Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Chapter 642 The Curse of Immortality

The high priestess's chanting suddenly stopped, and her eyes showed a solemn look: "Gotaya, protect the altar. No matter what, the ceremony cannot be interrupted."

Gotaya nodded, her eyes firm: "Understood, Mom."

The army of earth elves came like a tide, led by Angras.

He rode on a huge ground beast, with a cold light flashing in his one eye.

Behind him were thousands of earth elf warriors, rushing towards the altar with great momentum.

"Forest elves! Night elves!" Angras' voice sounded like thunder, "Give up resistance! Antashar is destined to belong to us, the earth elves!"

Gotaya sneered and responded loudly: "Angras, your ambition will only lead to your own destruction! Antashar is our holy land and will never fall into the hands of traitors!"

Angras's face darkened, and he waved his hand and ordered: "Attack! Kill them all!"

The battle broke out instantly.

The warriors of the earth elves rushed to the altar like a tide, while the forest elves and night elves relied on the terrain advantage and tacit cooperation to tenaciously resist their attack.

Gotaya stood in front of the altar, the bow and arrow in his hand was like the scythe of the god of death, and every arrow hit the enemy's vital points accurately.

Her eyes were calm and firm, and she had only one belief in her heart: to protect the altar and the glory of her ancestors.

The battle was extremely fierce and both sides paid a heavy price.

However, as time went on, the numerical advantage of the earth elves gradually became apparent.

The defenses of the forest elves and night elves began to waver, and the situation became precarious.

At this critical moment, a dazzling light suddenly burst out on the battlefield.

A powerful curse energy surged out from the dead forest elves and night elves, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield.

The earth elf warriors were shocked by this energy and retreated again and again, with looks of horror on their faces.

"This is... Mr. Glenn's power!" There was a hint of excitement in the high priest's voice.

The dead warriors got up again, regained their strength, and rejoined the battlefield.

Gotaya felt a warm energy surge into his body, and his tired body instantly regained strength.

She looked up and saw a huge shadow appearing above the battlefield - it was a huge werewolf shadow, it was looking forward with its mouth wide open as if it was smiling.

"Warriors, drive out the traitors!" Gotaya's voice sounded like a war song, "You are invincible now! Now, let them know what power is! For the original elves! For the flower god! For Mr. Glenn!!"

With the appearance of the phantom, the earth elves' offensive collapsed instantly.

Their warriors were powerless to fight back against the Undead Curse of the Werewolf God and retreated in panic.

Angras's face turned extremely ugly. He looked at the altar with gritted teeth, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"Retreat!" he finally gave the order, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

The earth elves' army retreated like a tide, leaving only the forest elves, night elves and the surviving warriors of the remaining tribes on the battlefield.

They stood in front of the altar, looking up at the ancient shadow, their hearts filled with awe and gratitude.

"We... won?" Lena asked in disbelief.

Gotaya nodded, a smile on his face: "Yes, we won, Mr. Glenn's power protected us."

At this moment, the earth elves that had been retreating suddenly reappeared on the distant battlefield.

This time, the opponent had three hundred-meter-tall stone giants to help them, bringing with them terrifying power.

Those were the helpers summoned by the Archbishop of the Earth God.

Three hundred-meter-tall stone giants took heavy steps, and every step made the earth tremble.

Their bodies are made of solid rock, and their surfaces are covered with ancient runes, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

The bishop of the Earth God's Capital stood in the front, holding high the staff in his hand with a smug smile on his face.

"No matter what power you use, it's just that!" The bishop's voice was full of sarcasm. "In front of the real power of the earth, you are nothing but ants!"

Gotaya clenched the bow and arrow in his hand, staring at the three stone giants.

Although she felt a little uneasy, she was more determined.

She knew that the battle had reached the most critical moment and they could not retreat no matter what.

"Lena, prepare for battle!" Gotaya shouted in a low voice, "No matter how powerful the enemy is, we must defend the altar!"

Lena nodded, tightened her grip on the spear, with a determined light in her eyes: "For the original elves! For the flower god! For Mr. Glenn!"

The warriors of the forest elves and night elves regrouped, and although their bodies were exhausted, their wills were unshakable.

The warriors who were resurrected by Glenn's cursed power stood in the front, with undying fighting spirit burning in their eyes.

The stone giant took heavy steps and gradually approached the altar.

They swung their huge stone fists, and every attack brought up a strong wind, completely destroying the surrounding ruins.

The defenses of the forest elves and night elves seemed so fragile under their attacks that the warriors fell one after another, but no one retreated.

"Gotaya, we can't hold on any longer!" There was a hint of despair in Lena's voice.

Gotaya gritted her teeth, feeling powerless. She knew that they could not fight against these stone giants with their own strength.

But even so, she still had no intention of giving up.

"Hold on a little longer!" Gotaya shouted, "Mr. Glenn will definitely come!"

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

A powerful energy swept in from afar, instantly covering the entire battlefield.

Everyone felt an indescribable pressure, as if even the air had become heavy.

"That's... Mr. Glenn!" The high priest's voice was filled with excitement and awe.

A figure fell from the sky and landed in front of the altar.

He was a man of medium build, wearing the most popular men's clothing in the Kingdom of Zen. He had a stern face and a deep light in his eyes.

His appearance seemed to make time stand still for a moment, and everyone's eyes were involuntarily focused on him.

"Mr. Glenn!" Gotaya's voice was choked with sobs.

Glenn nodded slightly, his eyes swept across the battlefield, finally landing on the three stone giants.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a sneer.

"How dare you, a toy of the will of the earth, act so presumptuously here?" Glenn's voice was low and cold, as if carrying endless majesty.

He had felt the strong fluctuations of his believer's curse continuously today, so how could he not come to take a look? He came so late because he was busy helping his sister with her studies.

The bishop of the Earth God Capital's face changed, obviously he did not expect Glenn to show up in person.