Calamity Crown

"As expected of the 'Little Balrog', it really is..."

boom!

Before the other party's words of praise were finished, flames gushed out and enveloped the other party.

Facing the explosive flames, the opponent was not much better than Moduo Pavilion.

In the breath, it became a charred corpse.

Under the burning of the flame, a transparent silk thread thinner than a hair was revealed.

It was originally connected to the representative of [Deming Real Estate], but at this time, it was ignited by flames, and quickly spread towards the corridor.

"Ah! 'Little Balrog'!"

In the corridor, the voice of the 'Seven Killing Hall' Red Scorpion sounded again.

However, compared with the gloomy scene just now, this time is full of anger and pain.

"on!"

"Kill him for me!"

Three of the four people ambushing in the corridor rushed towards Goethe's room, and the two submachine gunners on the roof also followed the trend.

call!

The flames spewed out again in Goethe's palm.

A 10-meter-long cone-shaped flame instantly enveloped the corridor.

The three attackers turned into coke in an instant.

The spray in the corridor directly sprayed water droplets, and under the scorching high temperature, a cloud of water vapor was formed, completely covering Goethe's figure and the situation in the room and corridor.

The two submachine gunners who followed the trend looked at the mist in front of them, and were slightly taken aback.

And that's enough!

Invisible power swept over the throats of the two of them.

puff!puff!

While the blood was spraying, the bodies of the two fell straight down the zipline.

boom!boom!

Amid the sound of the impact on the ground, the Red Scorpion of 'Seven Kills Hall' ran even faster!

In fact, when commanding three of his subordinates to rush out, Chixie of the 'Seven Killing Hall' had the intention of sacrificing his subordinates in exchange for the chance to escape.

"Damn 'little Balrog'!"

Red Scorpion roared inwardly.

He didn't expect that the opponent would shoot directly.

In his original plan, he used the "one page of heavenly scripture" as a bait to delay the time until the representative of "Deming Real Estate" became a corpse and fully "mature". Goethe.

Then, of course, the old guy who used 'Goethe's body' to get close to 'Deming Real Estate'.

Everything is perfect!

It's just that Goethe's determination and strength exceeded his expectations.

Especially strength!

"'Absolute Domain'!"

"As long as I get the 'one page of the book', I can also set foot in the 'absolute realm'!"

Red Scorpion thought in his heart, running faster and faster.

It doesn't matter if you fail this time.

Just succeed next time!

In the blink of an eye, Red Scorpion ran out of the hotel area.

Goethe didn't care about that.

It's just the range of the hotel, not the range of vision of [Spirit of the Blood Raven].

Zote, who had just left, returned to the hotel.

"Hiss, 'Seven Killing Hall' red scorpion?!"

Hearing Goethe's explanation of the attacker's identity, the member of the safety committee immediately exclaimed—in the file room of the safety committee, there is information about the 'Seven Killing Hall'.

Among them is the red scorpion.

A fighter who is good at making 'puppets'.

Not just wooden golems.

There are also 'human puppets'.

According to rumors, in order to create a suitable puppet, the other party not only killed his teacher, but also killed his wife and children.

The kind that belongs to inhumanity.

The security committee and the police have been looking for each other.

But the other party hid it so well that he didn't really show up at all.

"Huh, in the face of such a guy, don't believe what he says, you must act first!"

Zuo Te let out a long breath.

"I took the shot only because he had bad intentions!"

Goethe shook his head.

"Malicious?"

"How did you find out that Red Scorpion had malicious intentions?"

"intuition."

Goethe replied.

Of course he couldn't say it was [Spirit of Blood Raven].

He didn't explain more, but Zote looked thoughtful.

"intuition?"

"The intuition of a fighter?"

Zote had seen similar records in the Security Committee's library.

Some powerful fighters have an ability similar to "Seer Sense" in the face of danger.

And Goethe is obviously such a fighter.

Faint envy rose from the bottom of Zuo Te's heart.

Once he also wanted to become a fighter like Goethe.

It's just a general talent that prevents him from entering a martial arts school, and the high tuition fees also prevent him from choosing a martial arts school. In the end, he can only choose a position closer to a fighter.

But in such a position, Zuote gradually became confused.

Because, here, what he met was not as powerful a fighter as he imagined.

It's a group of guys who are looking for life like him.

A boxer who can fight to the death for a bowl of rice.

He said he understood nature, but he was actually a martial artist who was too poor to sleep in a park.

As for those fighters who have practiced secret techniques?

Zote only saw it once or twice.

But the result was not very happy.

Arrogant, he can understand.

Geniuses are proud, and he knew this fact from childhood.

But at the same time of arrogance, there is a stronger feeling of arrogance - the kind of eyes that completely put oneself above mortals and regard others as ants make Zuote frown.

He thinks fighters are like that.

Until I met Goethe...

The strength is so strong that it far surpasses those fighters who think they are 'powerful', but they are just like ordinary people.

Neither haughty nor domineering.

When it comes to food, be happy.

Especially when he paid for the treats, the smile on the corner of Goethe's mouth couldn't be hidden no matter what.

Normal heart!

I have completely integrated myself into the lives of ordinary people, there is no division and there will be no distinction.

Maybe……

This is why Goethe is so powerful!

Thinking of this, Zote looked at Goethe with some admiration.

Because, he can't do it.

If he had the same strength as Goethe, he would have been lost long ago.

Became just like other fighters.

and so……

"The strong are not accidental."

"Their temperament determines them, and they are always different."

"And an ordinary person like me?"

"Always go with the flow."

"But even so, a guy like me has tried his best-tired, confused, overwhelmed... going through it every day, it looks really bad."

"But this is the life I chose!"

"Afraid of hardship, tiredness, and I can't stand loneliness, I chose ease, so of course I have to face the ordinary!"

"people……"

"Don't be too greedy!"

Glancing at the charred corpse on the ground, Zuote stood up straight.

"Your Excellency Goethe, the hotel owner came to me just now - the continuous falling incidents really affected him too much, even if there is an explanation from the safety committee and the police, it is useless."

"So, he wants you to leave."

"Of course, compensation will be given to you."

Zuote said with a smile.

"can."

Goethe did not refuse.

The hotel owner's request was not too much, let alone compensation.

What surprised Goethe, however, was Zote.

Zote had a dejected look before, but now he is a little more energetic.

It seems different.

It still seems to be the same.

"By the way, Mr. Goethe, I know a hoof flower shop that is not bad..."

"you please?"