Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

As if sensing something, Glenn, who was talking to the witch, turned his gaze towards his own red space.

The witch and Irabebe looked at Glenn's actions in confusion, and then they saw the scary contract paper.

Before the two could exclaim, Glenn explained: "It is no longer a threat."

"Are you sure?" Irabebe said unconvinced.

Glenn simply unfolded the strange paper, and the distorted face on it had disappeared, as if to confirm his words.

"But why? The legendary omnipotent floating object, the contract paper...would it become like this?"

"I have a secret method that can strip away the power in its body."

That was Glenn's explanation.

Irabebe looked at Glenn deeply and nodded. She might believe it, but not necessarily completely.

The party ended only after the witch returned to continue studying rare ancient magic with the witches and obtained her own information.

The witches gave Glenn a lot of mysterious magic that sounded incredible, and gave him the witches' contact information, telling him to contact them if he had any questions.

It did not arouse hatred from the male companions. After all, many of them were captured by the witches or forced to come, and very few of them were true partners.

Those who have a partner will not do anything to make their partner sad.

After leaving Irabebe's castle, the witch looked at the lifeless contract paper in Glenn's hand and asked:

"What are you going to do with this thing?"

"It also has some contractual authority. I will use this when I make contracts in the future. It will be more effective that way."

Glenn said matter-of-factly.

"This harvest is beyond imagination. We should all celebrate, right?" The witch looked at Glenn and said.

"We should definitely celebrate. How about going to my restaurant?"

"I don't like crowds. It's just the two of us. How about we find a place where there are only the two of us?"

"Okay... okay."

……

An old church hidden in a deep ravine of gravel.

The werewolf ancestor was holding a cane and leaning against the head of an unknown monster statue on the side of the hall.

Hundreds of Three Pillars believers in red robes were kneeling in an orderly manner below.

They all faced the three vertical eyes right above the hall, and below the vertical eyes, the four princes of the Zen Kingdom stood straight with their hands opened to both sides, forming a cross, as if they were welcoming a new life.

His exposed skin was no longer white, but light blue with the reflection of scales.

Chosen by the Three Pillar Gods, it will become the representative of the Three Pillar Gods on the continent and gain the supreme status.

And now, it is the sacred ceremony in which the Three Pillar Gods slowly infuse power into the bodies of the four princes.

The believers are devout and fanatical. Judging from the history of the continent, as long as a god finds his chosen one, his church will prosper!

With the terrifying power of the Three Pillar Gods, unifying the continent is not a problem. Even the demons led by the Demon Lord cannot stop them. After all, they are also gods bound by the Supreme Court.

However, these believers ignored a certain werewolf, but the werewolf ancestor and the Three Pillars would not. If there was no werewolf, the Church of the Three Pillars would naturally expand unscrupulously.

But there just happens to be such an existence on the mainland that is not bound by the Supreme Court and whose combat effectiveness is a mystery.

After the transmission ceremony was over, the fourth prince slowly put down his hands and turned around. His originally handsome face had changed drastically.

Three eyes, three noses, and three mouths, it looks like the facial features of three different people were forcibly blended together, which is extremely weird.

The Fourth Prince himself didn't care about it at all, or it could be said that he was no longer himself.

Even the most powerful werewolf ancestor at the scene was not sure what to call the creature he brought back.

"It's really great, everyone. This feeling really makes me intoxicated, hehe..."

The four princes laughed in unison and twisted their necks, seeming to be extremely comfortable.

"For the Lord's great goal! Please let the tentacles of our three pillars spread across every corner of the earth. The world should belong to our Lord!"

The followers of the Three Pillars raised their hands and prayed to their great Chosen One.

"Shut up! I have the final say here! Just listen to me and don't give me any orders!"

The fourth prince's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he stretched out his hand, which became longer like rubber, and pinched the neck of a bishop, instantly sucking his soul and flesh dry.

The believers were not afraid, but just quieted down and waited obediently for the Fourth Prince's orders.

Even the believers closest to the unfortunate bishop remained calm, as if they had long been accustomed to it, or thought that this was how it should be.

"I'm very hungry now. Go and bring the prepared food over so that I can eat my fill before I can get things done."

The command chosen by God is God’s will.

Soon, a group of wounded sub-giants came into the hall carrying a huge plate, and on the plate was a demon leader surrounded by white flames.

The demon leader was obviously not dead yet, otherwise the flames on his body would have been extinguished long ago.

Its body was imprisoned by a unique magic, but its consciousness was still clear.

This was captured by the werewolf ancestor himself from the demon's White Fire Tribe at great risk. After receiving the infusion of power, the Chosen One needs great replenishment, and the demon's body and strength are most suitable.

If the werewolf ancestor did not have his own methods, the Demon Lord, with his divine methods, would definitely have noticed it.

When the Fourth Prince saw this powerful seventh-level white fire demon, he could no longer suppress the desire to devour it.

Without waiting for the sub-giant slaves to reach it, it stretched out its elongated hands and pulled the demon in front of itself.

Several sub-giants were knocked to the ground by its terrifying power.

The White Fire Demon was very frightened at this time. He didn't know why, but this strange thing gave him an unprecedented sense of oppression, even stronger than the sense of danger given by the Demon Lord.

But no matter how it struggled, the shackles on its body did not move at all. Those were the restraints cast by the werewolf ancestor himself. The ninth-level myth was not something a seventh-level demon like it could resist.

The fourth prince opened three mouths, which were stretched straight into circles with spiral triangular teeth inside, feasting on the demon's body.

Eating meat is as easy as eating cotton, and eating white fire is as easy as drinking a beverage.

The werewolf ancestors watching on the side swallowed their saliva.

As for the pain the demon suffered after being eaten, only it itself knew.

The demons that were several times larger than his own body were quickly eaten by the fourth prince. He smacked his lips and said, "It's still a little short. I don't know what the demon lord will taste like, and there's also a werewolf..."

As it said this, it looked at the werewolf ancestor with greedy eyes. The latter just smiled, but his back was already covered in cold sweat.