Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"My situation is very special. You just need to know that I will not restrict your freedom."

Glenn turned his gaze toward the stage, seemingly not wanting to pay any more attention to the Moon Goddess.

For him now, he no longer needs to worry about not being able to control his mind during transformation, so the Moon Goddess naturally has no role to play.

The Moon Goddess floated up and looked carefully at Glenn's expression, as if she wanted to see what trick Glenn was playing.

But she didn't see any unusual details on Glenn's face.

"I want to see what's so special about you, a werewolf."

Having said that, the Moon Goddess sat down again.

Glenn looked at the Moon Goddess strangely, and then asked the witch, "Doesn't she have anywhere to go?"

Before the witch could answer, the Moon Goddess jumped up and shouted in a baby voice: "It is your honor that I can stay here! Don't be ungrateful!"

"The Moon Goddess had been trapped in a forgotten place before, and I was the one who rescued her." The witch said deliberately.

Glenn nodded in understanding. "Then I'll allow you to stay. The gods around me don't need you anyway."

The Moon God was about to get angry, but suddenly realized that something was wrong with Glenn's words, and asked in doubt:

"What do you mean by not missing me?"

Glenn gently pulled open a red hole and pulled out an angry beautiful girl, but she was wearing simple coarse cloth clothes which looked cheap.

"Say hello, Queen of Septicemia, this is the Moon Goddess."

Glenn's words made the two destitute gods stare at each other in amazement.

"Moon Goddess, how did it become like this? It's so embarrassing..." The Septic Queen was the first to mock, with undisguised gloating in her eyes.

The Moon Goddess clenched her fists and said through gritted teeth, "You're no better! You're like a beggar picking up trash!"

"At least I still have a beautiful body, unlike you, a tiny one..."

"I see you want to try my Moon Wheel!"

"I will smash your fragile body with my Broken Sword!"

As Glenn expected, the two equally arrogant gods started to fight each other as soon as they met, without any sympathy at all.

This scene was more exciting for all the bigwigs who were paying attention to this place than the performance on the stage.

However, Glenn spoke up in time to stop the two of them, "Enough, you have lost all your demeanor as a god. What's the difference between this and the swearing of ordinary people in the market?"

Instead, they turned their anger towards Glenn and said at the same time: "How dare you compare me to a mortal!?"

Glenn's face turned dark, and he immediately threw the Moon Goddess and the Septic Queen into the red space, letting them tear it apart slowly by themselves.

The noise suddenly disappeared and I could finally concentrate on watching the show.

But after a while, Glenn suddenly remembered that the Septic Queen didn't seem to have recovered much strength and was no match for the Moon Goddess.

So he opened up some space and leaned in to take a look.

As expected, the Bloodthirsty Queen was knocked face down, with the little Moon Goddess standing on her back laughing loudly, "Hahahaha... so this is just the strength you have recovered? You still dare to challenge me! Just be stepped on by me! Hahahaha..."

The blood-smearing queen had disheveled hair and a face full of grief and indignation. "Damn it! I won't let you go! Moon God! I swear!"

A pair of huge hands suddenly appeared and separated the two gods with irresistible force.

The Moon Goddess was feeling very proud of herself, looking down on the world, and wanted to make a few more mocking remarks, asking how could she be willing to be caught so easily. However, she released all her strength, but was unable to resist the power of the big hand.

"Werewolf! Let me go now! I will definitely reward you later! Let me go now!"

She realized who the hands were and immediately spoke loudly.

On the other side, the Blood Queen also gritted her teeth and shouted, "Werewolf! Pin her down! Let me vent my anger! When I recover my divine power, I will make you my divine messenger!"

After listening to the conversation between the two, Glenn was convinced. It was okay for the Moon Goddess, but the Septic Queen should know that he looked down upon her position as a divine messenger, but she still said that. I don't know if it was for the sake of face or something else.

He separated the two incompatible people into two spaces to let them calm down.

After returning to reality, the witch, the purple demon couple, and the black crow couple all cast inquiring looks at him.

Glenn explained quietly:

"They were fighting inside, it was quite intense."

After hearing this, they each looked away.

The stage play came to an end, and the ugly duckling appeared in front of the swans as a white swan, which drew loud applause from the audience.

After that, the guests chatted with each other by the beautiful lake.

Glenn would find opportunities to talk to everyone, his main purpose of course being to reassure them about their health and to chat about their friends' recent situations.

……

The capital of Ze Kingdom, the residence of the old marshal.

The old marshal was holding an invitation letter in his hand, which was sent by Glenn.

He was invited to bring the Holy Spirit Patriarch as a guest, but he did not agree and declined with excuses such as being busy.

He was very scared at the moment. For some reason, he suddenly lost the courage to face those children.

When he first told Glenn the news of his reconciliation with the Holy Spirit Patriarch in a letter, he did not receive a single reply.

Until this invitation appeared.

What should I do? Jin De, I failed to be a good father, and I can't be a good grandfather... The old marshal put down the letter.

He opened a drawer from under the table in front of him, and inside it lay a finely crafted and luxurious dagger, with a cold glow on the sharp blade.

This was a gift he had intended to give to his son Kind, but Kind had no talent for knighthood or magic, and finally refused to accept it. The old marshal has kept it until now.

In his eyes, this has always belonged to Jinde.

The rough and huge palm gently picked up the relatively small dagger, and the old marshal's eyes were full of dullness.

The dagger gradually approached his neck and was about to cut into his flesh.

There is no need to worry about no one taking care of the children, because Fate and the others will take his place.

Just as images flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope, a force blocked the power of the dagger.

After trying several times, the old marshal finally gave up.

He whispered, "Deloit, when did you come?"

The slender figure of the Holy Spirit Patriarch appeared beside the old marshal, her face full of grief, "Delaren, what are you doing again? Did I do something wrong? Why do you treat yourself like this!?"

"Heh..." The old marshal shook his head in self-mockery, "I'm just very tired and just want to be free."

"No! You are just a coward! Everything now is a trick of fate! You are not alone, you still have children! And... me..."

The Holy Spirit Patriarch used almost all of his life's acting skills to present such a scene.

Although she felt a little upset about not having the chance to meet her good grandson, she would not let her guard down easily.

Seeing the wooden look in the old marshal's eyes change, the Holy Spirit Patriarch breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, as if he had just noticed the invitation on the table, he exclaimed and gently picked it up.

The old marshal did not stop him.