Calamity Crown

Instead, he looked at the lady beside him.

"Didn't Professor Irene say that Orientals are reserved?"

"It's the first time I've seen such restraint."

"Or is your information wrong?"

The object of the young man's questioning was a red-haired woman.

The woman who was as tall as a man and had an extremely tough face frowned.

"You have been pretending to be among the sheep for too long, you are already sheep, and you don't understand the horror of a lion at all."

The woman said coldly.

"lion?"

"A sleeping lion?"

"Ah."

The well-dressed man and the middle-aged bald and fat man laughed together.

There was sarcasm and disdain in that smile.

As the elite of the empire.

They were invited to come here, not just because of the 'Watching Immortals'.

But with other tasks.

"A sleeping lion is a lion."

"Once it wakes up, it will eat people!"

The woman reminded again.

"That also requires it to have a chance to wake up."

"My Musketeers will kill it when it wakes up."

The young man pointed proudly behind him.

There are ten ships and a team of 2000 people.

Young people don't mean all, he means those who are scattered and hidden in the crowd.

Everyone is well-trained, strong, and steady-eyed, but the most important thing is their weapons, and everyone carries the latest weapons.

No longer a troublesome firecracker.

But fast gun!

There is even a more powerful grenade on his waist.

This is the confidence of young people.

Erin saw it.

She did not speak.

Because, the appearance of the musketeers really exceeded her expectations, and more importantly, the new weapon is really powerful, and it discards the filling of the original bullets. One person is equivalent to the previous five gunmen, or even more .

Not to mention the team cooperation.

A team of one hundred people is enough to handle ten times the previous number.

This has already reached a qualitative change.

but……

What about occult techniques?

What about the secret technique?

The young man seemed to have guessed what Irene was thinking, and immediately smiled.

"Before, we verified it."

"Although those witchcrafts are miraculous, they are only in a small area. Moreover, as long as they are careful, there will be no problems. What's more, we still have His Excellency Samiol."

The young man pointed to the middle-aged fat man beside him.

The other party gently touched his bald head, showing a haughty smile.

Eileen continued to remain silent.

She didn't want to communicate with a liar warlock.

This is her last pride as a nobleman.

There was nothing concealed about the conversation on this ship, and people not far away heard it.

In other words, young Landrian wanted to be heard by the enemies of the empire.

A group of knights in armor, like tin cans, looked ahead, pretending not to care, but in fact they cared very much.

Without him, they suffered a loss in the previous war.

The brilliance of the knight's charge began to dim.

"Grand Knight Commander Thorin, us?"

"wait."

"Waiting for a better opportunity."

The Grand Knight waved his hand and said nothing more.

Why did he come all the way to the Far East.

The purpose is to learn how to deal with the empire.

And, not reconciled.

He was not reconciled to the fact that the knightly path he believed in had withdrawn from the stage of history.

He hoped that the knight's path could continue, instead of a talented young knight apprentice who had been training for ten years being killed by a gunner who had been training for three months.

He must be able to find a way.

Unlike this great knight commander, he still persisted.

The remaining natives and barbarians from Southeast Asia, deserts, glaciers and other places tried their best to keep calm, but they still had a trace of fear on their faces.

Under the guns of the empire, they had suffered enough.

At this moment, seeing the Musketeers, there was a faint trace of flattery in the panic.

Weird expression.

Made young Landrian laugh even louder.

This laughter naturally attracted the attention of the young master of the Zhang family.

However, the young master of the Zhang family stopped paying attention to the other party.

At this moment, the young master of the Zhang family is full of joy.

Master cares about me, right?

Don't care about me, how can you promise me?

The young master of the Zhang family was very happy in his heart.

He was ready to die.

Unexpectedly, Goethe could really promise him.

What else is there to say?

The young master of the Zhang family immediately crossed his waist, raised his hand to the Japanese man opposite, and hooked his fingers.

"Hey, grandson thief, come!"

That appearance is really a complacent one.

Anger appeared on the Japanese Onmyoji's soft face, and his snake-like eyes narrowed immediately.

"Go and kill him!"

With an order, the two newly-appeared boy corpses charged straight forward.

That momentum was stronger than the previous two.

It seems that these two are more powerful.

The young master of the Zhang family made a judgment in his heart, but he didn't panic at all.

He could be tough before.

Now?

Don't panic.

As for running away?

That is not even thought about.

Run, you can definitely run.

However, if he ran away, would he have the face to face others in the future?

No.

For the young master of the Zhang family, he might as well be dead.

Now it is unnecessary.

Facing the attack of four boy corpses, the young master of the Zhang family looked left and right, wanting to see where his master was, and then, the water in the Haihe River suddenly froze, creaking, creaking, and the ice visible to the naked eye spread like this Come.

The boats near the pier were frozen.

Ice was attached to the cabin and spread to the deck.

After that, there is a difference.

The Japanese ship, the ice continued.

The other people's boats stopped.

That, Bing, seems to know how to distinguish between enemy and friend.

But that's what makes it all the more scary.

In the cold air, everyone shivered and watched as the Japanese flagship was frozen, along with the people on board, whether it was samurai, ninjas, leading onmyojis, or generals.

Facing the cold ice, the onmyoji's face changed drastically, and his whole body squirmed into a snake.

He wanted to jump off the boat and escape, but the ice spread too fast, and he was frozen after he completed half of his transformation.

The general had wings and wanted to fly.

But after flapping the wings, they were frozen.

After falling straight to the ground, it shattered with a snap.

So was the heart of young Landrian.

"This, this... that, that..."

The deity is called Your Excellency, and Landrian, one of the three captains of the Musketeers, opened his mouth wide and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Arrogant Landrian is no fool.

His brain calculated almost immediately what would happen to his Musketeers in the face of such a natural disaster.

only one--

The whole army is destroyed!

Thinking of this, the young Lord Landrian was about to suffocate.

As for the musketeer consultant, Samiol, who claimed to be a occultist, was dumbfounded, his eyes widened, almost falling out of their sockets.

Is this the power that can be achieved mysteriously?

Isn't mystery all about one group of people deceiving another group of people?