"What a splendid thing!" Glen exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement.
Meanwhile, a group of senior warriors of the kingdom who had been closely observing the situation on the battlefield all wore grave expressions. This was not the outcome they had anticipated.
And none were more enraged than the high-ranking and upper-ranking demons.
"You vile creature! How dare you seize the Flame Fang that rightfully belongs to us! Your soul shall be consigned to the infernal furnace of hell, to endure the agony of eternal combustion!"
"I shall rend his body asunder and devour every last morsel!"
"Argh——!"
A horde of upper-ranking demons charged towards Glen in a frenzy. The senior warriors who had previously been obstructing them no longer had cause to continue doing so.
At the sight of so many powerful and fearsome demons charging forth like rabid beasts, an ordinary person would likely have been paralyzed with fear.
But Glen was filled with exhilaration. This was the perfect opportunity to test the might of his new weapon on them.
As if sensing their master's eagerness, both wrist guards burst into searing flames, emitting a crackling sound reminiscent of demonic roars.
"Come and claim it if you dare! The Flame Fang shall belong only to the victor! Defeat me, and it shall be yours!" Glen roared in a deep, menacing voice.
This only served to further incite the ferocity of the upper-ranking demons. They each underwent varying degrees of grotesque mutations, and their power increased substantially.
Perfect!... Glen drew back his right arm, gathering strength, and then swung it forward with all his might!
A spectral form of a colossal dragon materialized behind him, vanishing the instant his claws lashed out. In its place were five expanding blades of searing flame!
As the demons neared, they were immediately assailed by the terrifying force of the dragon's breath.
The hot air currents, drawn by the intense pressure, pulled the demons towards the five blazing blades!
Contrary to expectations, the demons were not neatly sliced into pieces. Instead, the attack tore the swarming demons in the air into countless fragments.
Demonic souls, mingled with molten lava and demonic flesh, rained down upon the earth!
The five blades of flame dissipated into nothingness only after spreading a great distance.
This scene was undoubtedly the most awe-inspiring on the battlefield.
The warriors who had just been engaged in combat with the upper-ranking demons stared in disbelief, at a complete loss as to what to do.
Facing such power, they would surely meet the same fate as the upper-ranking demons if they were to engage.
A group of high-ranking demons that had initially intended to charge forward alongside the upper-ranking demons all turned about and fled towards the demon horde.
This war was already lost. Regardless of who emerged victorious, it would certainly not be them.
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The remaining low-ranking demons were like a pack of mindless beasts, waiting to be eliminated one by one by the knights.
"What shall we do? Against such a fearsome werewolf, if it attacks us, we stand no chance of victory!" A senior knight of the Knight's Temple said uneasily.
"We must not retreat! To do so would be to betray the knightly spirit we have cultivated over the years!" Rez, standing atop the Sky Lord, wore a solemn expression.
"We have no choice but to face it head-on," said the magician, who had transformed into a giant eagle.
Below, the griffin knights who were in the midst of eradicating the low-ranking demons also kept a wary eye on the unprecedented werewolf.
They knew that if it went on a rampage, it would spell another disaster.
However, Glen had no intention of lingering. He needed to make a swift escape.
Although the wrist guards had provided him with a significant amount of energy, maintaining this form was still extremely energy-intensive. He had no desire to endure the torment of that dreadful hunger again.
Moreover, he had never intended to engage these knights in battle.
After unleashing that powerful strike, the wrist guards dimmed considerably, clearly entering a cooldown period.
Just as he was about to depart.
Suddenly, a colossal hand, hundreds of meters in height, emerged from the demon horde, and a chilling voice echoed across the battlefield:
"You shall not leave! Surrender the Flame Fang!"
There's more?!... Glen was shocked and braced himself for an attack.
However, the massive hand began to smoke under the scorching sun, rapidly disintegrating before it could reach Glen, vanishing into thin air.
That gave me quite a start... Glen thought, speechless.
The kingdom's warriors were also taken aback by the colossal hand. But by the time they recovered, it had been obliterated by the sun.
After a moment of stunned silence, they once again focused their attention on Glen.
A thick cloud of black smoke filled the air, quickly enveloping Glen's entire body.
Noticing this change, the knights all went on high alert, suspecting that the werewolf was about to unleash some strange and sinister move.
However, they waited, and as the black smoke dissipated, no danger materialized.
Instead, the werewolf vanished without a trace.
"Where are the magicians?! Quickly locate the werewolf!" someone shouted urgently.
Immediately, several highly skilled magicians employed various divination spells, ultimately concluding that the werewolf had left the area.
They were unable to track or trace it. The demons had evidently tampered with the area, severely disrupting divination, tracking, and augury magic.
"Do not let your guard down! It may still be nearby!" The warriors naturally remained vigilant.
Past experience had taught them that this was precisely the time when they were most vulnerable to attack.
Meanwhile, the culprit had already fled the battlefield and returned to the vicinity of his home.
When he transformed back into human form, Glen was pleasantly surprised to discover that the wrist guards could transform into clothing, and he could control their style at will.
On his wrists, there now appeared a pair of bracelets. On the inner side of the bracelets was a passage of demonic script, the meaning of which eluded him.
"I'll ask the old man when he returns. He should be able to translate demonic script, right?" he muttered softly as he made his way towards his home.
There was a great deal of commotion coming from inside. The loudest of all was Tia's screams.
Glen didn't need to guess what was happening inside.
Sure enough, when he pushed open the door, he saw Gotaya holding the larva and constantly terrifying the little maid, while Ravel stood by, laughing uproariously.
The little maid, holding a broom in her hand, waved it about blindly with her eyes closed, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
The elven lady was startled when she saw Glen suddenly open the door. She quickly snatched the larva back, saying,"I was just having a bit of fun with her..."
Ravel quickly covered her mouth and scurried into the corner.
"You two are truly bored," Glen said, stepping forward and flicking Gotaya on the forehead.
The elven lady did not dare to protest, merely pursing her lips.
When Tia heard Glen's voice, she opened her eyes, and tears immediately streamed down her face. She threw herself into Glen's arms and complained,"Mr. Glen, the elven lady is so mean! She keeps scaring me with that huge bug..."
"Alright, it's okay. I've already given her a little lesson. That thing isn't really all that scary," Glen said, attempting to comfort her with a hint of resignation.
"But I'm still frightened..." Tia refused to let go.
"Then you can hide behind me, can't you?" Glen suggested.
After a moment, the little maid reluctantly nodded and then hid herself behind Glen.
"Hey? Mr. Glen's clothes..." At this moment, the others finally noticed that Glen's attire had a rather unique style.
Of course it is unique. Glenn combines the civilian style of this world with modern sportswear. It is comfortable to wear and does not stand out in the eyes of others.