Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Chapter 615 Negotiation

Avisa suddenly came close to Glenn with a teasing smile in her eyes: "Would you like to try it? Maybe you can see something...interesting."

Glenn subconsciously took a step back and laughed dryly, "Forget it. I'm not very interested in the future."

Ivisa chuckled, sat back in her chair, and said lazily, "You are always so boring, but since you are here, do me a favor."

"What's the deal?"

"Help me find some rare magic materials. I need them to complete this magic." Avisa took out a list from the table and handed it to Glenn.

Glenn took the list, glanced at it, and found some materials he had never heard of. "These things are not easy to find."

"That's why I need your help." Ivisa blinked, with a hint of coquettishness in her tone.

Glenn smiled helplessly and put the list away. "This is really not a difficult task for me."

After leaving Avisha's house, Glenn stood at the door and took a deep breath.

The lives of the neighbors seemed to be going on as planned, and it seemed that it was time for him to continue to move forward with his plan to build hell.

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Valley of Corruption.

This is a forgotten place. Long, long ago, a shocking war took place here. The various magical pollutions left over from the war made this place unsuitable for any intelligent species to survive.

Even the crocodile people who are most adaptable to harsh environments will not set foot in this area.

Death and Glenn have made an appointment before. If you have any questions, you can contact them here.

At this time, a black cloud passed through the deadly miasma and penetrated into the depths of the canyon.

Glenn walked out of the black cloud in werewolf form.

After taking a look around at the disgusting environment, his eyes finally fell on an inconspicuous stone.

This is a yellowish-brown stone half-sunken in the swamp. Glenn noticed it because there was a sickle-like pattern carved on it.

This should be the place where death is talking about... Glenn walked forward and stretched out his claws, gently rubbing the pattern.

The next moment, this inconspicuous pattern fell off quickly like expired paint.

Glenn withdrew his hand and saw two glowing orbs emerge.

Black robes and sickles suddenly appeared around the two spheres, and finally they took the form of the messenger of death.

"You guys really know how to pick places." Glenn teased with a smile.

The Death Messenger did not respond, and said: "Since you are here, you are ready to implement your ridiculous plan. Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

Glenn raised his eyebrows and said, "Watch your attitude when you speak. You are just a messenger and have no right to discuss what your master and I are going to do. Or do you want to be like your father and become a dead soul under my claws? Oh, you have no soul. Anyway, let death speak to me personally. Don't flatter yourself."

These words made the Death Messenger so angry that his two glowing eyes flickered.

"What? Do you want to try it?" Glenn showed his steel claws.

The messenger of death disappeared consciously, and the shadow of death itself emerged.

"You're quite arrogant," Glenn said.

"You should be aware of the threat you pose to me." Death said this without any burden.

"If I really want to cause trouble for you, you can't hide it." Glenn said seriously.

"Let's get down to business. I don't want to stay here too long." Death changed the subject.

Glenn was speechless. The guy in front of him obviously didn't believe him, but he didn't care much, so he replied:

"I have prepared a plan. The location of hell is chosen to be in the netherworld. With the ability of the soul-guiding lantern, we can quickly build a sufficiently complete framework."

"Plan? Show me your plan." Death didn't want everything to be controlled by others. Since he was a partner, he must have enough say.

Glenn took out a few rolled-up papers from his own space and handed them to the Death Shadow.

The paper automatically floated up and unfolded in front of the shadow of death.

After just a few glances, the other party remembered all the contents on the paper.

After being silent for about two or three seconds, it spoke: "The underworld is the residence of demons. They will not agree with you doing this."

"It's all moved up here. Since they don't want it anymore, what's the problem with giving it to me? They will agree. You can rest assured."

Glenn answered confidently.

After another three or four seconds of silence, Death said, "It's no small feat to control the whereabouts of the souls of all creatures on the continent after they die. If something goes wrong, we may be punished by the Supreme Court. We should first use a small area as a test site and continue when it is mature. This will be safer."

"The continent doesn't have much time left. This is the result of my repeated consideration. If you wait this long, the Breath of Withering may have already swallowed up the continent!"

Glenn said impatiently.

Death was silent again, as if he couldn't find any suitable reason, and could only say: "I have no objection, so how do you want me to help you?"

"It's very simple." Glenn smiled. "Use your power of death to make a large enough sign for the hell I created, so that all the souls on the continent can see it. This sign will also be somewhat deceptive, making the souls want to fly into the fire like moths."

Then he shrugged and said, "Of course, it's a bit difficult for you to do this now, so I prepared a gift for you."

Death's eyes flickered, and he had an inexplicable expectation for the gift Glenn mentioned.

Then the werewolf took out the soul-guiding lantern from the opened red space.

There is no need for the next step. Death, based on its familiarity with the Soul-Guiding Lantern, already knows that there are good things in the lantern.

As the werewolf operated, a soul essence dyed light red by an unknown force was drawn out and slowly drilled into the shadow of death.

Death still couldn't suppress the impulse, and took the initiative to move forward a little and absorb the soul essence in advance.

As soon as it entered the "mouth", death released its power like a drug addict who had not taken drugs for a thousand years, and immediately sucked up all the essence of the soul in the soul-guiding lantern.

Glenn looked at the dimmed soul-guiding lantern, then at the phantom of death that was floating in the air, and twitched his mouth.

"How did you make this? Why is it... so delicious?"

After thinking about it for a long time, the phantom of death asked in a strange voice.

"I'll tell you later. Now you just need to cooperate."

Glenn put away the soul-guiding lantern and said expressionlessly, his face not looking too good.

I was careless. I had stored the money for so long and had intended to pay it in installments, but it was all sucked away in one go.

Death obviously didn't know how to read people's faces. In its eyes, Glenn's face had always been like that.

It said: "I haven't felt this way for a long time. Don't worry, I will do well as you said."