Calamity Crown

I don't know why the 'fisherman' focused on him.

But he knows that he needs to live.

"Please order."

'Wolf' got down on one knee.

In this regard, 'Wolf' has no resistance at all.

Before he joined 'them' he bowed down to 'the anglers'.

After joining, although the title has changed, the essence remains the same.

Kneeling now?

Naturally it should be done.

"I need you to spread 'fear'."

"I need you to treat people like sheep."

"I need you to raid the sheep."

"However, there will be a 'shepherd' to fight with you, and you will not be the opponent of the 'shepherd' - you have seen the 'shepherd' before, that is Skiffins Steinbeck."

"A bright young man."

'Angler' praiser.

'Wolf' didn't understand, but nodded.

Afterwards, he couldn't help asking.

"What about you?"

In the mind of the 'wolf', the 'fisherman' should be the 'shepherd'!

The 'shepherd' can obviously get more benefits!

But why not?

'Wolf' couldn't figure it out.

"Oh, him?"

"Of course he is going to be a 'god'."

"Although the 'Shepherd' is powerful, how many places can you take care of under your constant random attacks?"

"At this time, a 'god' is naturally needed!"

"Day by day he receives the prayers of the flock."

"He accepts sacrifices from the flock every night."

"When you appear, the 'shepherd' does not appear, when despair falls, he will perform miracles, he will shelter the flock."

"If, hey, if there is something craftable in the flock -- there will be a new 'shepherd.'"

"Not much."

"Just one or two."

"It will make the sheep more convinced of his greatness."

"After all, he shelters the flock, and 'shepherds' are all created by him."

"And with that foundation, he becomes..."

"she!"

The 'lord' laughed disdainfully, and revealed what the 'fisherman' wanted to do with one word.

It's too simple.

because--

He intends to do the same.

His plan is to harvest the whole world in a similar way after he completes the real 'level' and reaches the extreme of his 'road'.

Therefore, the plan of the 'fisherman', he is really clear.

In this regard, the 'fisherman' did not refute.

And such a situation made Fabol VII frown.

Only at this time did he realize that he seemed to have stepped into a trap.

From the beginning!

He is a pawn!

When he got that 'dragon's blood', he was doomed!

And when he thought he was free from everything...

The real trap was just laid!

"The 'dragon's blood' that George VI gave me was provided by you?"

Faber VII asked.

"Well, I provided it."

"He's a pretty good kid. Although he thinks he's smart, he's really working hard to maintain Tesin's stability, and he hasn't forgotten the honor of his Mordeus bloodline."

"I just needed a little guidance and he did a great job."

'The Angler' said so.

The dragon claw of Fabol VII came to him in an instant.

'The Angler' didn't dodge.

Let the paw fall.

The claws, sharp enough to tear apart adamantine, stopped when they were one centimeter away from Modeus.

Do not!

not stop!

But...

stop!

Time, at this moment!

Stopped at Faber VII!

The 'fisherman' took out a scroll slowly and wrapped Fabol VII in it.

Almost instantly.

Fabol VII became a bloody lake.

Blood seeped into the scroll.

With pass.

Into the 'Dragon Island'.

The dry 'Dragon Island' has been nourished.

A trace of vitality began to appear.

Sensing such a change, the 'fisherman' laughed again.

"I cultivated you just for fertilizer."

"Be obedient and nourish 'Dragon Island'."

'The Angler' said, shaking the reel.

Fabol VII was completely drawn into the scroll, just like a wrapped mummy, his flesh and blood were sucked in, and the powerful vitality of the 'Dragonborn' allowed him to instantly replenish his flesh and blood.

Suction and replenishment.

It's like an alternative perpetual motion machine.

And the strength of the 'fisherman' has been filled up again.

His power is stronger.

But this does not prevent the 'lord' from revolting.

Another charge.

This time behind the 'lord', one after another phantoms appeared. They were either wearing ancient armors, riding war horses, holding high colorful swallowtail flags, or wearing top hats and holding revolvers.

Hundreds and thousands.

Thousands.

Woo!

The horn sounded continuously.

The road to charge is indomitable.

The moment when these tens of thousands of phantoms merged into the body of the 'Lord'.

Not to mention the instant recovery of the scarred body of the 'Lord', a trace of strange brilliance still appeared on his body.

At this time, the 'lord' has already shaken the shackles of the title legend.

He is about to enter another realm.

The realm he has been pursuing.

Faced with such a change, the 'lord' had a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he never expected that he would break through under the pressure of the 'fisherman', then...

"Now it's my home field!"

"I will be invincible!"

"I am the real king!"

Roaring, the 'Lord' punched down.

The moment the fist was swung, ripples rippled out one after another.

The whole Sac fell silent.

Then the earth and houses were lifted up.

The night wind and the sky were torn apart.

No punches.

The capital of Fabol, Sark has been destroyed.

The entire Sak people suffered a catastrophe in an instant.

They didn't know how they died.

Their dead souls are all muddled.

All they know is to obey the 'lord'.

Immediately, the 'lord' was stronger.

Facing such a lord, the 'fisherman' nodded slightly.

"good."

'The Angler' said, and finally moved his hands.

A handful of silt lakes fell on the face of the 'Lord'.

then……

The 'Lord' returned to his previous scarred state, and the entire Sac also changed back.

Destruction, does not exist.

Death, also does not exist.