Goethe could raise his hand and touch the 'walls' above his head and on both sides - they were not only hard, but also contained the 'smell of time' and 'smell of fate' that Goethe admired.
Behind Goethe is the secret realm he just left.
In front of Goethe, there are dense passages.
"Other secret realms?"
Goethe guessed.
Then, he looked at the only light in the darkness in the distance.
There it is: Anchor World.
The coordinates of the anchor world use the "Mad King's Ring" as the medium, and the position is extremely clear. Especially when Goethe touched the "Mad King's Ring", the light in Goethe's eyes suddenly bloomed, just like the sun.
However, Goethe did not immediately rush to the anchor world.
Instead, he moved forward slowly.
He is sensing the 'walls' around him.
He is sensing the 'breath of time' and the 'breath of fate'.
The 'breath of time' here is different from the 'silt' he mastered so well. The 'breath of time' here is more forward, to put it simply... the future.
And the right ‘destiny’ makes this change both controllable and uncontrollable.
Contradictory?
Not contradictory.
Control is within a certain range.
Uncontrollable means instantaneous changes after receiving a slight external force.
Just like...
alert!
Just like at this moment, when Goethe sensed this place, time began to change in an instant. At the same time, the three possible outcomes immediately turned into 537,962 outcomes.
Moreover, it is still changing as the perception deepens.
Such changes affect the secret realm that the perceiver himself is about to enter.
"So that's it."
Goethe whispered to himself.
He has always wondered why, with the power of the 'witches', they used the afterimage projected by Modeus as bait instead of using a more direct method.
With the strength they showed, it should be easy to do it.
Now Goethe knew.
Not even the 'witches' can afford this change.
"It is possible that the moment they enter, the entire secret realm will enter a doomsday and fragmented state, and this change will affect the anchor world - this is what the witches least want to see."
Goethe looked at the anchor world again.
This time, his [heart] was completely relaxed.
He saw more and more clearly.
The dark passages turned into threads, stringing one secret realm after another on them. The middle position is the anchor world, and the other secret realms are around, just like a pearl necklace with a special shape.
Besides this pearl necklace, there are also pearls.
Or independent.
Or in series.
At this moment, Goethe realized what vastness is.
With his [heart] at the moment, he simply couldn't feel how many secret realms there were and how big this real world was.
Having completely washed away the 'mark of the witch', [Heart] lost its numerical description, but Goethe was confident that his [Heart] at this moment should be more than fifteen times what it was before.
After all, he is now at rank nine!
"It's still not enough!"
"Nine turns, almost!"
Goethe thought in his heart, and then the corner of his mouth curled up.
"That……
Give me some of your power first!"
Seven rays of scarlet, but filled with hunger, laughter, greed, madness, murderous intent, evil, and compassion respectively, appeared next to Goethe, and the power of the same nine-turn profession began to return to Goethe.
Eighteen turns.
Twenty-seven turns.
Thirty-six turns.
Just when Goethe was about to continue to improve his strength, his heart suddenly moved.
In an instant, the seven phantoms disappeared.
His entire body was also covered in 'silt'.
Not only is there no breath, but there is no existence.
What's left is just the same breath of time as the passage wall.
And at the next moment, eyes came.
No longer together.
Instead, there were three eyes, scanning back and forth.
Two full breaths.
After his gaze disappeared, Goethe was still covered in mud.
Then, another look appeared.
After his eyes disappeared this time, the mud on Goethe's body slowly disappeared.
"really!"
"They can also feel it here!"
"How terrible!"
Goethe said it was terrible, but a smile appeared on his face.
He was unable to perceive more of the world outside the channel, but he got more information.
The four gazes just now left messages on the 'passage wall'.
Goethe stood there, analyzing silently.
At the same time, using the power contained in the 'passage wall' to supplement his own strength shortcomings, and incited by the majestic vitality stored in his heart, almost instantly, the 'breath of time' and 'breath of destiny' were completely
The analysis was completed and became something he could master, which was more convenient than [Bloody Honor].
Consumption?
Naturally it is much bigger.
However, Goethe didn't care.
This consumption is just a drop in the bucket compared to what he has stored.
That’s just a matter of eating two more meals.
The dark snake that was combined with [Shadow Snake Tail-Eating Technique] and [Blood Hidden] was wrapped around Goethe's arm. Its scarlet eyes were full of interest. It liked fate.
It feeds on fate.
Goethe stepped forward, and the dark snake hissed.
When he was about to reach the finish line, Goethe opened his hand, and the black snake immediately followed the trend.
They already have the same mind.
What did Goethe want to do?
The black snake is clear.
A humane smile appeared on the snake's face.
As if to say, leave it to me.
Then, the dark snake got into the passage wall.
The dark snake, which has an aura of destiny that is almost the same as that of the passage wall, flows unimpeded within the passage wall. It swims through it at a very fast speed, heading towards the place where the destiny is most prosperous.
Below!
More below!
Bottom!
The black snake kept conveying thoughts to Goethe.
Goethe once again covered himself in mud.
That look came again.
The other party wanted to track the dark snake, but couldn't find it at all.
because……
Destiny is inherently unpredictable.
Who can control destiny?
There is only destiny itself.
Wave!
Just like a crisp sound, the dark snake got out of the restrictions of the passage. It came to a wider world, its 'destiny' was more intense, and it moved forward without hesitation.
It jumped into it.
Of course, it did not forget to convey the clearest picture to Goethe.
Densely packed and scattered.
Extremely dark...
root?
Goethe looked at the scene in front of him and was stunned.
Then, an idea came to mind.
World tree!
The world tree that nurtures countless worlds!
Such thoughts passed away in a flash, because Goethe clearly sensed a difference. The World Tree in front of him had no breath of life at all, while the rumored World Tree should be full of vitality.
And what's in front of you?
Not only is it dark, it's also lifeless.
withered.
die.
Dark.
However, this does not prevent it from being born with destiny.
Goethe watched the dark snake biting the tree roots, and silently said "Come on" in his heart.
This will be his trump card.
Facing the witches, he still needs hundreds of millions of plans.
Using the "Power of Destiny" sent back from the Black Snake, Goethe summoned the spirits of blood crows one after another. Destiny covered their bodies, and with Goethe's orders, they flew along the passage.
They will fly to the secret place where Goethe once visited.
They will be looking for people closely related to Goethe.
And this is not the end.
A demonic wolf.
A devil dog.
They are clothed by Goethe with the "power of destiny".
With Goethe's will, they rush towards more unknown places that are closely related to those 'eyes'.
They are 'wars'.
They are 'death'.
They are...
‘Disaster’!
As the source of everything, Goethe is naturally the ‘Crown of Disasters’.
One by one design.
One by one layout.
All were used by Goethe.
There are sane ones and there are crazy ones.
Some are even more reckless.
When all this was done, only two Blood Raven spirits were left beside Goethe.
Unlike all other scarlet blood crow spirits, these two blood crow spirits have long since transformed into red with gold. These are the first two crows to appear, and were carefully cultivated by Goethe.
They also have the atmosphere of time and destiny in them.
It also has a professional atmosphere.
Same as the seven negative emotions.
It's also nine turns.
And this kind of carrying naturally has its drawbacks.
once!
Two crows can only be used once!
After one use, it will disappear completely!
Completely disappear from time and destiny!
No more!
But the power will be greater than anyone can imagine!
"I hope I won't need you."
Goethe looked at the two blood crow spirits with regret.
"If you don't hope, you won't do it."
"It's okay, we are willing."
Two crows, one with a poisonous tongue and one with a warm tongue.
The one with the poisonous tongue was called the Black Mist by Goethe.
The warm one was called Fufu by Goethe.
"You said, will I win?"
Goethe asked again.
"If you can't win, there's no hope of salvation. Let's wait to die."
The black mist has a venomous tongue.
"We just try our best. You have done your best. Now you just have to leave no regrets."
Fufu said, and even rubbed Goethe's cheek thoughtfully, which made the black mist beside him scream even more.
"Have you forgotten what this guy did to us?"
"He is a madman!"
"No one can do such a thing except a madman to detonate fate and time and obliterate everything!"
The croaking of crows is beyond imagination.
Goethe raised his hand and flicked Heiwu's forehead.
Immediately, black mist flew up.
"Look, you will bully me. If you have the ability, why don't you fight those witches?"
"What's the point of bullying a crow?"
The black mist flew and screamed.
Goethe frowned, and finally sighed.
Who told him to owe them?
Just call.
Just croak.
At least, my time here won't be boring.
Of course, you also need to have time here.
However, counterattack is also inevitable.
"When I find my way home, the first thing I will do is open a barbecue restaurant, and then launch a special dish - roasted crow."
Goethe looked at the black mist and said very seriously.
"Kill the crow! Kill the crow!"
"Is there any justice left?"
"Is there any royal law?"
Black Mist shouted loudly.
"have!"
"Yes to people!"
"Not for crows!"
"Especially the foul-mouthed crow!"
Goethe smiled and raised his hand to touch Fufu.
Fufu is still good, just like a daughter, a caring little cotton-padded jacket.
As for the black mist?
Rebellious son!
Accompanied by his good daughter and rebellious son, Goethe stood just one step away from the anchor world and waited quietly for who knows how long.
One hundred years?
Two hundred years?
Or three hundred years?
Goethe didn't know.
All he knew was that everything was finally ready.
The next moment, Goethe took a step forward.
Before my eyes, the light and darkness disappeared.
He returned to the anchor world again and returned to Sark, the capital of Fabol.
he saw it again
‘Angler’.
'Miss'.
Skiffins Steinbeck.
The 'angler' stood between the two, with disbelief and horror on his face——
Skiffins Steinbeck's dagger stabbed him in the lower back.
[Power Crystal] floated in the air, and the thin sword in the 'lady's hand pierced his chest.
The vigorous life, even if his heart was broken, even if he was poisoned, still did not make the 'angler' die immediately, and the look in his eyes became fierce and crazy.
Facing the 'lady' who was close at hand, he raised his hand and hugged her.
A flash of panic flashed on the 'Ms.' face, and she wanted to dodge.
But 'time' appears again.
No!
To be precise, it was a fishing line wrapped around her body.
This is the 'angler's' fishing line.
Immersed in the "long river of time", I don't know how long the fishing line is.
It has a trace of the power of time in itself.
Inspired by the 'angler', it became even more terrifying.
The 'lady' was frozen.
Even if it's just for a moment.
But it's enough.
Click, click.
Amidst the sound of bones breaking, all the bones in the 'Ms.' body were crushed by the 'Angler', and the 'power of time' even invaded the 'Ms.' body.
‘Lady’ is aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But the 'lady' did not despair.
She has allies!
Skeffins Steinbeck!
She looked up for Skeffins Steinbeck.
She saw her allies right behind the 'angler'.
She hopes her allies will help her.
Then--
Skeffins Steinbeck bowed.
"I wish you a pleasant journey, and...
Bon Voyage!"
After Skiffins Steinbeck finished speaking, he appeared next to Goethe in a flash.
"Isn't it bad to betray your allies like this?"
Goethe asked.
"ally?"
"No no no!"
"My dear brother, the Steinbecks have never been allies, and they have never been traitors."
Skeffins Steinbeck replied with a smile.
Then, the two of them watched the death of the 'lady'.
After aging to its extreme.
Of course it is death.
And after the death of the 'lady', the 'angler' is not dead yet.
The other party still has a breath of air.
The other party looked at Goethe and Skeffins Steinbeck.
"I never expected that the winners of this era would be you two."
The 'angler' smiled miserably.
Skiffinstein Steinbeck let out a puff.
"Gold, silver, bronze, black iron, the so-called era division is really ridiculous. You really believe your own lies. Alas, maybe you have forgotten...
Their era has never ended."
As the words fell, thirteen figures that made the anchor world tremble appeared under the night sky.
