Calamity Crown

The sun shone down on the wasteland.

A new day has arrived, and a mutated lizard the size of a football burrowed into the sand, quietly waiting for its prey to arrive.

When a mutated cockroach the size of a fist appeared, its thick tongue shot out, wrapping the mutated cockroach back into its mouth, but before it tasted its breakfast, the vulture with its wings spread three meters wide just jumped down and knocked it out. grab.

Then--

boom!

The large-caliber bullet of the modified shotgun knocked out half of the vulture's body in one shot.

The marauder known as 'Kerry' used a cart to lug food back to camp.

car?

Do not make jokes.

Gasoline is not cheap.

He's just someone who prepares breakfast and is not entitled to that kind of expensive stuff.

In fact, if it weren't for the recent special circumstances, he wouldn't even have a shotgun.

Normally, his only weapons are knives and machetes.

The former was brought with him when he joined the Marauders.

The latter was given to him by the leader of the raiders, as a reward for discovering the girl and supplies hidden in the basement during a raid. Although it was rusty, it was better than a knife.

"Soon, very soon, I will be able to own a gun that truly belongs to me! At that time, I will..."

Carey was thinking like this, but his eyes were involuntarily attracted by a locomotive in the distance.

It was a heavy locomotive, and the rider was wearing a gas mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

But the face of the corpse placed behind was clearly visible.

That is……

Baron 'Oasis'!

100000 pull!

Thinking of this, Kaili didn't care about the cart or breakfast anymore, and ran towards the camp frantically.

He wants to tell his boss the news.

And in the wasteland this morning, there are too many people like Kaili.

Almost everyone on the side of the 'Doomsday Fortress' saw it.

One side left?

As the people on this side started to move, they were also alarmed.

Like groups of hyenas, they followed their prey, keeping a close distance, looking for the best time to strike.

Goethe glanced at the rearview mirror of the motorcycle, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

Everything is as he expected.

In the face of 100,000 La, these predators cannot remain unmoved.

Even those looters who own 'towns' will get involved.

Even if you are not involved now, you will be involved in a while!

The motorcycle continued on.

When Goethe could see the mountain-like 'Fortress of Doomsday', he stopped his motorcycle and waited quietly.

The marauders behind them approached Goethe.

They're greedy and sane—at least, for the moment, they're sane.

They looked at each other warily and surrounded Goethe.

The moment the encirclement circle was formed, there were predators who couldn't bear it and wanted to strike ahead, but were shot and collapsed by the predators beside them.

boom!

Blood splashed everywhere, and the corpse fell to the ground.

"It's mine, no one can touch it!"

The gun-toting marauders turned their backs to Goethe as if declaring their sovereignty, facing the many marauders.

Then--

boom!

Goethe put down the sawed-off double-barreled shotgun in his hand and said in a hoarse voice.

"Don't be so impatient."

"I don't like rash guys."

"How about we make a deal?"

Goethe scanned the predators around him.

These looters did not intend to listen to Goethe's words at all. They raised their weapons, and Goethe picked up the body of Baron Oasis.

Only then did the looters discover that there was a bomb strapped to the body of Baron 'Oasis'.

The detonator was held in Goethe's hands.

Suddenly, the predators hesitated.

"You see we all need to talk calmly."

"Select a few people to come out."

"No more than three."

"I don't like the number four."

Using the body of Baron 'Oasis' as a shield, Goethe said while sitting on the motorcycle.

"who do you think You Are?"

"We...uh!"

A marauder retorted Goethe, but before he could finish speaking, his throat was cut by the beak of [Spirit of Blood Raven].

Blood spurted out all of a sudden, and the opponent clutched his neck in a panic, but it was useless, so he just fell down.

"Psyker!"

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

"You can choose to cooperate with me, or I will kill you all, and then choose to cooperate with the next group of people!"

"Of course, before that, I will definitely blow up this corpse!"

As Goethe said, he looked towards the direction with the least number of people on one side.

【Desperate gaze】!

Immediately, the person looking at Goethe fell down like cutting wheat.

This sight startled the remaining Marauders.

They looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"waste!"

A cold snort appeared behind the crowd, and then the crowd was roughly pushed away.

A strong man in leather armor walked in surrounded by a group of people.

"It's Bazel!"

"'Desert Butcher'!"

The voice from the looters made the burly man in leather armor feel complacent.

But immediately, the strong man's face turned livid.

A 'town' that looked like a castle rushed towards him openly.

'Desert Butcher' didn't want to be run over to death.

Can only dodge to the side.

Then, before the 'Desert Butcher' could react, more 'towns' appeared.

Each one is on full throttle.

The marauders surrounding Goethe scattered and fled.

After a while, when the sand and dust fell, except for a few looters, there were only sixteen 'towns' left.

And that's not all.

In the field of vision of [Spirit of Blood Raven], there are more 'towns' in the distance.

They didn't come.

Just wait and see.

Still, that's enough.

"Hey ha ha ha."

Filled with maniacal laughter, Goethe stood on the motorcycle, opened his arms, and shouted loudly: "Welcome to my real collaborators-compared with the previous guys, I like you more."

"oh?"

"Why?"

A middle-aged man in a blue dress appeared on the castle 'town' that appeared first.

The other party wore aristocratic white hair, stockings of the same color, and a mouse beard.

"Because you are greedy!"

"Because you are bold!"

"Because you won't be satisfied with 100,000 la!"

Goethe laughed.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he spoke again.

"I want more!"

"You want more too!"

"Then why don't we use 'it' as a key to get more?"

Goethe pointed to the body of Baron Oasis.

"What's the meaning?"

The owner of another 'town' appeared, looking down at Goethe with a gloomy face.

"Are you a dummy?"

"Of course it's for 'it'!"

Goethe raised his finger and pointed to the mountain-like 'Fortress of Doomsday'.

Facing Goethe's insults, the other party's face became more and more gloomy, but after Goethe's fingers looked at the 'Doomsday Fortress', the other party did not get angry, but asked.

"Don't tell me that if you want to use this corpse, you can open the gate of the 'Doomsday Fortress'!"

"Jock VI is not a fool, his bastards will carefully examine the corpse!"

"Then, throw it into the power furnace!"

The other party stared at Goethe with cold eyes, like a snake.

"So, you need someone who can really open the door of the 'Doomsday Fortress' - I think I am very suitable!"

As Goethe spoke, he took off his gas mask.

Immediately, the face of the clown appeared in front of all the predators.

Looking at the scarlet smile, these predators felt strange for no reason.

Especially when Goethe stood under the scorching sun and showed that scarlet smile, there was an indescribable sense of oppression, which made people not want to meet Goethe's eyes.

The predators turned their sights unconsciously one by one.

One of the looters who had a castle-like 'town' frowned.

"Why should we trust you?"

"Why don't you believe me?"

"I will take the body of Baron 'Oasis' to the 'Doomsday Fortress'. When the gate of the 'Doomsday Fortress' opens, you will charge!"

"And before that?"

"You are just watching!"

Goethe spread his hands.

Such a statement obviously convinced the predators around.

They glanced at each other, and the man with the mouse beard spoke again.

"Okay, you just need to open the door of the 'Doomsday Fortress', and we will rush in as soon as possible!"

The other party spoke as if making a promise.

And such a promise made Goethe laugh out loud.

"Hey ha ha ha ha, are you making a promise?"

"Are you making a promise to me?"

As if hearing the most ridiculous joke, Goethe laughed up and down, but at the next moment, the laughter stopped abruptly. He stared coldly at the man with the mouse beard, and said word by word.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Do you take me for a fool?"

"I risked opening the door just for your promise?"

"Do you think you are 'prophets'?"

"give me money!"

"100000 pull!"

"I can't do without a dime!"

After Goethe finished speaking, he looked at the predators around him one by one.

These looters first looked like they really did, and then roared one after another.

"100000 la?"

"Are you crazy?"

In the wasteland, interests will always come first.

No one would believe that a person is willing to take a risk to 'help' someone else.

It must be because of interests!

There must also be interests!

The former is the rule of the wasteland.

The latter is what Goethe wanted.

"If I'm not crazy, why would I come here to make a deal with you?"

"Instead of taking it to get the bounty and leaving?"

"I want more!"

"Do you understand more?"

Goethe laughed again, and at the same time raised the detonator aloft.

Immediately, the ready-to-move predators quieted down.

"how?"

"Do you still need to think about it?"

"You still have to wait here until the 'Doomsday Fortress' is completely restored, and the bamboo basket is empty?"

Goethe continued to laugh.

But this time, these predators were finally shaken.

They got together and discussed in low voices.

Looking at this appearance, Goethe knew that the first step was successful.

These greedy predators will definitely take the bait.

And after?

It is the 'Doomsday Fortress'.

After packing 100,000 in a backpack and carrying it on his back, Goethe appeared outside the 'Fortress of Doom'.

"I'm here to get the reward!"

Goethe raised his hands high and showed a kind smile.

However, the weird clown makeup and the cracked corners of the mouth made the soldiers of the "Doomsday Fortress" hold their guns high until a man who looked like a leader appeared.

Seeing Goethe, the other party frowned.

However, he didn't pay any attention to it, and just checked the body of Baron 'Oasis'.

Taking advantage of this moment, Goethe leaned over.

He lowered his voice——

"My lord, are you tired of those 'bugs' around you?"

"I can help you once and for all!"