Calamity Crown

under the full moon.

The beast's blood boiled.

Goethe had never felt the real power of [Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Calamity of Wolves] during the full moon. Even if it was incomplete, alienation was enough to make up for it.

Whoosh!

Goethe opened his mouth full of fangs, and let out a mouthful of hot air.

He raised his claws, and gently slid across the brick wall beside him, leaving huge, hideous claw marks immediately.

The solid brick wall is like tofu.

It was torn apart without a sound.

And Goethe also disappeared.

Under normal conditions, the werewolf transformed by [Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Calamity of Wolves] has the characteristic of [Silence].

And under the blessing of [Yuehua], this characteristic +2.

But, that's not the point.

The point is, under the blessing of [Moonlight], the werewolf transformed from [Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Calamity of the Wolf] has claws and teeth that can resist the fur of the 'Mie' level and the attacks of the 'Mie' level. Leap reached the 'dragon' level!

'Dragon' level!

Goethe finally saw the power above the 'absolute' level.

And now, he is also trying this power——

"Um?"

"Wolf?"

The 'bartender' frowned slightly.

It's not that one of the members of "they" has never seen a similar werewolf transformation. On the contrary, to a certain extent, he is quite familiar with this werewolf transformation.

Because there is a 'wolf' among 'them'.

only……

The werewolf transformed by Goethe in front of him seems to be more terrifying than the 'wolf'.

However, the 'bartender' did not flinch.

He has confidence in himself.

Also have faith in 'them'.

You must know that he is not alone in Fabol's capital 'Sak' at this moment.

Those guys are there too.

Moreover, they all owe him favors.

Without hesitation.

The 'bartender' sent out a distress signal.

He believed that as long as he persisted for more than ten seconds, those guys would come.

Will!

Because, they all wished to return his favor and complete the 'contract'.

so--

"It's always just reckless to fight alone."

The 'bartender' sighed.

A glass of wine appeared in his hand, and the moonlight in the sky became brighter and brighter, so bright that it was dazzling, and white flames appeared within the range of the moonlight.

The house, the ground, and the furniture are all wrapped in it.

But it didn't burn.

Instead, those fainted people were directly turned into fly ash.

Just for an instant.

After turning into a wolf, Goethe, who appeared behind the 'bartender', was also wrapped in white flames.

"Ah."

"The fire of Moonlight has a fatal effect on living beings."

The 'bartender' laughed.

Once again he felt sure of himself.

So much so that when his body was torn apart by Goethe's claws, the smile remained on his face.

puff!

Blood sprayed.

Visceral flow.

The 'bartender' who was split in two widened his eyes in disbelief.

Almost instinctively, the 'bartender' looked for the healing wine, but the chaos brought about by [Wolf Wolf's Poison] made him flustered.

Goethe's 【Luck】 flashed again.

The 'bartender' made a mistake in his busy schedule——

Gudong, Gudong!

"Oops, I drank wrong!"

When the wine entered his throat, the 'bartender' exclaimed.

But it's too late.

The ensuing reaction mixed with the toxin paralyzed the body and brain of the 'bartender', allowing Goethe to easily remove the other's head.

Holding the opponent's head, the wolf-formed Goethe opened his mouth full of fangs——

"You know nothing about power!"

After finishing speaking, Goethe jumped to the door of the tavern.

Coincidentally, Skiffins Steinbeck pushed the door out.

The two looked at each other.

With a tacit understanding, he chose to retreat.

And less than ten seconds after the two left, the 'gentleman' appeared here.

He looked at the body of the 'bartender' on the ground, frowning.

impossible!

This is impossible!

It only took twenty seconds from the time the 'bartender' gave the signal to when he arrived here.

Kill the 'bartender' within twenty seconds?

Absolutely impossible!

In this world, there can be no such person!

The 'gentleman' inspected the scene, and when he saw the claw marks and the wound of the 'bartender', the 'gentleman' frowned.

"Wolf?"

'Gentleman' said to himself.

His ally at the moment emerged from the bottom of his heart: wolf!

In his cognition, only the other party has such abilities and opportunities.

become a wolf.

Create an accident and sneak attack on the 'bartender'.

One thought after another appeared in the heart of the 'gentleman'.

Then, the 'gentleman' began to erase the traces.

Not just because 'Wolf' is now his ally.

Also because he sensed a chance.

Thinking of this, the corners of the 'gentleman''s mouth turned up unconsciously.

He looked into the distance!

There, the battle belonging to the 'lumberjack', 'pharmacist', 'farmer', 'hunter' and Fabol VII is still going on, and it is getting more and more intense.

"What a bad-tempered king."

"Never mind that this is your country."

"but……"

"fair enough."

Speaking of this, the 'gentleman' took out one bomb after another from his arms.

Traces were erased.

But not thorough enough.

Is there anything better than a bomb to erase traces?

Naturally a bunch of bombs.

boom!

Boom boom boom!

Half the street where the 'bartender' was located was bombed to the sky.

In normal times, this place would definitely attract the attention of the entire Sac, but now?

But no one pays attention here.

People were all attracted by the golden-red dragon breathing dragon's breath in the sky.

The golden-red flames sprayed down from the sky in a cone-shaped manner, like surging waves, trying to drown everything.

However, a big tree rose from the ground.

This big tree not only blocked the flames, but also hung many vines on the 50-meter-high tree. These vines were like snakes, whipping and entwining towards the giant dragon in mid-air.

A man who looked like an old farmer stood under the tree, watering and fertilizing constantly.

Beside him, a middle-aged man with round glasses took out potions one after another, and poured them on the big tree, making the tree immune to the damage of the flames.

The burly man carrying a huge ax stood aside.

His eyes were fixed on the dragon's neck, ready for a fatal blow.

In the shadows, a man who couldn't see his face didn't pay attention to the dragon, but stared at the chaotic crowd.

There, there is a guy who attracted the dragon.

Roar!

One hit didn't work.

Fabol VII became more and more annoyed.

He raised his body, dodged the attack of the vines, and sprayed out another dragon's breath.

This time!

is continuous!

It is uninterrupted!

hot!

The scorching heat that kept superimposing and rising caused the big tree to wither, even if the farmer-like man kept watering and fertilizing, he frowned.

"Why is Fabol VII so strong?"

He muttered under his breath.

This did not match the news he had received.

It is true that Fabol VII should be a 'legend'.

but now?

Don't say this strength is legendary.

Title legends are endless.

"Heh, interesting experimental material."

The 'pharmacist' commented, he chuckled, and took out another medicine from his sleeve.

It is different from the previous 'leftover material'.

This one is official.

The purple liquid poured down.

Click, click!

A subtle sound appeared on the big tree.

This big tree is rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only did I get taller, but I also...

Alive!

Eyes, nose, and mouth appeared on this big tree.

Those vines gathered together to form a thick javelin.

Woo!

Javelins fired.

The golden-red dragon dodges violently.

Then came boulders one by one—the activated tree raised its hand and grabbed three or five houses on the ground and threw them directly at the dragon.

And, one after another.

The house is gone, it's just dirt.

The soft soil fell into the hands of the tree man and turned into a boulder.

What annoyed Fabol VII even more was that after the flying javelin landed on the ground, it actually formed small trees, although they were only four or five meters tall.

However, there are many thieves.

At a glance, there are actually hundreds of them.

However, there is still some incongruity.

"Don't use me as an experiment!"

The 'farmer' growled at the 'pharmacist' with anger in his eyes - he could feel that a small part of his power was 'stolen'.

Although it was restored immediately.

But it's not a good feeling.

"Ah."

The 'pharmacist' smiled without saying a word.

But he didn't make any more excessive moves.

What he wanted, he got.

And at this time, the 'lumberjack' who had been accumulating strength for a long time was ready to make a move.

call!

He took a deep breath.

The ax was raised high.

But at this moment——

"'The bartender' is dead."

"It was the hands of the 'wolf'."

"'Gentleman' covered it for him."

The serious voice is a male voice.

The 'lumberjack', 'pharmacist', 'farmer', and 'hunter' present were all taken aback.

They could hear that the voice was 'Lord'.

And the 'lord' is not a person who likes to joke.

Not to mention lying.

Almost instantly.

The 'lumberjack', 'pharmacist', 'farmer', and 'hunter' gave up their fight with Fabol VII.

Immediately, the big tree that had displayed its might just a moment ago was scorched.

Those little tree people withered even more.

The big tree brought countless sparks.

When these sparks fall, they are fireballs one by one.

Woo hoo!

Boom boom boom!

It hit the ground like a grenade explosion.

Everyone avoids it.

Everyone panicked.

Frightened, flustered, mixed with screams.

People fled frantically under the 'flame meteor shower' like headless chickens.

No one will laugh at them.

Because, they are lucky.

Unfortunately, it has long been affected and turned into fly ash.

George VI blended in with the crowd and ran like a dog.

He wanted to return to the agreed place, but he couldn't - behind him, a faint sight stared at him all the time.

Be one of 'them'!

Who exactly?

George VI did not know.

But he knew that if he ran back to the agreed place with the eyes of others and was discovered by Goethe and Skiffins Steinbeck, these two ruthless guys would definitely kill him.

But if you just go around in circles like this among the crowd, you will die sooner or later.

what to do?

what to do?

King George VI's brain was spinning crazily, but there was absolutely no good way to do it, and at this moment, an exclamation sounded from one of the 'them'.

George VI couldn't quite hear what the exclamation was shouting.

He just felt the gaze, and it disappeared immediately.

George VI seized the opportunity and started running for his life.

Made several circles in a row.

After confirming that it really disappeared.

George VI went straight to the assembly point.

It is underground in a dense forest on the outskirts of Sark.

It was transformed into a secret base by Skiffins Steinbeck.

There are not only living material reserves, but also medical reserves.

Similar to the 'shelter' originally established by George VI, but even more secluded.

When George VI walked in here, he went through four procedures.

There are secret words.

There are also organs.

Anti-divination secret arrays are also arranged layer by layer.

Especially in the last place, there is a construct as a supervisor, and only those with the correct key can enter.

The bonfire dissipated the cold underground.

The warm tea made the exhausted King George VI feel a bit of comfort, but this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is - potion!

A potion that can more thoroughly cure his current state.

"Give it to you!"

According to the contract, Skiffins Steinbeck gave George VI a potion, but when George VI was about to drink it, the heir of the Steinbeck family spoke again.

"etc."

"I have a nice proposal—you can listen to it."

"As for the choice?"

"Look at you."

"Goethe and I accidentally killed the 'bartender' just now, and this accident is extremely beneficial to us... We can almost cause 'them' even more trouble without bloodshed."

"And this requires your sacrifice."

Skiffins Steinbeck spoke in a negotiating tone.

At the same time, in the hands of Skiffins Steinbeck, a potion that was very similar to but different from the potion in the hands of King George VI appeared again.

"This potion is not good for your current state, far worse than the one in your hand."

"However, this potion can completely recover the reincarnated person - better than the one in your hand, and the one in your hand also has a slight side effect."

"Although it's tiny, it's enough to make you unable to step into the level of titled legend."

When Skiffins Steinbeck said these words, he kept smiling.

But George VI trembled all over his body.

Looking at the smiling Skiffins Steinbeck, he felt like he was looking at a devil.

"You want me to die again?"

George VI asked tentatively.

"No, no no."

"Not death."

"It's a plan!"

Skiffins Steinbeck emphasized.

King George VI opened his mouth, and immediately looked at Goethe pitifully.

He hoped that Goethe could speak a word of justice.

He doesn't want to die anymore.

If you die again, one is not good, and you are really dead.

"I approve of Steinbeck's plan."

Goethe's words directly sent George VI to hell.

"I, I... I agree."

George VI wanted to reiterate something, but in the end he could only nod.

What can I do if I disagree?

Get killed by the two guys in front of you?

Rather than that, it is better to agree directly.

"However, I have a condition. At least the person I need to be resurrected must be a legend, and must have potential, and you promise that you will not harm me, and will not do anything."

George VI put forward conditions.

Goethe and Goethe immediately agreed.

Before George VI returned, the two discussed it.

As long as George VI is willing to die, he will agree to any conditions that are not excessive.

After George VI himself agreed, Skiffins Steinbeck acted immediately.

He arranges everything.

And informed the key points of George VI.

Goethe, on the other hand, is playing with a ring.

According to the contract, this is what he got—the interspatial ring that stores half of the property of the Steinbeck family.

He just checked it out.

Almost blinded.

He is very satisfied with this.

Compared to this money, [Eye of Fairness and Truth] is insignificant to him.

after all……

His secret, under 'fairness', really cannot be revealed.

After half an hour, everything was settled.

Seeing Goethe and Skiffins Steinbeck disappear, King George VI took a deep breath and swallowed a note.

Then, when he sensed that the toxins in his body began to expand rapidly, the former king looked at the anti-divination arcades covering the entire space, chuckled, and ignited the fuse in his hand.

boom!

Boom boom boom!

The secret technique array was blown up.

The entire dense forest is also turned upside down.

The flames soaring into the sky are extremely bright at night, attracting people who should be attracted.

A few minutes later--

'They' appeared.