Calamity Crown

"Legends are qualified to stand in this world to a certain extent—it is the beginning in the true sense, and the power I show you is 'above legends' and 'roads'!"

"It's real power!"

Seeing Goethe's weird expression, the 'bartender' thought it was Goethe's surprise.

Immediately, the 'bartender' explained.

After speaking, the other party looked at Goethe sincerely.

"How about it?"

"I can be your teacher and teach you such power!"

"As long as you choose to cooperate with me!"

Words to the point.

Very sincere.

Even, in order to make Goethe feel more real, the opponent's momentum changed, and everyone around him fainted, but Goethe didn't feel sincerity, but felt greater malice.

The 'path' has no teacher to teach.

This is the enlightenment he obtained after mastering the 'road'.

This understanding does not lie.

The 'bartender' was lying.

Goethe didn't stand up, stood up, he took off his coat, and put his wallet and other important items aside.

His hair is beginning to grow thick.

His nails started to grow longer.

Werewolf!

Or to be more precise: [Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Calamity of Wolves]!

One of Goethe's strongest cards at a full moon.

And at this moment, it happens to be...

Full moon!

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under the full moon.

The beast's blood boiled.

Goethe had never felt the true 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' class!

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

And now, he is also trying this power——

"Ok?"

"Wolf?"

The 'bartender' frowned slightly.

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

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

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 know, he is not alone in Fabol's capital 'Sak' at the moment.

Those guys are there too.

Moreover, they all owe him favors.

No hesitation.

The 'bartender' sends out a distress call.

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'.

and 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 a moment.

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' was looking for the healing wine, but the chaos brought about by [Lack of Wolf's Poison] made him flustered.

Goethe's 【Luck】 flashed again.

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

Gu Dong, Gu Dong!

"Oops, I drank wrong!"

The 'bartender' exclaimed as the liquor entered his throat.

But it's too late.

The ensuing reaction mixed with 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 was only 20 seconds from the time the 'bartender' gave the signal to when he arrived here.

Kill the 'bartender' in 20 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 attack the 'bartender'.

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

Then, the 'gentleman' started 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!

The battles belonging to 'lumberjack', 'pharmacist', 'farmer', 'hunter' and Fabol VII are still going on there, and are 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.