Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

That is, at the moment when the octopus tentacles reached Glenn, a cold silver light suddenly appeared!

The sharp iron claws tore the soft octopus tentacles into pieces, and countless pieces of flesh splattered everywhere!

The people around also understood what was happening at the moment, and rushed towards the invaders with roars.

However, this ship cannot withstand a confrontation with supernatural forces, so Glenn plans to leave no room for maneuver and complete the battle in an instant.

Then, the whole room was instantly covered by thick black smoke and plunged into complete darkness.

The woman sitting on the octopus tentacle thought she was a fool who overestimated her own abilities, but at that moment, she realized that she was wrong.

At this moment, she, a level 4 dark waiter, was no better than a kitten in the face of this huge sense of oppression.

As expected, her body was destroyed without any resistance.

The octopus naturally did not escape and was chopped into pieces by Glenn in a few seconds.

The others had their necks broken by Glenn and thrown into the sea.

When the black smoke dissipated, Glenn was the only one left in the large cabin.

He walked to where the poisonous fish lady was originally, lifted a baffle, and found a shivering red slime.

Glenn grabbed it without hesitation, and the slime immediately made the voice of the poisonous fish lady and screamed:

"You! What do you want to do!?"

Glenn sneered, and with his hands he stretched out his wolf claws and pierced into the slime's body, injecting wolf poison. Ms. Poison Fish screamed immediately.

"Ah--! Stop it! Please! I can give you whatever you want! Please stop!"

Glenn gradually loosened his grip and asked calmly, "What's the matter with your immortal curse?"

Just when Glenn destroyed the opponent's body, he discovered the slime incarnation that appeared and felt the strong breath of the undead curse on it.

Although he knew he might not be able to kill it, Glenn still tried to tear the slime into pieces more than a dozen times, torturing Ms. Poison Fish to the point of ecstasy.

Finally, I had to give up.

Although he would have the ability to remove the curse when he reached level eight, Glenn didn't want to take that risk.

"It's the Song of the Sea. I used to be its messenger. This curse of immortality is the gift it gave me..."

The red slime was still trembling, and its tone became fearful and helpless as it spoke.

"A gift?" Glenn couldn't help but smile and squeezed his hands slightly.

The slime suddenly howled in pain.

"The pain has increased several times. This is the price of immortality. Is it really a blessing?"

Glenn asked as if he was genuinely curious.

The slime stopped talking. It wanted to say that this was of course a gift, but having experienced death countless times, it could not say such words no matter how many times it had experienced death.

"Okay, I'm too lazy to listen to your nonsense. This ship is mine now. I was originally thinking about how to communicate with the captain. Since I can't kill you, please go and communicate with him."

Glenn threw the slime like a ball.

"I'll do whatever you tell me to do! Please don't do this to me! It hurts!"

Afterwards, Glenn burned the hazardous goods with fire before leaving the room.

The slime used the last bit of its strength to transform into a fake body and found the captain of the ship. After a few sounds of fighting, Glenn saw the slime coming back weakly with a bag of things on his head.

"what are these?"

Glenn asked as he picked up the package.

"These are all the documents of this ship. If you want to own this ship legally, then these things are essential."

Slime explained in a weak voice.

"I see." Glenn nodded in understanding, then he looked into the captain's room and asked, "What did you do to the captain?"

"You didn't need him, did you? And he was just as evil as we are, so I killed him and threw him into the sea."

"Well, you did a good job. As a reward, I'll pinch you one less second today."

Slime suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a devil.

But Glenn was not joking. Since he couldn't kill the opponent, he would make him experience something more painful than death. Besides, the feeling of pinching this slime was really good.

……

night.

On the deck, a group of young people wearing brown winter clothes and carrying photography equipment were taking pictures of the girls with laughter in the cold wind on the boat.

Glenn, who was standing in the captain's room and watching this scene, couldn't help but shake his head.

"These kids are probably of school age, right? Why are they wearing this kind of outfit and taking photos on this shabby boat? How can they take good photos when it's so shaky?"

His words, which seemed to be mumbling to himself, were taken as a question by the weak red slime next to him, so it glanced at Class A and said:

"They are students from the Wreath Academy in the Kingdom of Zen. They are said to be going to the Kingdom of Tanks for academic exchange. However, they all come from nice families. Since they are exposed to photography, these little guys are always taking pictures, even in such an unstable place."

"You seem to know all the important passengers on the ship very well. Is this the basic quality of being an underground drug dealer?"

As Glenn spoke, he pinched the slime again, making it suffer again.

"Ms. Poison...Ms. Poison Fish is no longer in existence...Now I am just your prisoner..."

Although the Slime was enduring pain beyond its normal level, it still answered respectfully.

It was because it knew how powerful Glenn was. Although he couldn't kill it, he was definitely capable of making it experience torture that was ten thousand times more terrible than death.

All it must do is behave humble enough and absolutely not show any rebellious behavior. This has been its experience for thousands of years.

"If you're thinking of escaping, forget it. I actually have the ability to remove your curse of undeath, but it's risky for me. I don't think it will be there in a while, and then you'll really die."

Glenn said this as he sat on a chair covered with the fur of some unknown animal and picked up a sailing diary to read.

However, after hearing this, Slime became extremely excited and happy, and said tremblingly:

"Really...really?!"

Glenn paused as he turned the page, then nodded in affirmation, "Really."

"Then I beg you! You must kill me! I can do anything for this! Really!"

The red slime hadn't experienced such an emotion for a long time, the kind of emotion of seeing light in the darkness.

It wanted to cry, but its body had been destroyed and was now just a collection of symbols of its "existence" without tear glands.

This is also a kind of torture, a torture that cannot be vented.

Glenn put down the logbook, looked at the slime for a long time, and finally turned his eyes away. "Then I will squeeze out your remaining value first, and then I will set you free."

"At your service."

The slime turned into a little man and knelt down in a knight's gesture of allegiance.

"Tell me about the Song of the Sea." Glenn said as he picked up the logbook again.

……