Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Chapter 658: Continental Attitude

The surrounding Holy Spirit Family members dispersed away from the dead body with angry looks on their faces, their bodies trembling.

Did this damn werewolf treat their noble Holy Spirit family members as cattle and sheep that could be slaughtered at will? ! If the Holy Spirit Patriarch had not been talking, he would have definitely fought with this werewolf.

The Holy Spirit Patriarch closed his eyes and took a deep breath to prevent himself from going crazy and cursing.

But her voice could no longer be controlled and trembled: "Glenn, I hope you can leave the Holy Spirit Family a chance to survive, even if it's just one person. All the grudges are between you and me, and have nothing to do with them."

Glenn quickly ordered his troops to shoot and kill another member of the Holy Spirit Family, then nodded and said:

"Leave one person behind? It's not impossible, but what can you give?"

The Holy Spirit Patriarch did not expect this to happen. He breathed faster and did not let himself look down at the miserable conditions of his direct bloodline. He said:

“We can contribute all of this million years of accumulated knowledge.”

Glenn paused, "A million years? You guys are really amazing."

The information he had collected so far indicated that the Holy Spirit Family should have a history of ten thousand years at most, but he didn't expect it to be a million years.

The Holy Spirit Patriarch did not respond to Glenn's words, but asked: "Do you accept this condition?"

"I'll think about it first."

Glenn said he was considering it, but his hands did not stop moving.

He lifted up a member of the Holy Spirit Family in the air, and imitating a villain from a certain anime in his previous life, he clenched his hands, and the Holy Spirit Family member's chest swelled and exploded.

He conjured up a huge mosquito swatter and kept swatting it like he was swatting mosquitoes. A large number of people below died at once.

The Holy Spirit Patriarch closed his eyes and his body kept shaking.

She wished she could plug her ears so she wouldn't hear the screams of her tribesmen.

These sounds were more unbearable than any torture she could bear.

Finally, the Holy Spirit Patriarch could no longer bear it, opened his eyes, and roared with a ferocious face: "Enough! What do you want to do!?"

Glenn seemed to be having a good time. Upon hearing this, he immediately showed his dissatisfaction and said, "I can't stand this. You have done the same thing to many other people. Don't be so hypocritical. Or do you not want me to agree to your proposal?"

"So what is your answer!?" Tears flowed from the eyes of the Holy Spirit Patriarch, her hair was disheveled, and she looked like a mad woman.

This scene shocked all the members below, and the patriarch of the Holy Spirit Family actually shed tears.

"You, a vicious woman, can actually cry? How strange." Glenn mocked unscrupulously.

And below, after the initial shock, many members of the Holy Spirit Family showed even angrier expressions, and their eyes looked as if they wanted to eat people.

"How can the patriarch of the Holy Spirit Family shed tears? You deserve to die! You are not worthy of being the patriarch! You deserve to die!"

"You have completely disgraced the great Holy Spirit Family! Go to hell! Get off here, you coward!"

Hearing the angry curses from his tribesmen, the Holy Spirit Patriarch almost couldn't maintain his levitation magic and fell down.

Glenn was also stunned by this situation. This distorted family concept once again opened his eyes.

"Answer me! Your answer." The Holy Spirit Patriarch asked again in a sharp voice.

Glenn stroked his chin, "My answer..."

He paused deliberately, and when he saw the Holy Spirit Patriarch's wide eyes, he suddenly smiled and snapped his fingers.

All the remaining direct bloodlines of the Holy Spirit Family floated into the air.

Glenn said, "I agreed."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the floating family members were twisted into a doughnut.

The Holy Spirit Patriarch suddenly turned around to look around, and found that there was not a single survivor. He immediately went crazy and screamed: "Didn't you say you would agree to my conditions?! Why are all of them dead!!"

Glenn stared at the Holy Spirit Patriarch jokingly: "Grandma, aren't you the living one?"

"What do you mean?" The Holy Spirit Patriarch fell on the floating throne, as if he couldn't breathe.

"I will not kill you, my grandma. I will grant you endless life."

Glenn approached slowly, his voice calm, "You will stay here guarding your so-called family. You will stay here forever, unable to go anywhere. You will always live in despair, and the guilt of destroying your family will always be with you."

His words frightened the Holy Spirit Patriarch more than the coldest wind. Just thinking about his future life, the Holy Spirit Patriarch wanted to commit suicide immediately.

"No! You can't do this to me! I don't want to live like this!"

The desperate plea for mercy from the Holy Spirit Patriarch echoed in this unknown space.

……

The identity of the Werewolf God was revealed, and the entire continent was in an uproar.

It was easy enough to find out who Glenn was.

The most outstanding young man in the Kingdom of Zen, the father of the great fairy tale, and the real boss of the Black Wolf Company.

For a time, the Kingdom of Zen became the object that all the kingdoms on the continent competed to make friends with.

The enthusiastic envoys broke down the threshold of the Kingdom of Zen.

The Wolf God Cult, which is actually ruled by the Werewolf God, is in a similar situation.

I don’t know what political considerations it was due to. We knew that the Wolf God Cult was backed by the Werewolf God, but it was not like the current situation.

But after learning that the Werewolf God was Glenn, it was like a party was being held across the continent.

On the main street of Battersea.

Sanjis was wrapped tightly up, and walked through the crowd which was obviously much busier than usual, and came to a carriage.

"Go to Dude Town, quickly, thank you."

Sanjis said in a deliberately low voice.

The coachman was a skinny old man and his brain didn't seem to be working very well.

He scratched his bald head and said, "My old car can't go that far. Look at my old bones..."

Before he could finish, Sanjisi stuffed a bag of gold coins into the old groom's arms.

The latter suddenly opened his squinting eyes, opened the bag carefully and took a look, then straightened his back and said in a much deeper voice:

"Don't worry, kid. I will take you to your destination even if I die in the carriage."

"Thank you, old man!"

Sanjith got into the carriage, visibly relieved.

But there was still an indelible worry in her eyes.

When that Holy Spirit Patriarch said that Glenn was the God of Werewolves, she just thought it was a coincidence.

However, as more and more important people of extraordinary status came to her in person, they showed inexplicable concern and care for her.

Sanjis knew that Glenn might be her younger brother.

But how is this possible? Although her brother has changed a lot, how could he be the werewolf god who sounds so evil?

With infinite worry for her relatives, she took great pains to escape from the encirclement of a group of important figures, just wanting to personally confirm the condition of her brother.

However, how could she, an ordinary civilian, easily avoid the sight of those big shots who just let her out on purpose?

In fact, countless eyes have never left her.