Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Chapter 632 Goodbye Ila Beibei

The disciple was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "I understand, Patriarch, we will follow your instructions and charge the dragon as soon as possible."

The Holy Spirit Patriarch withdrew his hand, turned around and looked at him, with a hint of relief in his eyes:

"Very good. Remember, this matter must be kept absolutely confidential. No word can be leaked. Glenn's perception is extremely sharp. Once he notices our actions, everything will be over."

"Yes, Patriarch." The young man responded respectfully and then left the secret room.

The Holy Spirit Patriarch once again turned his gaze towards the stone statue of the dragon, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

She whispered to herself, "Glenn, my grandson... You may think you have won, but this game is far from over. The glory of the Holy Spirit Family will never end here."

She turned and left the secret room. The stone door slowly closed behind her. The light of the runes gradually dimmed and finally disappeared into the darkness.

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After returning from the netherworld, Glenn went directly to the witch's hut.

Hell already has its prototype, and the rest requires little by little accumulation. When the mainland gradually realizes the existence of hell, Glenn will find a chance to officially unveil it.

A lot of trouble could have been avoided then.

"You're going to lift the witches' curse!?"

In the witch's house, witch Avisa asked in disbelief after hearing Glenn's purpose.

"Yes, I should be able to do it with my current abilities. Can you take me to see the eighth-level witch?"

Glenn nodded seriously.

"Okay, since you brought it up, then you should be sure of it. But I still want to remind you to be careful. Last time, I heard from that eighth-level witch Irabebe that their curse is connected to the rules of the world. Even the gods may not be able to do anything about it. Are you... sure?"

The witch looked into Glenn's eyes and asked seriously.

"I have reached a level higher than God. The guy in the Supreme Court calls that level a rule weaver. At this level, it is no problem to add some rules that go against common sense to the world. It should be no problem to eliminate the witches' curses."

"Rule Weaver..." The witch murmured the term, feeling relieved. She then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll help you build a passage into Irabebe Castle."

The witch Avisha began to chant a spell, and drew complex runes in the air with her hands. A portal flashing with faint blue light gradually took shape in front of her.

Glenn stood aside, waiting quietly.

He knew that this trip to Irabebe's castle was not only to lift the witches' curse, but also to settle a long-standing cause and effect.

"The passage is ready." Ivisa stopped what she was doing, turned around and said to Glenn, "Remember, be careful."

Glenn nodded and stepped into the portal.

His eyes were blurry for a moment, and the scene around him changed rapidly. When he stood firm again, he was already in front of an ancient and magnificent castle.

The castle towered into the clouds, its black stone walls covered with vines, and the air was filled with a faint scent of magic.

The castle gate slowly opened and a witch in a black robe walked out.

Her face was hidden under the hood, revealing only a pair of deep eyes with a hint of vigilance and curiosity.

"Mr. Glenn, Lady Irabebe has been waiting for a long time." The witch bowed slightly, her voice low and respectful.

The moment he stepped into the portal, Irabebe knew who was coming.

Glenn nodded and followed the witch into the castle.

The interior of the castle is gorgeously decorated. The walls are covered with ancient magical portraits and the floor is covered with thick carpets. Every step feels like stepping on clouds.

The witch led Glenn through a long corridor and finally came to a spacious hall.

In the middle of the hall, a witch in a purple robe was standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window with her back to them.

Her long hair fell like a waterfall, and in her hand she held a jewel-studded staff, emitting powerful magical fluctuations from her body.

"Hello again, gentle magic mother." Glenn called softly.

The witch slowly turned around, revealing a beautiful but slightly tired face.

Her eyes were like the deep starry sky, as if they could see through everything. She smiled slightly, and her voice flowed like a spring: "Glenn, long time no see."

"Not for long." Glenn stepped forward with a hint of apology in his eyes. "I came here to lift your curse."

Irabebe's smile froze slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

She sighed softly and said, "You're finally here. I knew you would come sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

Glenn didn't say much, just looked at her quietly.

Irabebe waved her hand, signaling the witches around her to retreat.

When they were the only two left in the hall, she slowly spoke: "You know, this curse is not just for us witches, it's also connected to the rules of the world. Even gods can't easily lift it."

"I am no longer the person I used to be." Glenn's voice was calm and firm. "I am now a rule weaver who can change the rules of the world. I can lift this curse."

There was a flash of surprise in Irabebe's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

She nodded and said, "In that case, let's get started. However, I need to remind you that the process of removing the curse may lead to some unpredictable consequences. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Glenn didn't hesitate and nodded: "I'm ready."

Irabebe took a deep breath and slowly raised the staff in his hand.

She began to chant an ancient spell, and the air around her seemed to solidify, and magic power formed a huge vortex around her.

Glenn stood before her, closed his eyes, and the power in his body began to surge.

As the spell progressed, Glenn's body gradually changed.

Silver lines appeared on his skin, his eyes turned into deep wolf pupils, and a powerful force of rules emanated from his body.

His consciousness gradually connected with the rules of the world, as if he could see countless intertwined threads, each representing a rule.

He reached out and gently touched one of the threads.

That was a rule connected to the witch's curse, full of pain and despair. Glenn's eyes flashed with determination, and he pulled hard, and the thread broke instantly.

At this moment, the entire castle shook violently, as if the world was shaking.

Irabebe's face turned pale, and he could barely hold the staff in his hand.

She felt the curse in her body gradually disappearing, replaced by an unprecedented sense of relief.

However, just when the curse was about to be completely lifted, Glenn's brows suddenly frowned.

He felt a powerful backlash force surging from the rules of the world and rushing straight into his consciousness.