Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Chapter 688 Hear

The pirates paused and turned around. They dropped their weapons, knelt down and kowtowed: "We are willing to surrender! Don't hurt us!"

The white weirdo took a step forward and came in front of the pirates.

The captives who were lying on the ground because of their bindings seemed to see that the white monster's step became bigger at that moment, and the distance of one step was just the distance needed to reach the pirates.

But this seemed to be just an illusion, a sensory error.

"I am the terminator of this world, the judge, and the end of destiny! You should feel honored to be a part of my great plan."

The white weirdo opened his hands and said excitedly in front of the pirates who were kneeling and kowtowing, "By the way, you should have heard of my name. I am the Breath of Withering."

The pirates rested their foreheads on the ground, carefully turned around and looked at their companions, and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Of course, they didn't know what the Breath of Withering was, but they didn't dare to say more about it now.

This incarnation of the Breath of Withering thought it would see these fragile lives go shocked or even crazy, but found nothing.

"Didn't you hear me? I am the Breath of Withering!"

It couldn't help but increase the volume.

The pirates nodded or kowtowed repeatedly, saying in unison, "We heard it clearly! Great Lord Breath of Withering..."

Breath of Withering felt uncomfortable all over, but he did not forget his business.

It reached into its chest, took out a handful of light rings, and said to the many pirates kneeling on the ground:

"Now straighten up and open your arms!"

The pirates did as they were told, and Breath of Withering casually threw the halo in his hand out. The halo automatically found the host and imprinted on the host's chest.

The pirates only felt that an irresistible force was distorting their minds and their bodies began to mutate in an unknown direction.

The captives' eyes widened in horror as they watched the pirates' skin turn pale, their facial features flatten, and finally they became monsters that resembled the mannequins in the shopping mall in Glenn's previous life, except that their limbs were thinner and longer than normal people, and there was a bright halo on their chests.

"Not bad, not bad. As my derivative, you must have understood my great ideas."

Breath of Withering said, looking at the rolling hills in the distance, "Follow me, target, the guy who played tricks on me!"

The white team went away, and all the time, they paid no attention to the bound captives.

……

Glenn has been tracking in this dangerous continent for a long time, and has not been discovered by the aperture monsters once.

However, the scene that appeared before him at this moment made him extremely troubled.

A row of giant oval mountains that look like a honeycomb are filled with densely packed aperture monsters, especially those with wings and can fly.

It is almost impossible to traverse such an area quietly.

He even suspected that he was tracking the wrong target. If the target was not one of these monsters, how could he pass through such a place?

Should he risk crossing? … Just as he was about to make a decision, he suddenly heard the roars of monsters coming from the front.

He quickly looked and found that the monsters were all rushing in one direction.

What's going on? ...Glenn was very surprised. Those monsters had discovered something, but this was in the body of the Breath of Withering. What else could have caused these monsters to react like this? Unless it was him, it was almost the same.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he also wanted to see what was causing the commotion ahead, so he immediately followed quietly.

The huge aperture monsters did not notice the dark shadows darting around under their feet because they were very angry at the moment.

The thief is here again.

There was an area ahead with all kinds of strange rocks and monsters were in a mess. Those who came from behind didn't know what they were doing, so they rushed forward and started searching.

Glenn stopped far away and stopped moving forward after seeing this scene. If he moved forward, he might be discovered.

He tried to find some clues in this inexplicable chaos, but without the help of strong perception, relying solely on strong eyesight would be of little use in such a chaos.

"How annoying..." Glenn muttered, and decided to follow his own trail and bypass this place.

There were no surprises along the way.

At this moment, the surrounding aperture monsters were all focused on the place where the chaos appeared.

Away from the "beehive", Glenn could hardly see the spectacular scene when he looked back.

He turned his head again and met a pair of eyes.

A strange man with smoke coming out of his upper body, his eyes were like quietly burning candles, staring at Glenn.

"Who are you? Why are you in a place like this?"

The first to speak was the weirdo, his voice was hoarse and dry.

"Are you a person without a court?"

Glenn recovered from his initial shock and did not answer the other party. Instead, he asked directly.

Hearing the Supreme Court, the strange man in front of him seemed to be frozen for a moment, but soon asked again:

"Why are you asking this? What is your purpose?"

"It seems you are the one I'm looking for."

Seeing this reaction, Glenn nodded affirmatively.

He took out a flame wrapped in red and black particles from his body and said, "This is a replica of your life fire. You should be able to feel it, right?"

The Smoke Monster had let down most of his guard ever since the flame came into contact with the air of this world.

He knew that his fire of life could only be obtained in the Supreme Court. Unless the Breath of Withering had devoured the Supreme Court, there was no other way to obtain it.

If the Breath of Withering has already devoured the Supreme Court, there is no need to play games with it here.

"I already believe that you are not an enemy. Did they ask you to come here? I roughly know why you came, but this is not the place to talk. Follow me."

The smoke man motioned Glenn to follow.

Glenn noticed that this guy had been covering something with his hands and couldn't help asking:

"Do you have something hidden in your arms?"

"Don't ask too much, you will know in a moment."

"Ok."

Glenn shrugged and said nothing along the way.

The strange man's hiding place was farther away than we had imagined, and it took us more than two days to walk there.

As he saw the stone forest appearing in front of him, the familiar childish voice came into Glenn's ears very clearly.

"Mom...Mom...why haven't you come yet..."

Glenn paused.

The weirdo turned around in confusion, and seeing Glenn's strange expression, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"Is there anyone else here with you?"

"how do you know?"

"Didn't you hear it?" Glenn looked at the weirdo.

"What did you hear? The roar of a monster?"

"Someone's voice is calling Mom." Glenn stared into the weirdo's eyes.

The weirdo was silent, it seemed to be trying to listen.