Calamity Crown

"Everyone! Everyone!"

"Except for the two assault teams to kill that Jack for me, the rest of the people will deal with those guys who rushed in!"

Outside the gate of the castle, hordes of looters, either driving vehicles or driving their own 'towns', have already launched a charge here.

compared to these predators.

Although the Jack who is familiar with the terrain is worthy of attention, he is not so worthy of attention.

Maybe he bought the map near the gate of the fort from somewhere—some guy on the black market often sells such maps, and most of these maps are still circulated from his subordinates.

In this regard, the commando commander knew it well.

Therefore, he specially sent two assault teams!

"Two assault teams with full firepower are enough to kill that guy!"

"leftover……"

"Just get rid of those guys!"

The commander-in-chief of the commando stopped paying attention to Goethe, and looked at the looters who were getting closer.

In order to make these guys not suspicious, the commander-in-chief of the commando signaled to close the gate again.

Of course, it is much slower than the speed when it was slowly opened before.

But this stimulated those predators to become more and more crazy.

They roared as they had been injected with stimulants at the start of the battle.

"Accelerate! Accelerate!"

"Rush in!"

"'The Bastion of Doom' is ours!"

Howling like ghosts and wolves, under the blessing of stimulants, these predators have already forgotten what they are doing.

They don't care at all about exposure to range.

Even if you die the next moment?

At this time, they are also madly pouring bullets from their guns.

It's not just the oncoming marauders.

The same goes for the 'Doomsday Bastion' guards defending the ambush.

Even, to be even crazier.

because……

'Doom's Bastion' has a higher concentration of stimulants!

Gunshots, gunfire, explosions, the sound of the ear.

Shouting, howling, stumps and broken arms, corpses littered the field.

Goethe was indifferent.

With the vision of [Spirit of Blood Raven] and the stealth ability brought by [Shadow Snake Dagger], Goethe easily threw off the two commandos.

The two commandos were not killed.

He wants to 'show weakness'.

Let the people in the 'Doomsday Fortress' think that he didn't dare to fight against the two commandos at all, and just took advantage of the chaos to escape.

Even if there is a mess near the gate of the 'Doomsday Fortress', there is a high probability that no one will notice what happened to him, but Goethe is used to being cautious.

Just like he had used [Spirit of Blood Raven] to remember the passage near the gate to the highest point of the 'Fortress of Doom' in his heart last night, but he would still choose to let [Spirit of Blood Raven] explore the way.

Just in case.

In fact, it is necessary to do so.

Just when Goethe turned a corner, a group of people unexpectedly appeared in the corridor.

Unlike guards and looters, these people wore white coats, and their faces were clean.

"Why can't we get rid of those guys quickly?"

"Such a noise makes it impossible for me to conduct research at all!"

One of the white coats said.

"It will be resolved soon!"

"After all, this was designed by King Jock VI from the very beginning - those fools would never have thought that it was the Lord who hired Baron 'Oasis' to deliberately destroy his own power furnace."

The leader in the white coat laughed.

"My lord, if you do this... that thing should be almost finished, right?"

asked the white coat who had just spoken.

"Of course!"

"In fact, today is the final step!"

"So, that Jack might have been arranged by that adult!"

"Let's go, the next step is to witness the miracle!"

After the leader in the white coat finished speaking, he quickened his pace.

The group drifted away, but Goethe squinted his eyes in the shadows.

The man behind Baron 'Oasis' is Jock VI? !

and also……

What is that thing?

Chapter 20 Jock VI

In the dark palace, King Jock VI, who was covered in a black cloak, sat on a metal throne.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was resting.

However, the fingers that kept tapping the armrest of the seat were enough to show that his emotions were not as calm as they seemed on the surface.

100 years?

Or 120 years?

or longer?

He can't remember clearly!

Because time has passed for too long, so long that he has to forget it.

However, no matter how forgotten, Joker VI will never forget his original choice.

He wants to become the unique existence in this wasteland!

god?

Do not!

The 'Prophet' Modeus was called a god!

And he?

Must be above God!

Step, step.

Outside the palace, there were footsteps, and King Jock VI raised his hand.

Immediately, the dark palace became brightly lit.

The priceless works of art collected before the war were randomly placed in this palace, including paintings, statues, and gems.

Thousands of works of art and tens of thousands of precious stones make this palace of extraordinary value.

Can……

There is no trace of expression.

On the contrary, there is an indescribable sense of disobedience.

It's like walking through a pile of garbage.

A pile of junk made of priceless items.

Of course, in the eyes of the current wasteland residents, these are garbage.

The research groups in the 'Fortress of War' are different.

Those who have received the systematic study of "ancient knowledge" can see the value of these works of art - when the recorded words become reality and appear in front of them, a different feeling endows them with higher value.

Therefore, their eyes were filled with admiration and pity.

Marvel at the greatness of these works of art.

Too bad they shouldn't be treated like this.

But none of them dared to make a suggestion to 'cherish' these works of art.

Because it is the king of the 'Doomsday Fortress' who placed these works of art!

Be the only voice of 'Fortress of Doom'!

The 15 members of the scientific research team knelt down in front of the throne in unison.

"His Majesty."

They shouted like this.

"Ah."

Joker VI's answer came from his nose. The owner of the 'Doomsday Fortress', who was so tall that he felt a strong sense of oppression even when he sat down, looked down at the 15 people in the scientific research team he trained.

A smile appeared on that indifferent face.

Not friendly, gracious.

It's a sense of accomplishment!

A smile after filling my heart with a sense of accomplishment.

Such a smile is genuine.

It also made Joker VI's voice a little more angry.

"The project you completed before was very good, and its success solved a big problem for me - when I transform the 'Dawn Fortress' into my back garden, your names will be known and praised by everyone in the wasteland. "

"Everything is taught well by you."

"If it weren't for you, I'd still be a useless guy picking up trash."

"For Your Majesty, I am willing to do anything!"

The leader of the 15 scientific research team lowered his head and said respectfully.

"Oh?"

"anything?"

"It just so happens that I have something I need you to do!"

Jock VI stood up as he spoke. With a height of two meters and a strong body, the other party looked like a little giant, especially the heavy footsteps.

Winter, winter, winter.

Every step is like a wooden stake hitting the ground.

Feeling the slight tremor of the ground, the 15 members of the scientific research team became more and more humble.

They almost prostrated themselves in front of Jock VI.

"Don't be nervous, I have no ill will."