Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Death obviously didn't understand what Glenn was saying, but it didn't care.

It thought about it for a moment, then asked:

"What happens if I don't agree?"

"Of course I will kill your messenger and then find a way to take away your authority. Is that even a question?"

Glenn smiled cruelly.

"Okay, I agree with your suggestion, but I need souls, lots of souls, preferably ones that have been purified by the Soul Lantern."

Unexpectedly, Death responded quickly after Glenn finished speaking.

"Wait a moment, I have something else to do before that."

Glenn signaled a pause.

Under the puzzled gazes of Death and his messenger, the energy and blood emanating from Glenn's body suddenly began to surge, and in an instant it became as huge as a mountain!

This scene actually surprised Death a little. At the same time, he was certain in his heart that this werewolf was indeed not simple. So the other party was not lying when he said that he had dealt with gods more than once.

Just as Death began to think about future plans, the werewolf who had completed his transformation suddenly stretched out his hand to the messenger of death, and a special suction force came.

"Wait! What are you going to do?"

The Messenger of Death was shocked and angry.

But Glenn obviously didn't intend to answer anything.

This special suction force does not act on matter, but on... the soul!

All the souls that the Death Messenger had collected with great effort these days were confiscated by Glenn, even those that had been half purified with great difficulty.

"Stop! These belong to the master! Stop now!"

The super dragon, which was supposed to be huge, was just like a puppy in Glenn's eyes. Even its strength was far inferior to Glenn's, so he could only rage helplessly.

Glenn carefully used high-level curses to explore the lives of these souls. Among them, he picked out those with the most heinous crimes and put them aside, including those who were accidentally injured in the battle between the Death Messenger and the three mercenaries.

Because death can only be achieved by consuming purified souls, the souls in the Death Messenger are still kept by the Messenger, except for the three mercenaries.

Glenn quickly checked tens of thousands of souls, from as small as insects, birds, and fish to as large as giant monsters.

He placed some of the guilty souls into his own red space, and returned the rest to the messenger of death.

"These are just the fees for cooperation, which is very reasonable."

Glenn said as he wove his next curse.

"Why? I collected all those!"

"This is the price I pay for sparing your life. You've already made a lot of money. If you keep nagging me, I'll kill you. Then your master will have to live by my side. Think about the miserable state of an empty-nest god being controlled by me. Are you willing to do that?"

Glenn created four strange portals in front of him, facing the four directions of east, south, west and north.

He will send innocent souls to the corresponding portals, and the souls will be automatically sucked into the portals and sent back to the place where they died.

During this process, the scattered small curses attached to them will create new bodies for them, and are responsible for modifying the memories of the people around them, making it easier for them to return to their original lives after resurrection.

After hearing Glenn's words, the Messenger of Death was about to open its mouth, but when it thought of the appearance Glenn described, it felt scared.

I must not let my master be controlled by this werewolf! ... It swore secretly in its heart.

Although it was the first time I heard the word "拿捏" used in this way, I still understood its meaning easily.

During this process, Death itself did not speak. It just looked at Glenn's actions with great curiosity.

When a series of operations were completed, Death hidden in the dark world nodded with understanding.

Glenn transformed back to his thirty-meter form, glanced at the Death Messenger who was speaking incoherently, and turned to face the black-robed man trapped in the false world.

He snapped his fingers casually.

There was a snap.

The false world was shattered. The man in black robe who was casting magic with the magic book was stunned. He stopped the magic that was about to take shape, looked at Glenn, and said in a deep voice:

"Werewolf, this matter has nothing to do with us, the Earth God. We are just fulfilling our promise. The dragon behind you should be held responsible for all actions!"

Glenn clicked his tongue. "It's already this late. Do you think this kind of talk is still useful? And even if this hadn't happened, I still have a score to settle with the Will of the Earth!"

"Everything the Will of the Earth does is for the safety of the continent! If you were smart enough, you would have thought of this. If you don't drive the dragon out, you should know what will happen. You can only blame yourself for getting involved with the dragon!"

"So you knew about what happened last time? Could it be that it was led by your Earth God Capital?"

Glenn narrowed his eyes, his figure flashed, and the next moment he appeared two meters in front of the man in black robe.

The huge body almost completely covered the man in black robe.

"Am I wrong?! If it were you! Would you have a better way to deal with it? Werewolf! You can only talk big from an outside perspective! You have no idea how great we, the Earth Gods, are!"

Faced with Glenn's terrifying crushing momentum, the man in black robe roared with veins bulging on his forehead and saliva flying.

"Great?" Glenn bowed slowly, looking at the man in black robe who looked like a great sage with a smile. Through the exaggerated hood, he could confirm that he was an old man in his sixties.

"I see cunning in your eyes. I think you must be a high-ranking figure in the Earth God's Capital. How does it feel to be on top? Is it a feeling of greed? Do you find it hard to breathe when you think that you might lose everything today?"

"What the hell are you talking about!? Don't even think about shaking my faith in the will of the earth!"

"No, no, no, you are wrong. If you are truly loyal to the Will of the Earth, you should seize every opportunity to commit suicide and destroy your soul and body. Then I would not be able to know anything from you. But you didn't do that. Even if I gave you the best opportunity, you still wouldn't do it. Admit it, you are not a devout enough believer."

Glenn's voice sounded like the most powerful devil capable of driving one's soul to depravity, and it made the man in black robe breathe more heavily.

Glenn snorted and stood up. "I'm actually a very reasonable person. Your life is the interest for the last time the Will of the Earth stabbed me. Considering that my relatives are members of the Earth God Capital, I will stop here this time. When we can have a direct conversation with the Will of the Earth, we can settle the score."

"No! You can't kill me! I am..."

Before the man in black could finish his words, his body and soul were completely destroyed.

The flame of the Flaming Fang on Glenn's arm gradually went out, and this time no souls were collected.

Because there is nothing worth collecting in the soul of this man in black robe, and his crime is barely worthy of death penalty, so just give him a quick death.

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[I took the bus home yesterday and took a day off]