Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Demonic kingdom.

Two figures, one in black and one in red, were walking side by side in the rough corridor of the building.

The one in black is the leader of the Demon Flame Tribe, named Wu'an.

The red one is the leader of the demon scarlet tribe, named Red Devil.

"It is much more difficult than we thought to build a kingdom that truly belongs to the demons. Look at our lousy buildings. They are not much better than those of the low-level goblins."

Wu An said with great dissatisfaction.

"We should be more worried about the low-level demons. They have almost no intelligence. Only by letting the high-level demons keep issuing orders can we avoid chaos. Oh, really, maybe we should eliminate all the low-level demons, so that we can be much more relaxed!"

The Red Devil tilted his head, looking extremely unhappy.

"Although I don't want to admit it, they are indeed our fellow tribesmen. This is an indisputable fact. Moreover, if we lose these low-level demons that serve as the cornerstone, there will not be many demons left."

"I remembered those demonic humans from a long time ago. Remember, those lives specially created by the Lord were almost indistinguishable from intelligent species. Unfortunately..."

"Even for gods, it is not easy to create a perfect race. No matter which intelligent species on the continent right now, isn't it a successful race that has been carefully selected? We have to admit this."

"But the werewolf..." The Red Devil raised his hand and pointed in a direction.

Wu An frowned, "I don't think that person should be included. Werewolves should not be considered a perfect race. I don't even know if I should call it a race. After all, not only humans can become werewolves, but elves can also become wolf elves, and dwarves can also become wolf dwarves, right?"

As they were talking, they had already arrived at a place that was either a cave or a room.

There were lights flickering inside, and a strong demonic power emanated from it.

"My Lord! You are finally here! We have been waiting for you!"

A short potato-like figure came out. It was a fallen witch demon, a kind of demon born for magic.

"Have the other lords arrived?" Wu An asked.

"Everyone who was supposed to arrive has arrived. Some may or may not arrive, but we did not notify them."

The fallen witch demon walked and spoke on the four short legs under his round body.

"That's right. The lords of the lowest tribes are just too unqualified. We should probably report it to the Lord and let those tribes choose lords who are truly qualified."

The Red Devil spit out a mouthful of red mist and said.

"Let us handle these matters ourselves. Our Lord does not want to be involved in these matters."

As soon as Wu An finished speaking, there was a very slight vibration from the ground.

With the demon lord's perception, he can even accurately find the source of the vibration.

"It's restless again. Doesn't it know that it can't escape now?"

Wu An sneered.

"After all, it was an existence that almost destroyed the continent. How could it be willing to fall into the current situation?"

The fallen witch demon explained with a sneer.

The two demon lords didn't say anything more, but just quickened their pace.

They say they don't care about the things in their mouths, but they take them absolutely seriously.

The space was getting narrower and narrower, but the demonic power in the air was becoming stronger and stronger.

But among these strong demonic forces, there are also other evil substances mixed in.

"Hehe, here we go, delicious demons, do you want to massage me with these again?"

As you turn a corner, a loud voice rang out, and as soon as you heard it, you would think of words like monsters, evil, and powerful.

A "crocodile man" as big as a mountain, with his hands engraved with runes and tightly bound by something like metal. His lower body was soaked in hot magma, and the fiery red light reflected on his steel-like body, which was extremely oppressive.

Wu'an and Hong Mo walked out of an inconspicuous hole in the cliff and came to a rough sacrificial platform full of wild atmosphere.

The platform is already very large for the current size of the demon lords, and there are many figures on the platform.

There are not only demon lords, but also many fallen witch demons and auxiliary little demons.

"Everyone, hurry up and make this crocodile shut up! I can't stand it anymore!"

One of the smallest demon lords said very angrily.

"You are all doing things in vain, delicious things. I have a feeling that these useless things won't keep me trapped for long."

The huge crocodile man in the giant magma pool sneered.

"Our Lord has escaped from the lower world. You are no match for our Lord now. Even if you escape, what can you do? Great Disaster Crocodile."

The winged demon lord spread his broad flesh wings and said as he stood at the very edge of the platform.

"Stop talking nonsense and finish it quickly. I want to go back to enjoy my lava bath!"

The small demon lord jumped up and down.

The ceremony to reinforce the seal began. Like countless times before, this time the reinforcement ceremony went smoothly and encountered almost no fierce resistance.

"Continue to sleep, Great Disaster Crocodile."

After completing the ceremony, the Winged Demon Lord waved his hand.

"We'll see..."

The voice of the Great Disaster Crocodile came faintly before it fell into complete sleep.

After all the demon lords left, a thin gray line emerged from the rolling magma pool and slowly crawled towards the body of the Cataclysm Crocodile.

Just a slight touch on the skin of the disaster crocodile, the gray thread instantly drilled in like a parasite finding a host.

The originally chaotic consciousness of the disaster crocodile found its target again and gathered together in an instant.

It did not see the familiar lava pools and cliffs, but only a dark scene.

"Where is this?" it asked instinctively, but was surprised to find that its voice had changed.

It was no longer that majestic voice, but a small voice so distant that I had almost forgotten it.

That was the voice he made when he was just an ordinary crocodile man.

"What's going on!?" It looked down in panic and saw the powerless arm.

"No! I don't want to change back! I am the invincible Calamity Crocodile! I don't want to change back!"

It is almost insane, and no one can accept the transformation from the supreme controller to a powerless mortal.

At this moment, a voice similar to it sounded beside him: "See? I can take away everything from you and completely control your destiny."

The Great Disaster Crocodile turned his head and saw a gray-white version of himself. The other party walked towards him step by step, and continued to say: "I can make you more perfect, as long as you are willing to return to withering..."

"Wait! What on earth do you want to do!? I am the Great Disaster Crocodile! You are nothing in front of me! You will only become my food!"

No matter how it threatened and shouted, it was unable to stop its gray self from approaching.

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