Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel 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.

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.