Goethe had never felt the true power of [Celtic Blood Sacrifice: Wolf Calamity] during the full moon. Even if it was incomplete, alienation could make up for it.
Whoops!
Goethe opened his mouth full of fangs and let out a breath of hot breath.
He raised his paws and gently slid across the brick wall. Immediately, huge, ferocious claw marks were left behind.
The solid brick wall is like tofu.
It was torn apart silently.
And Goethe also disappeared.
Under normal circumstances, the werewolf transformed by [Celtic Blood Sacrifice.Wolf Calamity] has the [silent] characteristic.
With the blessing of [Moonlight], this characteristic is +2.
But, this is not the point.
The point is, with the blessing of [Moonlight], the werewolf transformed by [Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Wolf Calamity] has claws and teeth that can resist 'Destruction' level fur and 'Destruction' level attacks.
Reached the 'Dragon' level in one leap!
‘Dragon’ level!
Goethe finally saw the power above the 'absolute' level.
And now, he is also trying this power——
"Um?"
"Wolf?"
The 'bartender' frowned slightly.
It's not that this member of 'them' has never seen existences similar to werewolf transformations. 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 seemed more terrifying than the wolf.
However, the 'bartender' did not flinch.
He has confidence in himself.
Also have confidence in ‘them’.
You must know that he is not the only one in Fabol's capital city of Sac at this moment.
Those guys are there too.
Moreover, they all owe him a favor.
No hesitation.
The 'bartender' sent out a distress signal.
He believed that as long as he persisted for ten seconds, those guys would come.
Definitely!
Because they were all eager to return his favor and complete the 'contract'.
so--
"Fighting alone is always just a fool's errand."
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 scope of the moonlight.
Houses, floors, and furniture are all wrapped in it.
But it didn't burn.
Instead, those who fainted were turned directly into ashes.
Just for a moment.
After transforming into a wolf, Goethe, who appeared behind the 'bartender', was also wrapped in white flames.
"Oh."
"The fire of moonlight has a fatal effect on living life."
The 'bartender' laughed.
Once again he felt sure of victory.
Even when his body was torn apart by Goethe's claws, this smile still remained on his face.
puff!
Blood spurted out.
Cross-visceral flow.
The 'bartender' who was split into two eyes widened in disbelief.
Almost instinctively, the 'bartender' looked for the healing wine, but the chaos caused by [Wolfsbane] made him confused.
Goethe's [luck] shone again.
The ‘bartender’ made a mistake while busy——
Gudong, Gudong!
"Oops, I drank the wrong drink!"
When the wine entered his throat, the 'bartender' exclaimed.
But it's too late.
The ensuing reaction was mixed with toxins that paralyzed the 'bartender's' body and brain, allowing Goethe to easily pick off the other party's head.
Holding the opponent's head, Goethe, after transforming into a wolf, opened his mouth full of fangs——
"You know nothing about power!"
After saying that, Goethe jumped up to the door of the tavern.
Just in time, Skeffins Steinbeck pushed open the door and walked out.
The two looked at each other.
He made a conscious decision 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 and frowned.
impossible!
This is impossible!
It only took twenty seconds from the time the 'bartender' gave the signal to when he arrived here.
Kill the ‘bartender’ in twenty seconds?
Absolutely impossible!
There cannot be such a person in this world!
The 'gentleman' inspected the scene. When he saw the claw marks and the 'bartender's' wound, the 'gentleman' frowned.
"Wolf?"
'Gentleman' said to himself.
The ally at this moment emerged in his heart: the wolf!
In his knowledge, only the other party has such abilities and opportunities.
Become a wolf.
Create an accident and sneak attack on the 'bartender'.
One thought after another appeared in the heart of the 'gentleman'.
Then, the 'gentleman' began to erase the traces.
Not just because the 'Wolf' is now his ally.
Also because he sensed a glimmer of opportunity.
Thinking of this, the 'gentleman' unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.
He looked into the distance!
The battle between the 'lumberjack', 'apothecary', 'farmer', 'hunter' and Fabol VII is still going on there, and is getting more and more intense.
"What a grumpy king."
"Completely ignore the fact that this is your country."
"but……"
"That's fine."
Having said this, the 'gentleman' took out bombs one after another from his arms.
Traces have been erased.
But it's not thorough enough.
Is there anything better than a bomb to erase traces?
Of course it's a bunch of bombs.
boom!
Boom boom boom!
Where the 'bartender' was, half the street was blown up.
In normal times, this place would definitely attract the attention of the entire Sack, but now?
But no one pays attention here.
People were attracted by the golden-red dragon breathing dragon breath in the sky.
Golden-red flames sprayed down from the sky in a cone-shaped manner, just like surging waves, trying to drown everything.
However, a big tree rose from the ground.
This big tree not only blocked the fierce flames, but also hung many vines on this big tree that was more than fifty meters high. These vines were like snakes, lashing towards the giant dragon in mid-air and wrapping around it.
A man who looked like an old farmer stood under the tree, constantly watering and fertilizing.
Next to him, a middle-aged man wearing round glasses took out potions one after another and poured them on the big tree to make the tree immune to the damage of the flames.
A strong man carrying a giant ax stood aside.
He stared at the dragon's neck, always ready to strike a fatal blow.
In the shadows, a man whose face could not be seen clearly did not pay attention to the dragon, but stared at the chaotic crowd.
There, there was a guy who attracted the dragon.
roar!
One blow had no effect.
Fabol VII became increasingly angry.
He raised his body, dodged the attack of the vines, and sprayed out another breath of dragon breath.
This time!
It is continuous!
It is uninterrupted!
Hot!
The increasing scorching heat caused the big tree to wither, even if the man like a farmer kept watering and fertilizing, it was the same. He frowned.
"Why is Fabol VII so powerful?"
He cooed quietly.
This was inconsistent with the information he received.
It is true that Fabol VII should be a ‘legend’.
But now?
This strength is nothing short of legendary.
There are no more legends about titles.
"Heh, interesting experimental material."
The 'pharmacist' commented like this. He chuckled and took out another potion from his sleeve.
It’s different from the previous ‘leftovers’.
This one is considered official.
The purple liquid was poured down.
Kaka, kaka!
A thin sound appeared on the big tree.
This big tree is growing taller at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not only did he get taller, he also...
Live!
Eyes, nose, and mouth appeared on this big tree.
Those vines gathered together to form a thick javelin.
Woo!
The javelin shot.
The golden-red dragon dodged violently.
Then there were huge boulders - the activated tree raised its hand and grabbed three or five houses on the ground and threw them directly towards the giant dragon.
And go, one after another.
There are no houses anymore, just dirt.
The soft soil fell into the hands of the tree man and turned into boulders.
What made Fabol VII even more angry was that after the javelin flew out and landed on the ground, it actually formed small trees, although they were only four or five meters tall.
However, there are a lot of them.
At a glance, there are actually hundreds of them.
However, there is still some inconsistency.
"Don't do experiments on me!"
The 'Farmer' growled at the 'Pharmacist', with annoyance in his eyes - he could feel that a small part of his power had been 'stolen'.
Although it recovered immediately.
But this feeling is unpleasant.
"Oh."
The 'pharmacist' smiled and said nothing.
But he didn't do anything too extreme.
What he wanted, he already got.
At this time, the 'lumberjack', who had been accumulating strength for a long time, was ready to take action.
call!
He took a deep breath.
The ax has been raised high.
But at this moment——
"The 'bartender' is dead."
"It was the 'wolf' who did it."
"The 'gentleman' covered him up."
The serious voice was a male's.
The 'lumberjack', 'pharmacist', 'farmer', and 'hunter' present were all stunned.
They could tell that the voice was 'Lord'.
And the 'Lord' is not a person who likes to joke.
Not even able to lie.
Almost instantly.
The four of them, ‘Lumberjack’, ‘Apothecary’, ‘Farmer’, and ‘Hunter’, gave up and trembled with Faber VII.
Suddenly, the big tree that was showing off its might a moment ago was scorched.
Those little tree people are even more withered.
The big tree brought up countless sparks.
When these sparks fall, they become fireballs.
Woohoo!
Boom boom boom!
Hitting the ground was like a grenade exploding.
Everyone avoids it.
Everyone was panicked.
Frightened, panicked, mixed with screams.
People were running away like headless flies under what was like a 'fiery meteor shower'.
No one will laugh at them.
Because, they are lucky.
Unfortunately, it has long been affected and turned into ashes.
George VI blended in with the crowd and ran like a dog.
He wanted to return to the agreed place, but he couldn't - behind him, a vague sight kept staring at him.
Be one of ‘them’!
Who specifically?
King George VI didn't know.
But he knew that if he ran back to the agreed place with others watching him and was discovered by Goethe, Skiffins and Steinbeck, these two ruthless guys would definitely kill him.
But if you just mix in circles like this in the crowd, you will die sooner or later.
what to do?
what to do?
George VI's brain was spinning crazily, but there was no good solution at all. At this moment, a cry of surprise rang out from the mouth of one of 'them'.
George VI couldn't quite hear what the exclamation was saying.
He just felt the gaze disappear directly.
King George VI seized the opportunity and began to run desperately.
He went around in circles several times in a row.
After confirming that it really disappeared.
King George VI went straight to the meeting place.
It was underground in a dense forest on the outskirts of Sac.
It was transformed into a secret base by Skifens Steinbeck.
It has both living material reserves and medical reserves.
It's similar to the 'sanctuary' originally built by George VI, but even more secluded.
When George VI walked in here, he went through four procedures.
There are secret words.
There are also agencies.
Anti-divination occult arrays were also arranged layer by layer.
Especially the last place, there is a construct as a supervision, and only those with the correct key can enter.
The bonfire disperses the coldness underground.
The warm tea gave the exhausted George VI some comfort, but this was not the most important thing. The most important thing was the medicine!
A potion that can more completely cure his current condition.
"for you!"
According to the contract, Skeffins Steinbeck gave a potion to George VI. However, when George VI was about to drink it, the heir to the Steinbeck family spoke again.
"etc."
"I have a good proposal - you can listen to it."
"As for choice?"
"Look at you."
"Goethe and I accidentally killed the 'bartender' just now, and this accident was extremely beneficial to us... We can almost cause even greater trouble for 'them' without a single blow."
"And this requires your dedication."
Skeffins Steinbeck said in a consultative tone.
At the same time, in the hands of Skiffins Steinbeck, a potion that was very similar to but different from the potion in the hand of George VI appeared again.
"This potion is not good for your current condition. It is far inferior to the one in your hand."
"However, this medicine can make people who turn around and resuscitate completely recover - better than the one in your hand. The one in your hand also has some side effects."
"Although it's very small, it's enough to prevent you from setting foot in the title legend."
Skeffins Steinbeck kept smiling when he said these words.
But George VI was trembling all over.
When he looked at the smiling Skiffins Steinbeck, he felt like he was looking at another devil.
"Do you want me to die again?"
King George VI asked tentatively.
"No, no no."
"Not death."
"That's the plan!"
Skeffins Steinbeck emphasized.
George VI opened his mouth and immediately looked at Goethe pitifully.
He hoped that Goethe could say a fair word.
He doesn't want to die again.
If he dies again, the only bad thing is that he is really dead.
"I agree with Steinbeck's plan."
Goethe's words directly sent George VI into hell.
"I, I...I agree."
King George VI wanted to reiterate something, but in the end he could only nod.
What can I do if I don’t agree?
Being tricked to death by the two guys in front of you?
Rather than that, it is better to agree directly.
"However, I have a condition. At least the person I need to resurrect must be a legend, and must have potential. And you promise not to harm me or do anything to me."
George VI put forward conditions.
Goethe and Goethe immediately agreed.
The two had discussed it before King George VI came back.
As long as George VI is willing to die, he will agree to any conditions that are not excessive.
After George VI himself agreed, Skiffins Steinbeck took action immediately.
He arranges everything.
And informed King George VI of the key points.
Goethe, on the other hand, was playing with a ring.
According to the contract, this is what he obtained - a space ring that stores one-half of the Steinbeck family's property.
He just accepted it.
Almost blinded.
He was very satisfied with this.
Compared to this amount of money, [Fair Eyes of Truth] is insignificant to him.
after all……
His secret cannot be explained clearly under 'fairness'.
Half an hour later, everything was properly arranged.
George VI watched Goethe, Skiffins and Steinbeck disappear. He took a deep breath and swallowed a piece of paper.
Then, when he sensed that the toxins in his body began to expand rapidly, the former king looked at the anti-divination arcane array that filled the entire space, let out a chuckle, and lit the fuse in his hand.
boom!
Boom boom boom!
The secret magic array was blown up.
The entire dense forest was turned upside down.
The firelight soaring into the sky is extremely bright in the night, attracting the people it is supposed to attract.
