Calamity Crown

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, 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 a piece of 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.

However, this is enough.

"Hey ha ha ha."

Filled with maniacal laughter, Goethe stood on the motorcycle. He 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 100000 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 do you mean?"

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

"Are you a dummy?"

"Of course for 'it'!"

Goethe raised his finger and pointed to the 'Fortress of Doom' which looked like a mountain range.

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

"Don't tell me you want to use this corpse to 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 'Doomsday Fortress'—I think I'm a good fit!"

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 marauders with the 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 'Fortress of Doom'. When the gate of the 'Fortress of Doom' 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 digestion, 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.

"What are you kidding?"

"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 guys still have to wait here until the 'Fortress of Doom' 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?

Is the 'doomsday fortress'.

After packing 100000 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 much 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!"