Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Coming out of the police station, Glenn lowered his head and planned what he would do in the next few days as he walked towards his stag cart.

A boy about thirteen or fourteen in brown overalls was passing by with a basket of fruit and fell down right in front of Glenn.

The fruit was scattered all over the floor.

Glenn came to his senses, but because he was too focused, he didn't react to support the other person to prevent him from falling, so he decided to go forward and help him up.

After the little boy was pulled up, he hurriedly thanked Glenn and went to pick up the scattered fruits on the ground.

Seeing that the other person was earning money at such a young age, Glenn felt pity for him and helped him pick up the trash, planning to buy some back later.

However, as he was picking up the trash, Glenn suddenly realized that something seemed wrong with the environment.

He stopped and slowly raised his head, looking around him. The police station had disappeared, the street had disappeared, and there was only a dull and monotonous space.

The little boy, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, stood in front of Glenn with an innocent smile on his face, looking at Glenn.

Glenn was squatting at this time, looking up at the little boy.

"Do you...long for redemption?" The little boy asked in an extremely ethereal voice, as if spoken by countless people at the same time.

Glenn didn't reply, but stood up and changed from looking up to looking down.

The little boy still had that innocent expression and repeated what he had just said: "Do you...long for redemption?"

Like an extremely strong psychological suggestion, Glenn could clearly feel a strong urge to identify with the other party.

Snapped--!

A crisp sound of slapping suddenly rang out, breaking the atmosphere that should have been solemn and sacred.

The little boy tilted his head to one side, his eyes filled with extreme surprise and his heart filled with disbelief.

I was slapped in the face! ! ?

The little boy didn't want to believe it, but the burning feeling on his face told him that this was the truth.

He turned his head slowly, and that innocent smile completely disappeared, "You..."

Snapped--!

However, he received a slap in the face just after he said one word.

This time it was the other half of the face that was hit.

The little boy covered his red cheeks and looked back at Glenn with wide eyes.

"This makes it symmetrical, don't you think?" Glenn said with a grin.

"Do you know who you are facing? I am one of the wills of the gods! Your actions are an unforgivable blasphemy! You will be burned alive!"

The little boy's voice seemed to pierce through his eardrums and reach his brain, causing Glenn to have a headache.

The will of the gods? Which gods? ... Glenn shook his head, scratched his ears, and asked tentatively:

"The God of Truth?"

The little boy's expression froze, "How do you know..."

He covered his mouth with his hand.

Glenn was also a little surprised. He guessed the right answer at random.

He just said that god who came to his mind first, and he never expected to be so lucky.

"It seems that the gods are not very smart." Glenn said nonchalantly.

This almost made the little boy very angry. He was originally ordered by the main consciousness to develop believers in this area, with a special focus on those coming out of Bayek.

But I didn’t expect it to turn out like this. If it gets out, it will be the dark history of the God of Truth.

How could a dignified divine consciousness be toyed with by a mortal? ! This person must disappear! ... The little boy was filled with hatred.

"God of Truth, you are really restless. You became so active just because the elf high priest disturbed you. Are you here to pursue the forest that ruined your business? It is very likely that you are here. Why are you targeting me?"

Glenn folded his hands, walked around the little boy in circles, and every word he said was almost true.

The little boy, who claimed to be one of the incarnations of the God of Truth, remained silent and did not respond to Glenn's words.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on the little boy's head and rubbed. Glenn asked in a caring tone:

"The two slaps just now must have hurt a lot, right? I hope the great God of Truth doesn't cry! Otherwise, I won't have any lollipops to comfort you."

An aura that distorted the space began to emanate from the little boy's body, and his fists were clenched tightly, as if he was extremely angry.

But Glenn pretended not to see it and continued, "But it did feel good just now. It was my first time to slap God in the face. I must brag about it to others in the future. Hahahaha..."

Finally, the little boy's anger caused him to explode completely, and the entire space was like a collapsed building, irreversible.

But Glenn was not panicked at all. After the space collapsed completely, everything returned to normal.

Glenn was still standing at the door of the police station, and the little boy was also standing in front of him, looking at Glenn in surprise.

"Why are you okay?!" the little boy asked in disbelief.

"Why would anything happen to me?" Glenn asked.

"That was a psychological blow that could break anyone's will. How could you be okay?!"

the little boy yelled.

The sound attracted the attention of several passers-by in the distance.

"Breakdown of will?" Glenn thought.

The feeling of space collapse just now did give him the illusion that the entire universe was about to perish, but that could not destroy Glenn's will.

The reason why he was fearless was that he was sure that these gods would not leave too powerful forces on the continent, otherwise the God of Truth would not be able to do anything to even a forest consciousness.

And the result was just as Glenn expected. The big fuss and high-profile event were just an attempt to use illusions to destroy his will.

"I think even if your body is destroyed, your incarnation of the divine consciousness will not disappear, right?"

Glenn looked at the little boy and asked bluntly.

The latter did not speak, but just stared at Glenn with very angry eyes.

"Then go and inform your original body to behave itself. You are not on the mainland anymore, but you are still thinking about causing trouble. So gods can be so idle?"

Glenn waved his hand and walked away.

No one knew whether the little boy had been possessed by another spirit or something, so there was no point in doing anything to him, and he couldn't do anything about an untouchable consciousness.

At most, I just use words to vent my anger.

Watching Glenn getting on the sleigh and driving away, the little boy suddenly rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

And the consciousness that cannot be seen by the naked eye flashed out of the sky.

……

"Why did you come back so soon?"

"What? There are people like this!?"

"This Bayek is indeed not a piece of fat meat that can be easily eaten, but it doesn't matter, I have plenty of patience."

"Thanks to the high priest of the forest elves, otherwise I would not have discovered that there is such a large treasure in the elemental world that has not been touched by anyone."

The voice of the God of Truth echoed in some unknown world, carrying an excitement that had not been heard in tens of thousands of years.