Calamity Crown

And this walk is one year.

During the Chinese New Year, Goethe came back again to reunite with everyone and meet Zhao Dingsi.

Then, Chu Wu left again.

Every year.

18 years later.

It's the end of the year again.

White clothes, cloaks, shelter from the wind and snow.

Goethe stepped on the ice field.

This is thousands of miles away, in the extreme north.

It is also the place where he must come on this trip.

It was the place where he felt his heart beating in the first place.

Woo, woo!

The wind carried snowflakes.

Snowflakes are like knives.

If it falls on ordinary people, it is a blood hole.

But here in Goethe, the truth does not exist.

After a while, there were fewer snowflakes, but the wind was stronger.

The wind not only roared, but also penetrated into the human body.

If you get in, your flesh and blood will melt away, and your true spirit will disappear.

But it was useless.

Goethe at this moment is a whole, without any gaps.

Suddenly, the wind and snow stopped.

But the attacks did not stop.

On the ice sheet, intense light began to reflect, and all the light reflected from the sun gathered on Goethe's body, and the sun's fire, which was enough to cause the tragic death of any titled legend in an instant, burned on Goethe's body.

Goethe's clothes disappeared immediately.

He frowned slightly.

He raised his hand and patted these golden flames.

When some silt covered the golden flame.

The fire of the sun, which was said to be never extinguished, was extinguished just like that.

At the same time, a person appeared in the distance.

Black silhouette.

A deep smoke enveloped the face.

Can't be seen clearly.

"The silt of the river of time?!"

The other party's surprised voice was hoarse and indistinguishable.

Goethe took out another white coat and put it on.

He's not used to being naked.

The other party didn't stop him, and just waited silently. After Goethe got dressed, he asked again.

"Is it the silt of the river of time?"

"You want to ask, why not use the river of time silt obtained by the way you left?"

Goethe didn't answer the question.

The other party is silent.

About three seconds.

"Have you guessed who I am?"

"It's hard not to guess."

"That's right, my Majesty the Mad King."

Goethe lit up [Mad King's Ring].

The deep mist on the opponent's face twisted a few times, as if breathing violently. Finally, the black mist dissipated, revealing a familiar face of Goethe.

The mad king, Zhao Jingjue.

Do not!

It should be said, Mad King, Modeus.

The other party is not a mad king in the true sense.

Rather, the clone of Modeus.

Or it is the afterimage under the projection.

Just Modeus.

It wasn't Zhao Jingjue.

"How did you find out?"

The afterimage of Modeus asked.

"When you first showed malice, that is, when I first looked at this place from the [Mad King's Ring], I still remember the feeling of death like a necrosis. "

Goethe still smiled.

"But I still hold back."

The afterimage of Modeus frowned.

"But, have you given up?"

"not at all."

"You, who have changed your plan, are still staring at me, just in another way."

"You become more careful, more cautious."

"Because, you find that things are gradually getting out of your control."

Goethe laughed out loud as he spoke.

As if saw some joke.

And this kind of laughter made the afterimage of Modeus completely break the defense, and he couldn't help roaring.

"why?"

"Why, as his projection, I can't inherit his legacy!"

"Why can you use the vitality in the [treasure card]!"

"Why can you reverse the routine so easily!"

"why?"

"This is not fair!"

The afterimage of Modeus said and waved his hand vigorously.

The deep darkness appeared out of thin air, covering the sky and going towards Goethe.

The entire ice field trembled under such darkness.

But when such darkness fell on Goethe, the darkness disappeared.

Only the wind characteristic of the ice field remains.

"You, who have been staring at me, should have understood the gap between us 18 years ago. That's why you hid here. This should be your secret base, right?"

"Then you might as well guess, why did I wait another 18 years?"

As Goethe spoke, his fingertips moved slightly.

A sword qi pierced through the opponent directly.

The sword energy wrapped in the silt of the river of time made it impossible for the opponent to avoid it.

Because, what this sword slashed was not the afterimage in front of Goethe's eyes.

But on the river of time, its location.

In the slowly flowing river of time, the time that existed in the afterimage was directly dragged into the river bed by the silt, and quickly disappeared.

The afterimage in front of Goethe disappeared instantly.

It's as if it doesn't exist at all.

Only one question remained.

"why?"

Questioned and unwilling.

It is very puzzled.

Because, according to its script, it should be the best time to get a new body after it lures Goethe in and uses Qianhuang to drag him into a desperate situation.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Qian, whom it placed high hopes on, was completely vulnerable.

Not only that, but also let it discover the 'legacy' that Goethe can use ontology.

It was like a bolt from the blue for it.

But it didn't give up.

Still staring at Goethe.

It knows that as long as Goethe finds it, he will not give up looking for it.

It still has a chance.

But why, Goethe exceeded its expectations?

Just kill him right away?

Even when it dissipates at the end, it's foggy.

"Because you were discovered."

"Because, now I think I have the power to protect myself."

Goethe replied.

As soon as the voice fell, a gaze across the space swept over.

In an instant, this gaze swept across the entire world.

Among them, of course, was Goethe.

But his eyes passed over Goethe, but he didn't find Goethe.

His eyes hesitated slightly.

In the end, it also disappeared.

Goethe stood on the ice field and smiled softly with his mouth open——

"It's terrible."