Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

The words on the contract paper were like a sharp knife stabbing into the witches' hearts. Even the seventh-level witches who followed Irabebe didn't know about this.

They didn't expect that their magical mother would have to bear all the costs alone.

"Magic Mom! Is what it says true?! Do you know how sad this would make us?!"

"This is a game we all play together! We won't let you bear the consequences alone!"

The seventh-level witches all spoke to Irabebe in unison. Although they were afraid of the horrible methods that the Drifting Thing was rumored to have, it was impossible for their magical mother to face it alone.

The other witches were driven insane by the information they received.

They were clearly just here for a simple party, and the magic mother would always take care of them, but why did this situation suddenly occur?

However, after a brief moment of surprise, these witches resolutely expressed the same attitude as the seventh-level witches.

"Hahaha... How touching! So much material, it's great. Don't worry, the price I need you to pay is actually nothing if it is evenly distributed among each of you. At most, you will just lose your personality, which is no big deal."

The contract paper is so happy that there is no limit on the number of parties signing the contract, as long as it is voluntary.

This was also the impromptu decision it made when it came here and found so many witches. This time it was really a big harvest.

Just as it was about to start drafting the contract, it suddenly noticed that the surrounding environment was a little strange, but when it checked carefully, there was nothing unusual.

I was secretly wondering in my heart, no matter what it was, I would take today's harvest away first.

"Contract paper, right?"

Glenn flew to the position closest to the contract paper and asked impolitely.

The contract paper showed no signs of life. It just looked at Glenn with strange eyes and said:

"Even an eighth-level witch doesn't dare to talk to me like this, how can you, an ordinary human, be so courageous?"

"Whose male companion is that? Pull him back! This is none of his business! Don't you know how terrible it is to have floating things?"

A seventh-level witch frowned and scolded, shouting at the witches behind her.

All the witches turned their eyes to the witch Avisha.

Irabebe and the seventh-level witches also looked at each other.

"Witch?" Ira Beibei was a little surprised. She was also somewhat concerned about this special member who was not a witch but better than a witch. Although there were rumors outside that the other party was an extremely evil existence, she felt that after observing him, he was not a bad person.

Ai Weisha just smiled in the face of so many eyes, "It doesn't matter, he is different."

Just as she finished her words, Glenn spoke again:

"Do you drifting creatures know each other? I met one called the Heart Hunter. Are you on good terms with it?"

Hearing the name of the Heart Hunter, Contract Paper showed an expression of disdain and contempt, "Mysterious drifting objects are also different. The timid and powerless Heart Hunter, who is only level six, can never be compared with me!"

"So you're not familiar with it?" Glenn said with some regret.

"What does it have to do with you whether I'm familiar with it or not? I have no interest in a weak life like you. Get out of the way. Although I'm restricted by the rules, it's still easy for me to kill you."

Contract Paper said impatiently.

Glenn didn't say anything else, but reached out, rolled up the contract paper and threw it into his own red space while the contract paper was in shock.

There was no sluggishness or obstruction in the movement, as if it was just an ordinary piece of paper.

"Innate spatial ability!? You are also level eight!?" Irabebe opened her eyes wide and exclaimed.

Except for some special individuals, such as knights, many beings with strength reaching level eight will have a space world of their own. The origin of this space is unknown, as if it was born together with its owner.

"Level eight!?"

The witches also cried out in surprise and looked at the witch with disbelief.

"This person is more than just a level eight. He has a great background."

The witch seemed to have been waiting for this moment and said it happily.

"What do you mean!? Explain yourself, you evil witch!"

The white dog witch next to her was anxious and tried to shake Ivisa's shoulders, but was easily avoided.

After all, he had been hiding from the pursuit outside for more than a hundred years, and he knew many more strange tricks than these witches.

"The contract paper cannot be trapped so easily. Sir, are you confident that you can trap it? If not, that thing will hold a grudge."

Irabebe stepped forward and said with concern that she didn't want innocent people to be involved in this danger.

Glenn thought about it and gave a strange answer, "That depends on whether the two people in my space can do it."

A few minutes ago, the contract paper unfolded its body in Glenn's red space, and it had already reacted to what it had experienced.

Immediately, endless anger and brutality made the already distorted face even more distorted, "I will let you know! How terrible I am, Angwu!!"

As he was about to use his authority to break through the space, two pairs of eyes quickly locked onto him.

Both glances contained a feeling that made the contract paper extremely terrified.

"Who's there!" He turned around suddenly and looked around, but there was nothing there except the densely floating red wolf monsters.

But the next moment, two pairs of hands grabbed one corner of it from both sides at the same time.

"Let go! Septic blood! This is what that boy gave to this goddess!"

The petite Moon Goddess, who was as petite as a doll, puffed up her face and threatened.

"Look at how you look now! How can you be as attractive as me? You are clearly a trick used by that werewolf to please me! He must have figured out how to become my divine messenger!"

The Septic Queen tried to kick the little thing with her long white legs, but she could only kick against an invisible wall.

Glenn built a wall between the two guys to prevent them from fighting, so the two went from fistfighting to spitting at each other from time to time.

This red space has a certain restorative effect on the bodies and souls of the two fallen gods, which is why they are willing to stay here.

In addition to quarreling when they are bored, they also have the right to watch the scenes outside. Glenn will not restrict them. After all, this red space can lead to various parts of the continent.

Except for not being able to go out on their own initiative, they still live a very comfortable life and have fully experienced the happiness of being a stay-at-home girl.

Just now, they had been urging Glenn to give them the contract paper, because this thing has authority. Although it is not as complete as that of a god, it is a priceless treasure for them at the moment.

What's more, I have never seen this authority before, and I don't know how much stronger I will become if I get it.