Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Royal capital, night.

In the dungeon of the underground city, which is under strict guard.

The disheveled fourth prince suddenly woke up from his sleep.

"Illya! My Illya!"

The fourth prince stretched out his hand, as if trying to grab something, but there was nothing in front of him except darkness.

A feeling of loss suddenly filled his heart.

The bloodshot eyes were filled with confusion. The Fourth Prince put down his hands, and after waking up, a surge of anger surged in his heart again.

Although he was cured by Glenn last time, he knew that he had never had any problems and the werewolf ancestor only gave him strength.

He must have the power to subvert everything and fight for everything that belongs to him.

However, the werewolf arrogantly took it all away.

And his father, he felt that his father didn't love him at all, otherwise he wouldn't have been so cruel to lock him up here.

It's just expressing his determination to conquer the mainland, there's nothing wrong with that.

The fourth prince stood up slowly, and the iron chains on his body made a crisp sound, but no guards would pay attention to him at this time.

Looking at the only window that was shining with light, it was specially built with magic to prevent the prisoners here from going crazy due to the overly confined environment.

But in the opinion of the Fourth Prince, who had experienced it for a while, this thing was of little use, and he was almost going crazy.

"Illya, how are you now..." His voice was a little hoarse because he had not drunk water for a long time.

Food and drinks are brought to him from outside, but he refuses to eat or drink when he gets angry.

The fourth prince punched the rough wall suddenly, but he didn't feel any pain. He swore in his heart that when he had the chance, he would make his stupid father pay the price.

It was at this time that clear footsteps were heard from behind him.

That was the unique sound of leather shoes stepping on the smooth tile floor.

But this model is built with rough black stone, and the floor is not tiled, so it is impossible for it to make such a sound.

Moreover, this is a prison cell with only the Fourth Prince in it, and the sound did not come from outside the door. It was as if a luxurious corridor appeared on the side of the cell.

"who!?"

The fourth prince was like a vigilant lion, with his loose hair flying because of his quick turn of head, and his unshaven and haggard face looking fierce, enough to scare anyone.

However, the footsteps remained steady.

The fourth prince turned around and saw only darkness, not anyone.

beep...

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Suddenly, a cluster of green flames jumped up, illuminating the face of a man wearing a felt hat, with a thin face and a mustache.

"Don't be nervous, the honorable Fourth Prince, it's me. We've met before, have you forgotten?"

The man's voice is so magnetic that one would think of the word "gentleman" the moment one hears it.

The fourth prince took a step back and looked carefully, but his current condition was not good, so he asked impatiently: "Who are you? I'm sure I haven't seen you before!"

"How sad, Your Highness." The face illuminated by the green flames showed a bit of disappointment. "I was the one who gave you the power last time, and now you have turned against me."

"The Werewolf Ancestor?!" The fourth prince opened his eyes wide, "Why are you here!?"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and a hint of madness appeared on his face, "I know, you are here to give me power! Right!? Give it to me now! I want to take back everything that belongs to me! I want Illya to belong to me completely!"

The green flames went out, and the face disappeared into the darkness, but the voice still came:

"That won't do, Your Highness. Not to mention you, even I wouldn't dare act so recklessly at this time. Don't you see what kind of people are out there? The Lord of Demons, the God of Werewolves, tsk tsk tsk, how scary..."

"Aren't you the ancestor of werewolves? You should be more powerful than that werewolf god! How can you be called an ancestor if you are afraid of the race you created?"

The fourth prince waved his fist in dissatisfaction.

The werewolf ancestor in the dark felt depressed when he heard this. He had lived for so long but had no hope of even stepping into the tenth-level realm. Now even the werewolves he created had become gods. Fate was really unfair.

"The Werewolf God is different. Strictly speaking, he is no longer a werewolf created by me. I have studied his curse essence. It is a new type and I cannot understand it at all."

"I don't understand what you are saying! I just want to get out! Can you help me or not!?"

The fourth prince shouted anxiously.

"Of course!" The green flame lit up again, illuminating the face that appeared behind the fourth prince.

This scared the fourth prince.

Then the werewolf ancestor said:

"There is something I need to tell you. I was actually a prisoner of the Silver God. I have always been working for him. It was also his idea that I came to see you last time."

"So what?" The fourth prince frowned.

"The Illya you think about day and night is actually a mental clone of the Silver God, so you have been fooled by the Silver God, idiot!"

After revealing this information, the Werewolf Ancestor laughed loudly, admiring the silly expression of the Fourth Prince.

How similar they were, how similar they were to the time when he was pursuing the Moon Goddess. The werewolf ancestor seemed to be laughing at himself.

The fourth prince was petrified for a long time, then suddenly became angry and punched the face illuminated by green flames without hesitation.

But every time he hit nothing, the green fire disappeared and reappeared on the other side.

Even until the fourth prince was exhausted and gasping for breath on his knees, the werewolf ancestor's ridicule did not stop.

When the panting gradually subsided, I thought I would see the prince rushing towards me again.

But the prince's voice was surprisingly calm:

"You didn't come here to laugh at me, did you?"

The werewolf ancestor's laughter suddenly stopped, as if his neck was pinched.

He looked again at the Fourth Prince who should have been crazy. The other's eyes hidden in his hair were unusually sharp.

"The Three Pillar Gods really don't make mistakes in people." The ancestor sighed softly.

The prince said nothing, still waiting for what to come.

"Originally, all the power of the Silver God was withdrawn from the continent, and I should have been imprisoned in the Endless Dungeon forever. However, I don't know how the Three Pillar Gods found the Endless Dungeon and rescued me. Now I work for it."

Several clusters of green flames lit up around, illuminating the entire dungeon, while the werewolf ancestor, dressed in a tuxedo and holding a bone staff, sat on a floating chair and looked at the four princes.

His voice was erratic, "He feels the person here who is most compatible with his power, and that's you, the Fourth Prince. You are God's Chosen One!"

“The Evil God’s Chosen One…” the fourth prince muttered, and suddenly laughed, “Hehehe… God’s Chosen One is fine, who cares about the Werewolf God or the Demon Lord! They will all be trampled under my feet!”