Calamity Crown

Hestings City, outside.

Night sky, down.

The flames of war are spreading, aside.

Two figures, one white and one black, faced each other.

The white figure was tall and strong, far beyond ordinary people, and the minions were shining coldly under the reflection of the fire.

No one would doubt the strength of the white figure.

Because, the white figure is called Herman!

Having mastered the "secret technique" of the Wolfe royal family, as an exile, he became one of the Wolfe royal family and the heir of the Wolfe royal family-in the war against Ryan, he even took the lead and conquered the city.

At least 20 Lane generals died at the hands of Hermann.

Among them are many mysterious people with extraordinary power.

Confidence builds up from battle to battle.

In the end, the heart of victory was achieved!

Herman never doubted that he could take Ryan in 28 days.

At least, the first moment yes.

And now?

Herman was a little shaken.

He raised his head and looked at Goethe.

Look at Goethe, who is taller and stronger than him, with even sharper minions.

Herman froze.

He was a little overwhelmed.

In fact, everyone was overwhelmed.

Lane people, Mrs. Wall are the same.

They looked at the black figure in that scene, as if they were in a dream.

"How can it be?"

"How can this be?"

"Why does Marple know the secret technique of Wolfe's royal family?"

Sirik muttered to himself.

Such murmurs represent the thoughts of everyone in Wolfe's army—why are the secrets of Wolfe's royal family mastered by outsiders? No! wrong! The person who has mastered the secret art of the Wolfe royal family should be a member of the Wolfe royal family!

and……

Looking at Goethe's height of 4 meters and his strong and strong limbs, some high-level officials in Wolfe's army suddenly had some guesses in their hearts.

However, these have nothing to do with Goethe.

At this moment, he pressed Herman to the ground and beat him violently.

Bang bang bang bang!

The sharp claws fell on Herman like a storm.

Immediately, Herman was bloody.

Herman is also fighting back.

But the incomparably powerful power in the past seems so helpless at this moment, even Goethe's skin can't be scratched——With the increase of Goethe's [body], the effect of [Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Wolf (Incomplete)] Already raised to the werewolf form, gaining claws that can resist explosive-level fur and bullet-level attacks.

Although the extra [body] +1 has not changed.

But enough is enough.

Equipped with [Spiritual Armor], the werewolf's own fur, and double anti-explosion shields, Herman's minions are really similar to tickling for Goethe.

And Goethe's claws fell on Hermann?

It's like cutting butter with a knife!

One piece at a time!

Clean and neat!

This scene is so unbearable to look at.

That's right!

Just can't bear to look directly!

Many people turned their heads subconsciously when they watched Goethe beating Herman violently.

awful!

It is too miserable!

It's like Chihuahua meets Tibetan Mastiff.

Both are adults and also have claws and teeth.

But the difference in body size and the resulting strength difference made everything without any suspense.

Ten seconds later, Herman lost his breath.

One of the royal family of Wolfe, the heir to the king, died outside Hessetings.

Goethe stood up again, and rushed towards Wolfe's camp with a vertical leap.

"Stop him!"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

The Wolfe officers who woke up from a dream shouted loudly.

Zila! Zila!

Goethe, who had already accumulated enough [Crazy Thunder] in Herman, immediately chose to release it, and the thick, white python-like currents rushed in all directions with Goethe as the center, those who had already surrounded him thought they had no flaws The members of Wolfe's mysterious side force all turned into coke without even snorting.

Ordinary soldiers have no bones left.

at the same time--

quack quack!

With ominous calls, thousands of crows flew down from the sky.

The Volvo soldiers were in a hurry.

Goethe took this opportunity to rush to the target: a man in military uniform with a big gold star on his shoulder.

This is the target locked by the vision of [Spirit of Blood Raven].

The other party has been surrounded by a group of people.

Even when Herman appeared on the battlefield, he maintained respect for each other.

Big shot without a doubt!

At this moment, when the other party faced Goethe, his face was quite calm.

Even if there is panic in the eyes.

But also fleeting.

"I think……"

puff!

The moment the opponent opened his mouth, Goethe waved his paw.

"Marshal Hai Yin is dead!"

"Marshal Hai Yin is dead!"

Such shouts rang out from Wolfe's soldiers, and everyone saw the tall black figure walking out carrying a human head. That human head was none other than Marshal Heine who had just rushed to the front line today to inspect the secret weapon.

When the head was thrown at the feet of Wolfe's soldiers, the morale of Wolfe's soldiers dropped.

When another group of soldiers fell for no reason because of Goethe's [depressed stare], the morale of Wolf's soldiers dropped again.

When a fireball rose from Goethe's wolf claws and was thrown into the ammunition depot, the night sky was filled with flames, and the Volvo soldiers collapsed completely.

"Ahhhh!"

"Demon wolf!"

"Splitting Wolf!"

The entire barracks of Wolf's Vanguard was blown up.

All Wolfe soldiers became overwhelmed.

Some are tenacious to keep fighting.

Some timid ones choose to run away.

When several officers who organized the attack were named by Goethe, Wolf's forward army was defeated.

"kill!"

Lanster and others shouted loudly and launched a charge.

The remaining garrison army of Hessetings was dispatched to chase Wolff's more than 30,000 forward troops.

After chasing for ten miles.

Wolf's vanguard threw away their helmets and armor and ran away.

The garrison of Hestings stopped the pursuit.

They began to return to Hestings to clean up the field.

Every garrison looked at the black figure on the battlefield with extreme respect.

Whether it is the militia, the reserve team, or the remnants of the White Lions, it is no exception.

Even Sirik, the advisor, bowed to salute that black figure.

"Your Excellency Marple, His Majesty hopes to see you soon."

The advisor whispered.

Goethe nodded, took over the cloak on the side, and transformed back into a human form - he didn't have the kind of big underpants that could be stretched arbitrarily, and when he really got bigger, everything in his clothes and coats became pieces.

After glancing at Lanster and others, Goethe turned and followed Sirik towards the castle.

Looking at Goethe's back, the crowd suddenly cheered——

"Won!"

"Long live Lord Marple!"

This sound came suddenly.

But then, it was like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

"Win! Win!"

"Long live Lord Marple!"

The voice spread from near to far, from outside the city to inside the city. All the citizens of Hessetings took to the streets. They stood in the dark, watched the black voice, cast respectful gazes, and gave the most sincere blessings.

Among them were commoners, nobles, and beggars.

Among them are farmers, artisans, and disabled soldiers.

Among them were painters, sculptors, and bards.

The painter picked up the brush and began to paint this moment.

The sculptor closed his eyes, his fingers trembling.

And those bards even improvised——

"The lion watches over the grassland."

"Lion sheltered Hesse."

"When Ryan is in danger, there must be a hero—"

"He was tall and strong in the moonlight."

"In the night, he manipulates thunder and fire."

"He sheltered Hestings."

"He protected our homeland."

"We deserve to sing his praises."

"We deserve to remember his name—"

"Poirot Marple!"

"He is Wolfe's Divided Wolf!"

"He is Ryan's savior!"

The bard's singing came from my ears, it wasn't pleasant, and even a little uncoordinated, but everyone sang along—the fear and depression brought about by the war were released at this moment.

Cheers and laughter.

Show up in this moment.

Then……

Weeping in a low voice.

The war took their husband, brother, father or friend.

They have reason to cry.

No one can stop it.

I don't know when it began to rain in the sky.

The painter stopped his brush, and the sculptor raised his head.

Those bards even played the harp again.

"Cry, cry, we—"

"We are saying goodbye to our loved ones."

"We are saying goodbye to our friends."

"Mourn with us at night."

"The rain sees them off."

"Our thoughts will be carried by the wind."

"Our eyes will be on the direction you are going."

"Family and friends, please go quickly and don't stay any longer."

"Dear ones, friends, please go slowly, please look back again."

"May we meet in the place of death!"

"May we protect each other!"

...

With the night wind, the singing drifted into the distance.

Goethe walked into the castle listening to such singing.

The moment the little Gratz saw Goethe, he ran over—the young king held Goethe's hand without any restraint, kissed the back of Goethe's hand, and said with the most sincere words: "Your Majesty Marple , may I call you father?"

"After the sudden death of my father, I was terrified."

"And your appearance made me feel the sense of security with my father by my side again."

"Please don't refuse the request of a young child, adoptive father!"

Saying this, the young king knelt down on one knee without waiting for Goethe to react.

"Thank you foster father for rushing back, saving Hestings, and saving the entire Ryan."

"As the king of Lane, on behalf of the entire Lane, I would like to express my gratitude to you."

"I'm still young and lacking in ability. I need a real elder to help me manage Ryan together."

"You are the most suitable candidate."

"Regent of Ryan, no one is competent except you."

The young king looked at Goethe sincerely.

There were even tears in his eyes.

At this time, Goethe suddenly understood why Graz Jr. inherited the throne of King Lane instead of Andinan—it was not a matter of whether Andinan was in a coma or not.

Rather, even if Andinan is sober.

The king's seat must also belong to the younger Graz.

Because, this young man...

Adapt to circumstances!

And, shameless!

In the opponent, Goethe really saw a shadow of himself - when he was in the "club" in his hometown, he was a little like the opponent.

Coupled with his subsequent plans, it is indeed necessary to have a proper identity.

so--

"Um."