Calamity Crown

"When I saw those corpses, I should have thought of it!"

"Damn!"

"Why do I use 'Tracking Wind', it makes me indifferent!"

Morey growled.

However, Goethe returned to the ruins, picked up Kyle and ran back to the carriage, threw the young man into the carriage, closed the carriage door, and sat directly in the driver's seat.

'Gate of Flesh'!

'Lord of flesh and blood'!

No matter which one, it is obviously not something he can solve.

Especially the latter's 'advent', since the sacrifice of life is required, then Lust must be filled with the 'predator squad' of the 'Church of Flesh'.

Moreover, the number is certainly not a minority.

Now, although he has reached an extraordinary level in [unarmed combat], Goethe still has no confidence in facing a large number of 'predator squads'.

and so……

run!

"Wait for me!"

Sheila was very fast, and when Goethe just sat down, she jumped to the side of Goethe and sat down next to Goethe.

"drive!"

Goethe flicked the reins.

The carriage started immediately and ran towards the outside of Luster.

……

"My, Goethe's, mine, Goethe's, I..."

Boom, boom, boom!

A knock on the door interrupted Swart, who was in the office taking stock of recent harvests.

Pulling open the drawer, sliding all the gold tickets in, and closing the drawer, Swart sat up straight.

"Who?"

"It's me, Sheriff!"

"Your Excellency Goethe asked me to inform you to lead a support team!"

Outside the door, the voice of his subordinates came.

"understood!"

"You call a team to gather and bring your weapons!"

As Swart spoke, he stood up a little excitedly.

There will be additional income again!

Even if it is half and half with Goethe, it is much better than his daily income!

Thinking of this, the sheriff couldn't wait to get dressed and ready to go.

Then, he felt a 'light' in the office, and it was scarlet.

Subconsciously, Swart looked out the window.

"I'm XXX!"

"What the hell is that?!"

The sheriff caught a glimpse of the rising 'Gate of Flesh' and jumped up in fright.

Swart swore he hadn't seen anything like this in the 30 years he'd been alive.

Even Goethe's adventures these days are not as scary as this thing in front of him!

The countless piles of flesh and bones, and the wails of the undead sounded in his ears from time to time, which already made Swart feel a little wet underneath.

Instinctive trembling!

Instinctive fear!

Then, instinctively thought——

"Isn't this thing related to Goethe?"

Thinking about it, Swart's face instantly became ugly.

Although he didn't know what this thing was, his survival instinct told the sheriff that if he wanted to survive, he must stay away from this thing... No, he should run away from Lust.

but……

What about Goethe?

"Goethe is better than me!"

"He's so smart and powerful!"

"It's useless even if I bring someone to support something like this!"

Swart persuaded himself in this way.

However, just as he rushed out of the gate of the police station, the sheriff stopped abruptly.

Swarte hesitated, finally gritted his teeth, turned and ran to the director's office.

At the police station, there was only one telegraph machine.

In the chief's office.

He wants to inform the higher-ups in charge of the extraordinary what happened here.

As for why?

At this time, Swart didn't know why.

Maybe it's because he thinks that doing this will help Goethe and make him feel better?

It may also be that I feel that by doing this, I can help myself gain more vitality?

or……

Is it just a simple brain twitch?

Anyway, Swart did just that.

Then, when the sheriff came out again, he began to regret it.

There was no one in the police station, and the carriage at the door was nowhere to be seen.

Obviously, everyone is not a fool. Faced with such a terrifying thing, they all chose the biological instinct: to escape as soon as possible, and try to make themselves run faster.

"Bastard!"

"Why are you running so fast?!"

The sheriff cursed loudly.

Then, he ran to the outside of Luster on foot.

However, less than 200 meters away, the sheriff stopped panting.

Not just tired.

Also because a person appeared in front of him.

Owner of the Pine Nut Inn: Skiffins.

With the convenience of being a sheriff, Swarte recognized the other party.

"Hello, Sir Skiffins."

Swart moved sideways while greeting.

However, the sheriff only moved one step, and the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel followed suit, continuing to stand in front of the sheriff.

Suddenly, the sheriff showed bitterness.

He couldn't help thinking of what Goethe had said.

"This thing that looks like a 'door', couldn't it be made by the guy in front of me?"

Swart guessed.

"I didn't make it."

The owner of the Pine Nut Hotel said directly, which frightened Swart.

Is this mind reading? !

Swart's forehead started to sweat

"Don't worry, I can't read minds."

"It's just that your eyes are too obvious."

"I heard that you are a friend of Goethe?"

The owner of the Pine Nut Hotel continued to ask.

Swart immediately waved his hand.

"No, no no!"

"You misunderstood!"

"I just have to cooperate with Goethe because of my position!"

"We don't know each other at all!"

The sheriff made repeated statements.

"Oh?"

"You are not Goethe's friend?"

"I've met him, and he's a nice guy."

The owner of the Pine Nut Hotel sighed regretfully, and then saw Swart nodding repeatedly.

"Yeah, he is a pretty good person, and he is also my close relative and friend. Although we haven't been together for a long time, our relationship is already a life-and-death friend!"

The sheriff puffed out his chest as he spoke.

"is it?"

"That's fine."

"I need you to do me a favor."

The owner of the Pine Nut Hotel showed a smile.

Seeing this smile, Swarte always felt something was wrong.

The sheriff immediately changed his words again.

"Actually, I'm not that familiar anymore. It's just a normal relationship. At most, it's just a nod when we meet. Apart from these, it's just..."

Unfortunately, before the sheriff could finish speaking, he was knocked out by the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel.

The owner of the Pine Nut Hotel carried Swart and disappeared in a flash.

At this time, Goethe was about to leave the urban area of ​​Luster driving the carriage.

However, Goethe's face became extremely ugly.

On the road leaving the urban area and leading to the suburbs, there are piles of flesh and blood.

It's the kind of flesh and blood that seems to be stuffed with dumplings.

Mixed with cloth, wood chips, metal and so on.

But more importantly, the city side is full of flesh and blood, but the suburban side is clean.

It was as if an invisible wall separated the two.