Salute To The General

Chapter 3171



Holding the staff that symbolized the status of a high priest, Steen slightly spread his hands while gazing toward the east, where the moon was about to rise, with his eyes closed. He began chanting with a loud and piercing voice, "The sun has set in the west, and the moon has yet to rise. At present, everything is dark whether I open or close my eyes. Wolf God! Your descendants are caught up in an unprecedented time of darkness, fighting desperately for our survival. Now, I use the blood and life of our clansmen and mankind as a medium to communicate with you. Please bestow us with mighty strength, protect the king of the werewolf clan, and aid us in defeating our formidable enemies. In return, you will receive offerings from the future generations of the werewolf clan and be worshiped by us forever."

As Steen's incantation reverberated in the air, a new moon rose in the far east of the night sky.

However, the rising new moon was different from the usual moon.

It did not shine white. Instead, the moon was reddish-yellow in color.

Even the glow of the new moon illuminating the earth was tinged with pale red as if everything had turned red-coated.

Bathed in the faint red moonlight, the werewolves' eyes turned crimson like they had grown more violent and bloodthirsty.

Those werewolves attacking the town became more aggressive.

The werewolf warriors, tasked to guard Steen and the other priests, started to go berserk. Many werewolves had subconsciously transformed into combat form, taking on the appearance of a partial lycanthrope.

Some werewolves couldn't even stop their urge to look up at the rising new moon in the east and howl.

As Steen chanted more loudly and passionately, his voice echoed throughout the battlefield.

The blood of those werewolves and people who died, flowing on the ground, bizarrely boiled and evaporated into clouds of red steam.

The fog engulfed the moon in the sky, turning the moonlight crimson.From NôvelDrama.Org.

At that moment, a person's face appeared on the blood moon atop the sky.

More precisely, that was the face of a partial lycanthrope, seemingly gazing down at the earth like a deity.

"Wolf God has heard the high priest's call and will soon bestow us with miracles to protect the werewolves!" many among the werewolves shouted in excitement.

Meanwhile, Nathan, who was fighting with Raytor, swung a forceful punch at the latter and sent him flying over ten meters backward.

Instead of pursuing Raytor, Nathan frowned at the blood moon in the sky.

Then, he shifted his gaze onto the werewolf clan's high priest,,

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arm and vaguely figuring out what was happening.

At that moment, Raytor panted heavily after getting beaten up by Nathan. Still, the smile on his face widened.

He stared at Nathan and grinned menacingly. "Nathan, your death tonight is inevitable now that I have Wolf God's blessing."

At the same time, Steen had completed his ritual.

The blood moon in the sky suddenly emitted a beam of dazzling light. The next instant, a red-light pillar descended and projected on Raytor, the Alpha Wolf.

Initially, Raytor had already been severely injured by Nathan.

When the beam of red light shone on him, the wounds on his body underwent rapid recovery.

Raytor, who was originally breathless and despondent, grew elated. His eyes glinted, and hot vapor billowed from his muscular body.

Nathan's frown deepened.

Some of the werewolves cried out in exhilaration, "Wolf God is here to grant our Alpha Wolf divine powers!"

"Alpha Wolf will win, and Nathan will die!"

While the werewolves cheered, the red-light pillar formed armor on Raytor's body.

In the beginning, the armor was still semi-translucent.

Gradually, the light pillar dissipated, and the armor on Raytor solidified.

Raytor was now equipped with

magnificent crimson armor. Not

only was the armor impressive, but it was also adorned with various werewolf clan totems and tunes The protective covering appeared exceptionally glorious and exquisite.