Calamity Crown

When the dwarf heard the voice behind him, he didn't care about Wharton George at all, and ran away.

The already short body shrank to the size of a mouse in an instant, and it went straight to the corner of the wall.

But the next moment, he was caught by the 'Spirit of the Blood Raven'.

"Squeak!"

"Let me go!"

"Goethe Winchester!"

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"Master Maji will not let you go!"

The other party struggled and yelled at the back.

At the door of the cell, Goethe and Ann stood side by side.

An looked at the mouse bound in the air by an invisible force in amazement—the mouse was not worthy of An's amazement, but a mouse with a human face was enough to amaze An.

What's more, he was bound in mid-air by an invisible force.

Goethe looked indifferent.

Long ago, he used the 'Spirit of the Blood Raven' to monitor every move here.

Not only is he clear about the mouse-faced man.

And I also know a thing or two about the people behind the mouse-faced man.

After all, the other party was in the southern suburbs of Star City, and Goethe also got the specific address from An's mouth—the invisible 'Spirit of the Blood Crow' became more useful after upgrading its level.

Therefore, Goethe simply dismissed the mouse-masked man's yelling.

Follow his thoughts.

The rat-masked man was torn to pieces by the 'Blood Crow Spirit'.

"Ahem, cough, thank you, thank you."

Wharton George coughed and thanked Goethe with grateful eyes.

Just now, when he threatened the mouse-faced man, he chose this 'folklore researcher', but he never thought that Goethe would actually appear to save him.

"You're welcome."

Goethe nodded with a smile on his face, then turned his head to look at Ann, and said at a faster speed: "Let Xiusta take care of Wharton George. Let's go to No. 220 in the southern suburbs."

South Suburb No. 220, where Wharton George temporarily rented.

Goethe didn't care about that.

What he cared about was borrowing the dagger he saw with the vision of the 'Spirit of the Blood Raven'.

On it, he felt the breath of [Bloody Honor].

Good luck!

Goethe kept smiling.

He found that his luck in this 'folklore' secret realm has always been good.

【Bloody Honor】It's not hard to find here.

Always in front of him at the right time.

Moreover, divination also plays a certain role.

"Is it because the 'secret world' in front of you is conducive to mysterious behaviors such as divination?"

Goethe guessed in his heart.

Divination is complex and unreliable.

In the "Anchor World" and other "secret world" attempts, Goethe has already been informed of this truth-it has nothing to do with the "mysterious concentration", the previous two secret worlds of "Hessettines" and "Doomsday Wasteland" The concentration of mystery is not much better than here, and the latter is even lower, which is close to the so-called 'no mystery', but divination is still timeless.

But the world of the 'folklore' secret realm in front of me is different.

Here, divination seems to be blessed and can become quite clever.

But it also seems to be influenced by something like a cycle.

"Maybe it's time to find a more suitable divination tool."

Goethe thought again.

But then he had more ideas.

"Since the 'folklore' secret world is very inclined to divination, are there any people on the mysterious side who are good at divination? And these people who are good at divination must have divination tools in their hands."

"It's really cumbersome to go shopping."

"It's better..."

"Go and borrow ready-made."

I made plans in my heart.

Sitting on the back seat of Ann's motorcycle, Goethe quickly arrived at No. 220 in the southern suburbs.

When he was just approaching the southern suburbs, Goethe felt peeping.

Crushed.

Full of malicious peeps.

yes……

mouse!

"Not only can you change the mouse, but can you also control the mouse?"

Goethe was a little surprised.

This was the first time he had encountered a character like a 'beast tamer'.

This made him even more interested.

You know, he can use the [Ominous Call] to control the crow, if he can understand by analogy, that would be great.

squeak!

Amidst the friction sound of the tires and the ground, the motorcycle stopped.

Goethe and hits around.

From the outside, Nanjiao No. 220 is no different from the surrounding buildings.

Moreover, the degree of repair is better, and the environment is more elegant.

At least, if it was a normal person to choose, he would definitely choose this place instead of others—especially the flower beds in the courtyard, which are even more points.

But Goethe and Ann would never choose this place.

With superhuman perception, Goethe smelled the smell of human bones and rotting flesh in the flower bed.

And Ann?

It is the intuition of the battlefield.

The intuition trained between life and death told An that this place was full of dangers.

"Be careful."

Ann pulled out a shotgun from the dark bag on one side of the motorcycle, and pulled out a chain and several grenades from the other side. The policewoman signaled Goethe to be careful while calling for reinforcements.

However, the walkie-talkie, which was still working normally before, went on strike at this time.

Not just walkie-talkies.

The same goes for cell phones.

"Blocked!"

Ann reminded Goethe, her face was solemn.

The gun has unconsciously aimed at No. 220 in the southern suburbs.

Goethe's expression remained the same.

In the field of vision of the 'Spirit of the Blood Raven', he stared at the so-called Markey - the other party did not set up something like a shield around the house, but some kind of secret technique interfered with signals such as electromagnetic waves .

However, it was the dancing ecstasy of the other party that caught Goethe's attention.

"Fate's favor!"

"I, Maggie, will completely become the king of the new era!"

"And all of you bastards who laugh at me will be fed to mice by me!"

In the basement, under Goethe's gaze, Markey screamed wildly.

This made Goethe frown slightly.

It's not the arrogant attitude of the other party.

But it was not a trap in front of him!

When An found him and said that there was a "case" that was beyond the scope of ordinary people's cognition, the first thing Goethe thought of was the trap.

He has a good relationship with Ann.

This point can be known with a little investigation.

Therefore, it is not surprising to use An to set up traps.

Therefore, at the beginning Goethe prepared to step into a trap.

but……

It seems that he is thinking too much.

Looking at Machi in the basement, who was so excited that his expression was distorted, Goethe confirmed that the other party was not acting.

But Goethe did not let his guard down.

On the contrary, he also raised his vigilance.

Not only for Markey, but also for those extraordinary people.

After going through the previous incidents, the so-called "Black Sa" should be well known in his hands, but no one took action, which can only explain one point: these guys are planning to make a fatal blow.

Of course, it is not ruled out, and I will try again.

Example: Mackey.

In the field of vision of the 'Spirit of the Blood Raven', the opponent's mouth kept squeaking.

mouse!

Hundreds of rats began to gather from all directions.

On the ground, underground.

Others jumped out of the roof.

In an instant, Goethe's ears continued to squeak.

And with the opening of the door of No. 220 in the southern suburbs, more rats rushed out like a wave.

"welcome!"

"I've been waiting here for a long time!"

Markey spread his hands, looking very happy.

The other party looked like an old man, his body was already hunched, and his clothes were fairly neat, but they were full of a pungent smell of rat feces, especially the thin palms of the other party's exposed from under the sleeve robe.

It also looks similar to a mouse paw.

The thin claws twisted slightly, and the surrounding mice immediately squeaked and rushed towards Goethe and An.

bang bang bang!

Ann fired several shots.

Not on the rats, but on Maki who manipulates the rats.

But it didn't work.

The invisible force field shield blocks the progress of the bullets.

"Ma'am, please be quiet."

"Otherwise, you will become a perfect skeleton statue—I will sell it to those who like to collect."

"As for you?"

"Goethe Winchester, please hand over 'Heisa'."

Mackey smiled.

He thought he had the chance to win.

Although the death of his subordinate was an accident, it attracted Goethe.

This accident immediately turned into a surprise.

He never thought it would be so easy to get 'Heisa'.

After all, his ability is too special.

Only here can it exert its greatest power, once it leaves here, there will be no one in ten.

Therefore, he is greedy for 'Heisa'.

However, he maintained restraint.

It's just that such restraint disappeared completely the moment he saw Goethe.

He only wants 'Heisa' now!

After obtaining the 'Heisa', he will have endless power, and he will not be weakened if he stays away from here - he firmly believes in this. After all, Goethe, an ordinary person, can borrow the power of 'Heisa', he Such a true transcendent, why can't he?

The other party said and waved his hand.

The approaching mice began to bark their teeth.

The sharp teeth and sharp claws make people feel uncomfortable.

Especially when those thousands of tiny eyes are staring at you, it will be even more creepy.

Goethe looked at it but smiled.

His eyes responded to these small eyes.

An took out a grenade.

"Oh, ignorant woman."

Mackey sneered.

Just when he was about to give the order to kill Ann first, a sharp pain suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then spread to his mind. Before Markey recovered, he heard a roar.

Roar!

It's a dragon!

That's right, it's a dragon!

There have been no dragons in the world since the end of the 'Boer War'.

However, upon hearing this roar, Ma Ji knew instinctively that this was a dragon.

Not those subspecies.

It's a real dragon.

"dragon……"

boom!

bang bang bang!

Ma Ji murmured in a low voice, and there was a continuous sound of flesh and blood bursting around him.

It's his mouse.

The heads of his carefully bred rats exploded one by one.

Flesh flew everywhere.

The screams continued.

Before Maji could react, the mice around him were all dead and injured, and Machi stood there in a daze.

It's over!

It's all over!

All his hard work over the past 15 years was in vain.

However, at this time, Markey couldn't care less.

Goethe Winchester's strength was beyond his imagination.

Or……

The power of 'Heisa' was beyond his imagination.

greedy!

Burning greed spread in his heart!

Wait!

'Heisa' must be mine!

I will definitely get the 'Black Sa'!

"Despicable Winchester, just wait for me, I will definitely..."

call!

The scorching cone-shaped flames spurted out from Goethe's palm, directly engulfing Machi who was still shouting—at this moment, Goethe could already be sure that the other party was the one who was pushed out to test his true strength.

"Investigate why Wharton George came here to rent."

Goethe walked into No. 220 Nanjiao quickly after speaking such words.

Ann took action immediately.

The area affected by the secret technique is only a nearby area. As long as you leave, the mobile phone and walkie-talkie will immediately return to normal.

Just when An quickly sent a text message, Goethe had already picked up the dagger that was stained with [Bloody Honor].

Or a knife.

Unlike the double-sided opening of the dagger, this small knife is single-sided opening. The handle is made of oak, not very fine, but sharp enough.

[A well-maintained dagger: This was once a gift from a young hunter as an adult. He and his father lived in a remote mountainous area, and they still maintained the habit of a hundred years ago. Until a sudden earthquake, the young hunter found a laboratory with a pure heart. He didn't think much about it, he just took some of the things that seemed useful to make ends meet for his family, but the things that spread out were noticed by Maggie. He came after the traces, killed the hunters and his son, occupied the laboratory, And firmly believed that he was favored by fate, and that he deserved more, so he chose to come to Star City, accumulated strength little by little, and took advantage of the opportunity to kill the tenant with the surname of George—Markey's stubborn I believe that George was the culprit for the failure of the Boer War]

[Get bloody honor x2]

...

"The descendants of the 'Mad King' chose an ordinary life, but it is still difficult to avoid bad luck?"

"It's kind of a curse."

"What did the 'mad king' do to the witch?"

Looking at those words, Goethe couldn't help thinking.

'Mad King' is very unreliable.

At least in the 'Secret Realm World', most of the time, they choose to let themselves go.

However, being a descendant of the 'Mad King' is even worse.

Whether you work hard or idle, you will encounter misfortune.

Even living a simple life is the same.

If these descendants of the 'mad king' knew what would happen to them, they must be quite desperate.

With such an exclamation, Goethe began to search for No. 220 in the southern suburbs.

Soon, a note caught his attention.

After checking, Goethe opened the notes.

Familiar words and recording methods.

It is the 'Oak Sect'.

Or 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice'.

However, unlike the 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice.Wolf', 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice.Vine', and 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice.Flame' he got before, this book does not have a special faction, but is similar to breeding manual.

By adjusting the feed, the relationship with the feeding animals is shortened.

So as to finally achieve the purpose of dominating animals.

The less intelligent an animal is, the easier it is to be dominated, especially the offspring of a dominated animal will be more obedient.

"No wonder the mouse was chosen."

Goethe was taken aback.

Afterwards, he gave a pertinent comment on the notes in his hand——

Useful or useless.

The breeding process is too long.

And he really didn't have time.

But as a trophy, it's not bad.

Goethe liked this kind of intellectual stuff.

But now he didn't have time to read it, so he closed the notebook and put it in his schoolbag.

Then, he looked outside No. 220 in the southern suburbs.

Ann has returned.

However, at this moment, An's face was puzzled, and his eyes were still full of doubts.

As for the source of doubt?

Naturally, it was the black suits behind the policewoman.

These people were tall and burly people wearing sunglasses, with stiff faces, walking with a straight line, and the distance of each step was the same. They looked like robots. When one of them approached No. 220 in the southern suburbs, he waved his hand directly.

"Block the scene."

Saying such words, the other party went straight to Goethe.

"Mr Goethe Winchester?"

The other party called him Mr. and still maintained his respect.

But Goethe could tell that the other party was not used to doing this.

The other party should be the kind of person who habitually obeys orders, not the person who comes to greet him.

Coupled with the stern action just now, Goethe would have thought he had encountered a soldier if he didn't have that 'blood and fire' aura on his body.

After a long training.

But isn't there any 'recruit' in real combat?

Goethe guessed, then nodded.

"it's me."

"Hi, Mr. Winchester, I'm Cole from the 'Anomalous Affairs Investigation Bureau'-we belong to the 'Western FBI', which was established half a year ago, and is an organization you may not have heard of."

"But we have the same law enforcement authority as the 'Western FBI' detectives."

The other party remained polite and respectful, and introduced his background.

Goethe looked at Ann.

Ann nodded, indicating that Cole was not lying.

"Are you looking for me?"

Goethe asked the other party why he came.

"It's our chief who wants to see you—he has something he wants to ask you, and he asked me to make an appointment with you at a time you think is suitable, and he will visit you in person."

Cole became more polite.

This man, who looked to be around thirty years old but started to go bald, was sweating on his forehead at this moment.

He's really not very good at this kind of flattering conversation.

He is more used to drawing a gun to solve problems.

Crisp and neat.

But he had to obey the director's order.

For this reason, when he came, he recited his speech several times.

But even so, he still kind of forgot.

As a last resort, Cole glanced down at the palm of his hand—here, he recorded what he said afterwards.

He only needs to look at it to recall what to say next.

He is very confident in his memory.

But what Cole didn't expect was that he was too nervous, his palms were full of sweat, and the words written with the pen had already blurred.

"Then, then..."

Cole couldn't help stuttering.

He didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, at this time, his phone rang.

Cole heaved a sigh of relief, and cast an apologetic look at Goethe.

"I'm going to answer the phone."

As he said that, the member of the "Abnormal Affairs Investigation Bureau" ran aside as if he had received an amnesty, but the other party who had just picked up the phone let out an uncontrollable exclamation——

"What? The director is dead?"

"The murderer is Goethe Winchester?!"