Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Chapter 631 The Current Situation of the Holy Spirit Family

Glenn's eyes became sharp. "Second, you must provide some assistance when I connect with the upper realm. This is also to prevent any accidents that we all don't want to see. You can feel that my power is very special. If it goes out of control... Therefore, I will not allow anything to restrain my power."

The embodiment of the will of the earth fell silent again, and its rock body trembled slightly, as if thinking about the seriousness of this request.

Finally, it slowly raised its hand, and a tan light flew out from its palm and shot straight into Glenn's chest.

Glenn did not dodge, allowing the light to penetrate his body.

In an instant, he felt that a shackle deep in his soul was completely unlocked, and a strange power filled his whole body again.

"I will temporarily give you some of my authority," said the incarnation of the will of the earth, "but you must remember that if your actions threaten the balance of the continent, I will not hesitate to take action again."

Glenn didn't answer, just nodded slightly.

His eyes once again turned to the darkness in the distance, as if looking for something.

"Then our deal is done." The incarnation of the will of the earth slowly retreated, and its huge body gradually dissipated, turning into countless ochre-colored spots of light and merging into the earth.

As the Will of the Earth left, the tremors in the netherworld gradually subsided.

The sky returned to its original darkness, and the cracks in the ground began to slowly heal.

"It seems you got what you wanted." Death's voice came from the side, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

Glenn turned his head and glanced at Death: "This is just the beginning. That 'Death Thing' is the real threat. I hope we can find a way to fight it in the future."

Death shrugged, spinning the scythe gently in his hand. "It's up to you. However, I suggest you be careful. That thing is not so easy to deal with."

Glenn did not answer. His eyes turned into the distance again, as if he had already seen the enemy hiding in the darkness.

His tentacles swayed gently behind him, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.

"Let's go," Glenn said finally, "we don't have much time."

……

Somewhere in a hidden chaotic space.

The last remnants of the Holy Spirit Family hid here, although because of Glenn's threats, they dared not show up on the mainland.

But as a super family that has existed on the mainland for countless tens of thousands of years, they will never give up their ambition to return to the mainland to realize their great plan.

After the family's senior researchers worked day and night, they finally came up with a way to ensure that they would not be discovered by Glenn after sneaking into the mainland.

They need to understand the real-time changes in the continent and the information about the werewolf Glenn, who poses an enormous threat to them.

The last time, it was because of misjudging Glenn's strength and intentions that the family fell into this situation.

The person who was most responsible was naturally the head of the Holy Spirit clan. Not only was she blindly dragging her talented grandson, who had unlimited potential, into the enemy, but she also caused heavy losses to the family.

Although she is still the leader of the Holy Spirit Clan, her say is far less important than before.

"Chief, we got the stone statue of the dragon!"

A disciple of the Holy Spirit Family walked into the dim house and spoke to the figure who was staring blankly at the dressing mirror.

"He didn't find out, did he?"

The voice of the Holy Spirit Patriarch was no longer as majestic and clear as before, but now it was hoarse and dry.

"Probably not. We used space collapse technology, and there is no magic fluctuation at all."

The young man who was reporting answered in a slightly lighter voice.

"Don't underestimate my incredible grandson. We must be prepared for his unexpected visit."

The face of the Holy Spirit Patriarch reflected in the mirror looked extremely haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and his originally noble and beautiful appearance was gone.

"We understand." The disciple said, then hesitated and said, "Chief, the magic dragon is a catastrophic force after all. Our technology may not be able to completely control it."

"What does that matter?" The Holy Spirit Patriarch's eyes were full of indifference. "We don't need to control it. Doesn't the magic dragon often lose its mind and go crazy? We can just let it lose its mind completely and then release it to the mainland. My grandson is so righteous, he will definitely not sit idly by, right?"

"So shall we go and wake up the dragon now?"

"No rush. If we wake it up now, the dragon's power won't be able to reach its peak. After all, it has just fallen into a deep sleep for a short time, and its power has long been dispersed. We have to recharge it quickly."

As he spoke, the Holy Spirit Patriarch suddenly stood up, turned around, and continued, "Let's go and see the stone statue of the magic dragon, the main messenger of the eighth great disaster on the continent in the legend."

The Holy Spirit Patriarch slowly stood up, his robe dragging on the ground, making a slight rustling sound.

Her steps were no longer as steady as before, but rather a little tired and heavy.

She followed the disciple out of the dim room and through a narrow corridor.

The walls on both sides of the corridor were covered with ancient portraits. The characters in the portraits were all patriarchs of the Holy Spirit Family. Their eyes seemed to be staring at the current patriarch with silent questioning and disappointment.

At the end of the corridor is a heavy stone door, which is engraved with complex runes and emits a faint light.

The disciple took a step forward, put his palm on the stone door, and whispered a string of spells.

The runes gradually lit up, and the stone door slowly opened, revealing a staircase leading downwards.

At the end of the stairs is a huge underground secret room, in the center of which stands a huge stone statue.

The stone statue is tens of meters tall, with a ferocious appearance, a dragon head held high, and wings spread, as if ready to take off at any time.

The surface of the stone statue was covered with cracks, through which a dark red light could be seen, as if magma was flowing.

This is a stone statue of a magic dragon that has been scaled in space. Otherwise, with the original size of the magic dragon, this secret room would not be able to accommodate it.

The Holy Spirit Patriarch stood in front of the stone statue, looking up at the huge dragon head, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She murmured softly: "The devil dragon... the legendary destroyer, the nightmare of the continent. Who would have thought that one day we would wake it up with our own hands?"

The disciple stood behind her and asked in a low voice: "Chief, are we really going to do this? Once the dragon gets out of control, the consequences will be disastrous."

The Holy Spirit Patriarch did not look back, his voice was low and firm: "We have no way out. Glenn's strength is far beyond our expectations. He is growing too fast. If we do not take extreme measures, the Holy Spirit Family will never be able to return to the mainland, let alone realize our plan."

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the surface of the statue. When her fingertips touched the cracks, she felt a burning temperature.

She continued, "Although the dragon's power is violent, it is our only chance. As long as we can direct its anger and make it point the spearhead at Glenn, our plan will be half successful."