Calamity Crown

"Yes, monster!"

"It appeared half a year ago!"

"Someone first discovered that the cemetery had been excavated. We thought it was a grave robber, so we ambush there. Then we saw a terrifying monster - 5-6 meters high, with antlers, and bullets couldn't kill it!"

"The sheriff of the small town reported it immediately, and Hallest sent a lord, who easily dealt with this monster, but a monster similar to this monster appeared again two days ago."

"It should be the child or companion of the previous monster!"

"However, please rest assured, I have already reported it, and Hallest will send someone to deal with it soon!"

The town mayor said confidently.

Goethe nodded outwardly in agreement.

But in the bottom of my heart, I already understood that this was one of the backhands prepared by the previous tempter.

The monster that was killed half a year ago.

After half a year, a child or companion will emerge?

The monster himself didn't believe these words.

After lunch, Goethe and Sila were taken to the guest room to rest.

It is two guest rooms.

After expressing their thanks again, Goethe and Sheila looked at each other and walked into their respective rooms.

Then Sila climbed over the window and entered Goethe's room.

"The mayor lied."

Shira said as soon as she came in.

"Um."

Goethe made no objection.

Although there is a high probability that the other party did not lie, they just concealed some important things.

Example: number of deaths.

But it has nothing to do with him.

What he cared about was how the planner would use this monster to deal with him.

"What do you know about this monster?"

Goethe asked.

"Wendigo!"

"A man-eating monster with a deer head and a bone-like body wrapped in ice crystals. Not only is it extremely tall, but it also moves so fast that ordinary people can't see it clearly."

"This kind of monster usually only appears in the cold winter of the northern region, but it does not dig up graves to eat corpses, but eats fresh ones."

"So, the monster should have directly attacked the residents of the town, rather than digging graves."

"However, the most interesting thing about it is..."

"Evil thoughts possessed!"

Sheila said, her face became serious.

"Possessed by evil thoughts?"

Goethe narrowed his eyes.

"Well, it's an ability that can possess ordinary people and turn them into the same kind. During the possession, the possessed person has a mind, but they stand on the side of the monster."

"Simply put, it is to have reason, and become cunning and bottomless."

Sheila explained.

"Is there a way to defend against this kind of evil thoughts?"

Goethe continued to ask.

Sheila gave Goethe a strange look.

As the guardian of the 'Mad King's Legacy', how could he not know such things?

Could it be...

Test me?

Thinking from the bottom of her heart, Sheila immediately said more seriously.

"Ordinary people rely on their will, don't eat meat, and can return to normal after a winter, but 'superhumans'?"

"A strong [heart] makes them fearless."

Sheila said in a proud tone.

In her opinion, she is such a powerful 'extraordinary'.

Although due to the special ceremony, she has not yet been able to display her full strength, but when she changes qualitatively, she will definitely be able to stand at the pinnacle of this era - this is what her teacher told her.

Sheila believed it.

It's like she firmly believes that no matter when facing the real Wendigo or the enemy in the name of Wendigo, she can defeat each other.

What's more, she also has a reliable helper.

Goethe Wayne, the guardian of the "Mad King's Legacy"!

A man who killed the 'Smurf in the Mist', played tricks on the 'Church of Flesh', and took control of the entire situation in Lust!

He must be able to...

"Hey, Goethe, why are you packing your luggage?"

Sheila looked at Goethe, who was packing her luggage, with a dazed expression.

"The other party has already laid a trap, why should I jump in?"

Goethe asked back.

Sheila immediately became more confused.

"If you don't jump in, why come to the town?"

"It's okay if we just leave right away?"

This woman with multiple identities undoubtedly still has not reacted.

Goethe had to turn around and explain seriously.

"If you just left directly, the planners here will definitely chase us with all their strength. Therefore, under the premise of a limited number of people, you and I came here, so that the planners think we have taken the bait, and let the other side think they are sure of winning."

"As for Swart?"

"His departure will inevitably attract part of the attention of the planners, and will cause the opponent to divide their troops to catch up."

"And what we have to do is to join Swart before Swart is killed by those guys, and at the same time kill the pursuers who are chasing Swart, further weakening the opponent's strength."

Sheila froze.

This idiot never imagined that it would be so complicated.

After a few seconds, Shira showed a smile.

"As expected of the guardian of the 'Mad King's Legacy'."

"I think so too!"

The other party put his hands on his hips and said shamelessly.

Then, with a guilty conscience, he returned to the room and began to pack his luggage.

...

Swart discerned the direction and went straight to Hallest.

But the sheriff wasn't moving fast.

It can even be said that it is quite slow.

Just like an outing, stop and go.

Take a sip of water from time to time, and then look at the surrounding scenery.

If not for the fear of being discovered, the sheriff would even have produced a cigarette.

Although Goethe didn't say it clearly, Swart knew what kind of person Goethe was. It was definitely not Goethe's style to jump into it under the premise of knowing that the other party might have a plan.

unless……

Goethe wanted to teach the other party a lesson.

Swart, who has cooperated with Goethe several times, really understands Goethe's style very well.

Of course, it would have been even better if he hadn't acted as a 'bait'.

Thinking of his identity as a 'bait', Swarte felt sad from the bottom of his heart and couldn't help sighing.

He only hoped that the planner would slow down and Goethe would hurry up.

Otherwise he really has to finish the game.

He checked the bullets in the revolver, and then touched the explosives hidden in his shirt—this was taken from the robber. Looking at these explosives at the time, he felt very safe for some reason, Swan Te took it easy.

And now?

Feel more secure.

Swallowing the snack in his hand, Swart took a sip of water, and was ready to continue.

It's quite a distance from the train here.

However, it is not safe.

He needs to find a place to hide.

Preferably a hidden cave or something.

It would be even better if it could be hidden until dark.

What if it can arrive at dawn tomorrow?

That's victory!

At that time, Goethe will be able to find him for sure.

Swart burrowed into the northern mountain forest with both hands and feet. Two hours later, when the sheriff entered a dense forest, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. Compared with the bare mountain just now, this place is undoubtedly more suitable for hiding.

But the next moment, the sheriff's breath stuck in his throat.

He saw a piece of wreckage.

The remains of human corpses.

It was torn apart like a rag doll and thrown in the clearing in the dense forest.

The blood has long since dried up.

However, the sheriff was certain that the body was not complete.

Or to be precise, a considerable part of the 'meat' was lost!

Cold sweat ran down Swart's back.

The sheriff almost peed in fright.

He pumped his diaper vigorously, turned around and ran.

I don't know what's in here, but it's definitely not safe.

Must leave now!

However, after turning his head and running a few steps, the sheriff had to stop.

Five people appeared in front of him with indifferent faces.

The gun in the opponent's hand was pointed at the sheriff.

"My friend, have we misunderstood a little?"

The sheriff smiled humbly.

"You are Goethe Wayne's companion?"

asked the leader.

"You misunderstood, I don't know Goethe Wayne."

The sheriff held up his hands as he spoke.

"Then why did you enter the special compartment?"

The other party continued to ask.

"I just saw that the young master needed help and wanted to earn some pocket money."

The sheriff, with his hands up, was uttering serious nonsense.

"Ah."

"You're talking nonsense!"

The other party sneered.

"My lord, I didn't do it on purpose! I really didn't want to talk nonsense, I was just fascinated for a while, and wanted to go in and see if there was anything valuable! This is really my first time! Please forgive me!"

The sheriff fell to his knees with a plop, crying.

Looking at Swarte who expected to get away with it.

The leader sneered again.

"Swart!"

The other party directly called out Swart's name.

It's over!

The sheriff's heart sank, but on the surface he still looked like weeping bitterly.

"Your Excellency, what are you talking about?"

"I'm not Swart!"

"My name is Trevors!"

The sheriff tried to delay the time as much as possible while looking for life.

His hand couldn't help touching the explosive.

However, the lead shooter reacted faster.

Raise your hand to pull the trigger.

Then--

Woo!

A gust of wind blew by.

The lead gunman who was about to pull the trigger just now was gone.

Swart was taken aback for a moment, and the remaining four pursuers almost instinctively raised their revolvers and pointed at the sheriff.

They thought it was the sheriff's fault.

"You are not me!"

"Don't shoot!"

"Misunderstanding!"

Swart crawled there and yelled loudly.

Those four people ignored it at all and were about to pull the trigger.

The gust of wind just now appeared again.

The four disappeared like the previous leader.

No!

It was kidnapped!

Swart vaguely saw a tall monster with antlers flashing in front of him.

"What kind of monster is this?"

As soon as this idea came to Swart's heart, he was directly knocked out.

When the sheriff woke up again, he was already hung in a cave surrounded by vines, and his hands were bound by vines.

Beside him are the five gunmen just now.

The difference is that the five shooters are dead.

He is still alive.

"It's because they are holding guns, and the monster feels danger, so kill them!"

In an instant, Swart reacted.

But then, his face became even uglier.

Sometimes, living is not better than dead.

For example, this monster has to store fresh rations!

Or, eat it alive!

Thinking of this, Swart struggled violently.

This kind of struggle attracted the attention of the monster, and when the deer-headed monster walked in, Swart immediately pretended to be dead.

Unfortunately, it was of no use.

The monster just stared at Swart.

Then, the monster got smaller little by little.

It turned into a human being covered in dirt.

The other party raised his hand and picked up a piece of flesh, handed it to Swart's mouth, and said coldly——

"eat!"

Swart shook his head immediately when he smelled the pungent smell of blood.

The body kept leaning back, keeping himself farther away from the piece of meat.

Although it is impossible to tell exactly where the meat came from, Swart would never eat it.

Even if he is starved to death, he will not eat his own kind.

He is not a nice person.

Strictly speaking, he's a bad guy.

But he is still human.

As a human being, one must have the dignity of being a human being.

Swart's stare and refusal angered the monster.

The angry monster grabbed the sheriff off the vines, and the tough vines instantly abraded the skin of Swart's wrists. The monster's throat was rumbling, and it opened its mouth full of fangs, but it didn't Bite down, but squeezed Swart's mouth open, trying to stuff the piece of meat into Swart's mouth.

Swart wants to grit his teeth, but facing the power of the monster, he can't do it at all.

Seeing the flesh and blood getting closer, Swart opened his mouth and cursed.

"I am XXXX!"

While cursing loudly, Swart directly pulled the explosive fuze hidden on his body.

The unique sound of the fuze alarmed the monster, and the opponent stepped back as soon as Swart was dropped.

Looking at the retreating monster, the sheriff smiled.

He raised his bloody palm and raised a middle finger at the monster.

"Silly X!"

Then the sheriff shouted with all his might.

"Goethe, come and save me, I'm really going to die!"

This is Swart's last struggle in the face of the last moment of his life.

just struggling.

No other thoughts.

But, the next moment, an answer came from not far away——

"coming!"