Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

At this time, a minister with a curly beard and half the weight of the king stood out with a bulging belly. He elegantly pinched his carefully groomed curly beard with his index finger and thumb and said:

"Your wise and mighty king, that werewolf actually dared to call himself a god. This is a blasphemy against the gods. As a country famous for justice on the continent, our Kingdom of Venides must take care of it!"

The king frowned slightly, but did not refute him as he would a spy, because he knew that his minister was resourceful and must have come up with an idea that he would not object to.

"Grand Duke Fran, that is an eighth-level monster after all. Do you... have any good ideas?"

"Your Majesty, we must not forget that there are gods on the continent today."

Grand Duke Fran's words seemed to wake up the king, but the king seemed a little unconvinced, "You mean... the Lord of Demons?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Archduke Franz gave an unfathomable smile and bowed slightly.

The king pushed away the fruit handed to him by the beautiful maid, patted his huge round belly and began to think, with a shrewd light flashing in his eyes that were almost invisible due to the fat head.

After a while, he said, "The Demon Lord will not allow an inferior race to be on equal footing with him. I think the werewolf should also know this. We need to teach him a lesson."

"Your Majesty is wise."

"But our Kingdom of Venides is a country of etiquette and will not easily start a war. Peace is still the most precious thing. If that werewolf knows what's good for him and joins us, everything will be fine."

The king struggled to stand up, a smug smile on his face, and he was deeply proud of his own wisdom.

The ministers below looked at each other, obviously not quite understanding what the king meant. Their brains had not been used for a long time, and all they thought about all day was how to enjoy themselves.

Even at this time, some ministers were dozing off while standing.

Only Archduke Fran showed a satisfied smile. He and the king were old friends who enjoyed eating, drinking and having fun together. With just a little guidance, he could find the answer according to his own ideas.

"Okay, next I have to discuss state affairs with Grand Duke Fran, so the other ministers please leave."

The king obviously knew the nature of the other ministers, so he did not make things difficult for them and just waved his hand and "withdrew from the court."

The ministers did not hesitate at all. They left as neatly and cleanly as naughty students leaving school, and some even skipped the formalities.

Basically, this so-called royal council chamber is actually a place for the king to play. There are seldom serious meetings here. Most of the time, the king and his ministers are seen singing and dancing.

Grand Duke Fran and the King chatted until late at night, and just as the sun had set, Grand Duke Fran's magnificent carriage team left the glittering castle.

Yes, the castle glows. It uses all kinds of precious materials and magic to create a strange scene like a kingdom of God.

The moment he stepped out of the imperial city, Archduke Fran covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief while sitting in the exquisite carriage.

If the imperial city is the kingdom of God, then the towns outside are the source of darkness.

There is almost no order here. The only way for people to survive is violence, and they can only live well through various "gangster" businesses.

Ordinary people who do not have much ability, such as children, the elderly, women, and the disabled, can only be the pitiful oppressed at the bottom.

The streets were filled with the smell of blood, decay, excrement, and so on.

In fact, Grand Duke Fran's carriage was protected by magic and there was no strange smell. But even so, Grand Duke Fran still had to cover his mouth and nose.

The elegant fat pig gently pulled open a corner of the car curtain, just a glance, and then retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

Grand Duke Fran was furious and cursed: "What's wrong with that rubbish Dumelon!? How many times have I told you? The road from my home to the imperial city must be clean and tidy! Why is it still like this here! The toilet in my home is much more noble than this one!"

"Your Excellency the Duke, Dumeron said this is the cleanest state, and this is the limit of what he can do. He said he is just a gang leader, not a professional cleaner, and being able to clean the body is the limit of what he can do."

A buzzing sound was heard from outside, and it was obvious that the other party was also covering his mouth and nose.

"Then he should be able to do more! People always need to be pushed before they really start to do things. I should have thought of it earlier. Alok, go and teach him a lesson for me. Let this gang leader know who is responsible for his current position."

"Your Excellency, I think... it's not necessary. You can achieve the same effect by writing a letter."

The guard knight named Alok was obviously very reluctant. After all, he had been hanging out with the Duke in various high-end places, so how could he be willing to go into the dirty underground world?

Grand Duke Fran snorted, and understood his subordinate's thoughts, so he said, "When you come back, I will give you the high elf I got yesterday as a reward."

After these words were spoken, there was a moment of silence outside, and then the knight's sonorous and powerful response was heard: "I will live up to the honor!"

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Glenn used the same method, preaching every few miles on the path to the Endless Sea. Although it was slow, he did not feel tired.

Just because there are so many people, he is really looking forward to what level his strength will reach once he transforms these beliefs into power.

At this time, his huge body was sitting on a big rock, his face solemn and majestic, and the people listening below all looked up, focused and serious.

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching cry came from the distance in the crowd, and Glenn stopped talking immediately.

Those who had almost become believers cast dissatisfied glances in the direction where the crying and shouting came from.

A few strong men had red eyes and were about to stand up to teach the troublemakers a lesson, but Glenn stopped the irrational behavior of the church members with just a look.

"Let the poor mother come over." The werewolf's loud voice spread out, quite similar to that of Tathagata Buddha in the TV series Journey to the West in his previous life.

Not long after, a woman with disheveled hair and holding a baby staggered to the big rock where Glenn was sitting.

She raised her weather-beaten and tired face and said hoarsely, "Great Werewolf God! Please save my child! I am willing to be your most loyal believer!"

As he spoke he lifted up his child, a three or four year old, who was already dead.

Glenn frowned slightly. The child was trampled to death because all the bones in his chest had collapsed, forming the shape of a foot.

The murderer must have been a high-ranking warrior, which caused such horrific injuries. With one kick, the child's bones and internal organs were crushed to pieces.

"The Werewolf God is merciful. I am willing to save your child and punish those who hurt your child."