Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Chapter 620 Evil Eye

The full moon was hanging high in the sky, and a figure appeared on the horizon illuminated by the moonlight.

There was a group of people performing a sacrifice here, and the figure walking in the distance obviously disturbed the sacrifice. The group of people all turned their heads and looked at the newcomer with cold eyes.

However, when their senses probed and learned the appearance of the person who came, their faces changed drastically.

The visitor was dressed in tattered linen and had a black panther's head on his head. Its eyes emitted a sacred white light.

"It's been a long time since we last met, old friends, how are you?"

The leopard-headed man spoke in a contemptuous tone, as if he was very familiar with the people offering sacrifices here.

"Traitor! You should never set foot here again! The great evil eye is watching you!"

One of the priests came out. Like the other priests, his eyes were covered with cloth, except for a wound on his cheek that looked like an eye.

"It's not me who betrayed the Lord, it's the Lord who betrayed me!" The leopard-headed man suddenly shouted, "Now that the gods have left the continent, do you think you can get a response by relying on daily sacrifices? Now I will take away your souls here! Let's see if your Lord of the Evil Eye will come!"

"You dare!" All the priests showed expressions of horror. They all knew that this leopard-headed man was a real ninth-level mythical creature. It was no exaggeration to say that his power was enough to destroy the world. It would be too easy for him to take the lives of several of them, the sixth and seventh-level extraordinary people.

"If you do this, the Lord will punish you and tear you into pieces!"

"Traitor! Madman! God, please punish this fellow who dares to blaspheme you!"

The worshippers were in a panic, some were threatening and some were praying.

But these leopard-headed men ignored it. It slowly raised its hands and began to directly extract the souls of these people!

Circles of dark light appeared in the leopard-headed man's palms, as if an invisible vortex was spinning in the air.

The priests felt an irresistible force pressing in from all directions, as if an invisible hand was slowly reaching into their chests and grasping their souls.

Their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably, and the cracks on their cheeks twitched violently under the blindfold, as if they were screaming silently.

"No...no! Lord, save us!" A priest knelt on the ground, covering his chest tightly with his hands, his voice hoarse and desperate.

"Lord Evil Eye... have you really abandoned us?" Another priest's voice was trembling with disbelief. His body had begun to become transparent, and the power of his soul was being drained away bit by bit.

The leopard-headed man watched all this coldly, his panther-like head slightly raised, and the white light in his eyes became more and more intense.

Its voice was low and cold, as if it came from the abyss: "Your master has long gone, and there is no god's protection on this continent anymore. Your faith is nothing but an illusion that deceives yourself."

As it spoke, the bodies of the priests gradually disintegrated and turned into wisps of gray-white smoke, which were swallowed by the vortex in the leopard-headed man's hand.

Their voices gradually faded away, leaving only the wind whistling over the empty altar, as if mourning for these lost souls.

When the figure of the last priest completely disappeared, the leopard-headed man slowly put down his hand, and the white light in his eyes dimmed.

It stood there, silent for a moment, as if thinking about something.

The moonlight shone on its body, making the tattered linen look like silver armor.

"Lord... If you are really still watching me somewhere, then show up." The leopard-headed man murmured in a low voice, with a hint of imperceptible fatigue and anticipation in his voice.

However, the surroundings were still silent, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the wilderness responding to its call.

It raised its head and looked at the full moon hanging high in the sky, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in its eyes.

After a moment, it turned and left, its figure gradually disappearing on the moonlit horizon, as if it had never appeared.

However, shortly after it left, a faint wave suddenly appeared on the altar.

A gigantic eye emerged from the air, its pupil as deep as the abyss, surrounded by countless twisted runes.

The eye slowly turned and finally fixed on the direction where the leopard-headed man left, as if staring at its back.

"Traitor... do you think you can escape my gaze?" A low and hoarse voice echoed in the void, and then the eye gradually disappeared, as if it had never existed.

In the wilderness, the moonlight was still cold and clear, the altar was empty, and only the wind was whimpering softly, as if telling some unrevealed secret.

……

Bayek.

Glenn was filling in the details of constructing hell at home when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

My sister Aduo's voice came from outside the door, "Brother, there is a leopard-headed uncle who wants to see you."

Leopard-headed people? ... Glenn didn't remember having any friends of this race, and he didn't know how they found this place.

Moreover, the fact that the other party was able to come here without alerting his perception showed that his strength was definitely extraordinary.

Glenn put down his pen, stood up, walked to the door and opened it.

After giving the announcement, A Duo went to watch TV. She was obviously not surprised that Glenn would have such strange friends.

Glenn went downstairs and saw the leopard-headed man that Aduo mentioned from the window. The man had a pair of eyes that glowed white, looking extremely mysterious.

After opening the door, the leopard-headed man politely saluted and said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Glenn. I have heard a lot about you after traveling on the mainland for so long."

"Level Nine? Who are you and why are you looking for me?"

Glenn was a little surprised. Although level nine was nothing to him, in this continent where the strongest combat power was generally at level eight, this kind of reclusive monster was truly very rare.

"I have come to join you, great werewolf god." The leopard-headed man said bluntly.

"It seems that your investigation is quite comprehensive, but I don't accept just anyone. Give me a reason to accept you."

Glenn raised his hands, not being moved by the fact that the other party was a powerful ninth-level fighter.

"I used to be a believer in the Evil Eye, but my master betrayed me. It pushed me into the abyss and wanted me to pay for it. My anger burned all my beliefs. I betrayed my master, and you, the God of Werewolves, are the only destination I can get after returning to the mainland."

The leopard-headed man spoke sincerely.

"Wouldn't the Demon Lord next door be okay?" Glenn asked back.

"I can see that it also intends to betray its believers and escape on its own."

Glenn's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't know where this guy got this information from, but it was enough to show his ability.

"Let me see your ability first. If you can help me, I will make you my believer."

Glenn said after deep thought.