Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Chapter 634 1 chance

Immediately afterwards, countless golden rays of light poured down from the magic circle, like a punishment from heaven, and directly hit the huge evil spirit.

The evil spirit let out a shrill scream, its tentacles quickly melted in the golden light, and the distorted human face became even more painful.

However, it was not completely repelled like last time. Instead, it struggled in the golden light and tried to move forward.

"How is this possible?!" Bemon's face turned pale in an instant. He didn't expect that his full-strength attack would not be able to completely destroy the evil spirit.

“It…it’s gotten stronger!” The mustachioed family leader took a few steps back in fear, barely able to hold the cane in his hand.

The tentacles of the evil spirit grew again in the golden light, and the twisted human face let out a low laugh: "You... can't escape... The sins of the Antigris family... must be repaid..."

Bemon gritted his teeth, he knew that he could not completely destroy the evil spirit by his own strength alone.

He must find another way, otherwise the whole family will fall into endless darkness.

"Snape!" Bemon suddenly turned around and looked at the family heir standing in the corner. "You mentioned before that the boss of the Black Wolf Company...what did he do to you?"

Snape's face was pale, his eyes were filled with fear and regret. He trembled and said, "I... I don't know... He just looked at me, and then... Then I felt an indescribable power... It was as if he had seen through my soul... That's right! He seemed to slap me! He must have cursed me at that time!"

Bemon's frown deepened.

He realized that the source of all this might not be the evil spirit, but the mysterious boss of the Black Wolf Company.

That man might be the mastermind behind all this.

"We must find him..." Bemon whispered, "Only he can break this curse."

"But... we can't get out!" The fat and round-bellied elder shouted in despair, "That power... that power that enveloped us... we can't break through it at all!"

Bemon was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head, with a gleam of determination in his eyes: "Maybe... we don't need to go out."

"What do you mean?" Snape asked puzzledly.

Bemon did not answer, but slowly closed his eyes and raised his hands to the sky again.

This time, his magical energy was no longer for defense, but for summoning.

"What are you doing?!" the mustached family leader asked in horror.

"I am calling..." Bemon's voice was low and firm, "Calling the one who can help us."

As he finished speaking, the magic circle in the sky suddenly changed, and the original golden light gradually turned into a deep black.

A powerful suction force came from the magic circle, as if it was going to swallow up the entire castle.

"Are you crazy?!" The fat and round-bellied elder stepped back in fear, "You are going to kill us all!"

Bemon ignored him and continued to use magic.

He knew this was his only chance.

If the boss of the Black Wolf Company is really the mastermind behind all this, then this is the only way to lure him out.

The tentacles of the evil spirit had already reached the top of the castle, and the distorted human face was almost in front of Bemon.

It let out a low laugh, as if mocking Bemon's incompetence.

"You...can't escape..."

At this moment, the black magic circle in the sky suddenly burst into a strong light, and then a figure slowly emerged from the magic circle.

He was a man in a black windbreaker. His eyes were cold and deep, as if he could see through everything.

His appearance plunged the entire space into an eerie silence.

"You're finally here..." Bemon whispered, with a hint of complicated emotions in his tone.

The man landed slowly, his eyes sweeping over everyone present, finally stopping on the huge evil spirit.

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

"The Antigris family... is in such a mess."

The evil spirit seemed to feel threatened by the man, and let out a low growl, before its tentacles suddenly attacked him.

However, the man just waved his hand lightly, and the tentacles turned into ashes in an instant. "Don't worry, I will give you a chance for revenge."

The person who came was Glenn. He himself did not expect that this evil family, which he had expected to be swallowed up by the evil spirit tide, would contact him in this way.

"You... who are you?!" Snape asked tremblingly.

Glenn did not answer, but slowly walked towards Bemon with a cold look in his eyes: "You summoned me to solve this trouble?"

Bemon nodded, with a hint of pleading in his tone: "Only you can break this curse... We are willing to pay any price."

The man chuckled and glanced at the terrified family members again, finally stopping at Snape.

“Any price?” His voice was low and threatening. “Including… your sins are so severe, yet you still have the nerve to ask for redemption? This day should have come to you long ago.”

Snape's face turned pale in an instant, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, as if the man in front of him was even more terrifying than the evil spirit.

Bemon was silent for a moment, holding on to his last hope, and said: "Nothing is off the table... As long as we can provide enough benefits..."

"Benefit?"

Glenn sneered, then turned to look at the huge evil spirit, "In the eyes of a being like me, you are not much different from the ants on the ground. Do you think ants can provide me with benefits?"

"Do you really want to kill them all!?"

Bemon roared.

Glenn turned around, "Well, don't say I didn't give you a chance."

"What!?"

The members of the Antigris family couldn't help but prick up their ears.

A curse appeared in Glenn's hand and he threw it at the twisted evil spirit standing quietly beside him.

He said: "If you can defeat it, I promise not to target you anymore."

The members of the Antigris family looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and despair. Glenn's words were like a sharp knife, piercing their hearts.

They knew that the evil spirit before them was too powerful to be fought with conventional means, and Glenn's conditions were tantamount to pushing them into the abyss.

"You...you are teasing us!" The fat and round-bellied elder pointed at Glenn and trembled, the fat on his face shaking violently with anger and fear.

Glenn glanced at him coldly, with a sarcastic smile still on his lips: "Tease? No, I just gave you a chance, a chance to prove that you are still valuable."