Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

The dragon was speechless, for it knew that it had no choice today. If it could commit suicide, it would do so without hesitation, but it could not, because the Lord could not leave it.

Glenn jumped down from the dragon's head and faced the giant dragon. Due to the huge size difference, he had to transform to be more convenient.

"I heard your conversation just now. From what I understand, you originally looked similar to your father, right? You used that rock blood and storm blood to become like this. It's amazing that that kind of thing can actually give you a ninth-level hidden power."

Yes, the dragon that Glenn subdued had the strength of a ninth level, but it required skill to use it, but unfortunately this dragon was a complete idiot.

Glenn even suspected that the other party didn't even know the basic knowledge of magic, which led to such poor power being exerted.

If it were any other magician, even a first-level magician, they would be able to use a force far more powerful than that of this dragon.

Hearing Glenn's words, the Death Messenger retorted somewhat stubbornly:

"These two things are not as simple as you say! They are very difficult to use!"

"Alright." Glenn waved his hand to interrupt the other party. He was in no mood to listen to this. "Tell me about your master. What exactly is that being that claims to be death?"

"I won't..." The Death Messenger subconsciously tried to be tough, but the voice of Death suddenly rang in its mind: -Tell him-

The Death Messenger paused and changed what he was about to say, "I can tell you."

Glenn naturally noticed the abnormality. He knew without thinking that it was the being who claimed to be dead who sent a message to the messenger in front of him.

"In that case, please go ahead." He pretended to listen attentively.

"Before that, you have to tell us your real purpose first, that's only fair."

The dragon said in a deep voice.

"You are not qualified to negotiate with me." Glenn looked teasingly.

The dragon's eyes turned fierce.

Then the werewolf continued: "But I can tell you this."

The deathbringer and the death behind the scenes are focused.

"I want to know all the information about the soul-guiding lantern you mentioned." Glenn stated his original purpose.

"This is impossible! I will never give you the Soul-Guiding Lantern!"

"That thing is mine now! You don't have the ability to take it from me! Don't push your luck!"

Glenn inserted his sharp claws with a gleaming metallic luster into the dragon's nostrils and lifted the dragon's head roughly.

The messenger of death subconsciously wanted to resist, but the voice in his head persuaded him to stop.

The two sides stared at each other for a long time, and the Death Messenger broke the silence with a suppressed angry voice:

"Without the soul-guiding lantern, my Lord can do nothing. Why should it tell you the information you need?"

Glenn let go of the other person's nose, shook off the hot blood on his hands, and said:

"I won't return the Soul Lantern to you, but we can make a deal."

"Deal?" The Death Messenger didn't expect the other party to say that, and he was instinctively alert.

"Yes, it's a deal." Glenn turned around and smiled. "Your Lord should be in charge of the power of death, right? Then is he interested in building an orderly world of death?"

"Death world of order?"

Not only the Messenger of Death, but also Death who was eavesdropping had a flash of gaze.

The dragon's stupid expression lasted for a long time. It wasn't that it didn't react, but that it was listening to its master.

"Tell me in detail."

The Deathbringer remained silent.

"To put it simply, it is to create a world of death that manages the souls of the dead, weigh the sins of each individual in their lifetime, and impose corresponding punishments. This is what I have always wanted to do. Now that I know about the existence of death, I wonder if your master, Mr. Death, is willing to help?"

Glenn revealed the idea he had been secretly planning for a long time.

This was an idea that had already come to his mind when he got the Soul-Guiding Lantern, and it became even more firm. It was also a goal he set for himself.

Although he knew that a disaster that would destroy everything might occur in the future, it would not stop him from moving forward in this direction before that.

Maybe by then, the so-called disaster can be resolved?

"Isn't this what those mortals call hell? My Lord is death itself. Death is absolutely fair. After death, everything is empty. There is no point in doing those things."

The messenger of death said disdainfully, this was also what Death wanted it to convey.

Unexpectedly, Glenn showed an even more disdainful expression, "According to what you said, is there any need for your master to exist?"

"What did you say!?" The Death Messenger was instantly furious, but was suppressed by Glenn with one hand.

The wolf claw patted the dragon's hard head and said, "I say, is your master your own master, or the master of the power of death? With power, of course you can do what you want. If you only follow the natural cycle of birth and death, and use your powerful strength to watch the show, then you should hand over the power as soon as possible to someone who is willing to do things, like me."

"Are you trying to seize the power of death? Werewolf!"

Seize power is an extremely sensitive word for death, just like a king hearing the word rebellion.

"I just don't want someone to be taking over the toilet without doing anything," Glenn said.

The messenger of death was stunned for a moment, but soon understood the meaning of this sentence. It was clearly a curse on its master, but the meaning was indeed clearly expressed.

And this is already a naked threat, what should we do?

The Messenger of Death asked his master in his heart.

Ever since Glenn said those words just now, its owner has fallen into a long silence.

Just when Glenn thought the deal couldn't go on, two round spots of light were projected from above the dragon's head.

No, it was a pair of eyes, and he felt clearly being stared at.

"You are its master, Death?"

The eyes vibrated the air in a very secret way and made a sound:

"Werewolf, there are many gods who covet my authority."

Glenn understood, didn't he just feel that it was not his turn?

The thirty-meter-tall werewolf just folded his hands and sneered twice: "Of course I have a way to deal with this. After all, this is not the first time I have dealt with gods."

Death's eyes could never tell any change in emotion, because the two round dots of light were only slightly jumping. "The deal is not established. Who should rule the world of ordered death you mentioned? You? Or me?"

Glenn had already thought about it, and said nonchalantly: "I have only one goal from the beginning to the end. There must be such a world. It doesn't matter to me who rules it, as long as I can maintain order."

"But what good does this do for you?"

Death is still in doubt.

"Benefits?" Glenn thought for a moment, "It makes me feel comfortable physically and mentally. Haha, don't be surprised. For people like us who are standing at a high place, many things are false. I am especially special. I don't care about many things, but I also care about many things."