Calamity Crown

oh oh oh oh oh oh~

Sheila jumped up and down, in a tone of her own.

Moment through the clouds.

After a while, it plunged into the river.

Such cheerful movement attracted the attention of the huge black shadow.

She was visibly puzzled.

Why are there other dragons here?

Especially the sense of spiritual fit made her even more puzzled. She seemed to see her descendants, but...

Why are her descendants so weak?

A huge black shadow watched this particular descendant.

When she saw this special descendant playing with mud in the river, she was completely stunned.

Roar!

A low growl.

Shira looked up blankly.

She looked at the sun-like giant dragon in front of her, and the shadow shrouded it, making her unable to see the appearance of the giant dragon clearly, but a trace of seasonal movement in her blood made her shout out of her heart -

"Mother?"

She was stunned.

She had never seen such a stupid descendant.

Looking at the jubilant, goofy offspring at her feet, she thought she should do something.

Once such a silly descendant is in danger, there is definitely nothing to do.

Thinking of this, she took a slight breath.

The golden-gray flames in her nostrils covered Shira's body.

strength!

Surging to the extreme power!

The traces of dragon's blood became rich to the extreme in an instant!

In the dream, the giant dragon that Sheila turned into grew from a few meters in size like a blown balloon to a hundred meters in size, but only a little of that power was used up, and she was constantly transforming Sheila's body.

However, it seemed that some kind of shackles existed, making it difficult for Xila to accept this transformation.

She keenly noticed this 'shackle'.

Roar!

An angry roar resounded here.

"It's you guys who don't know how to live or die again."

"How dare you pollute my descendants with 'cursed blood'!"

"I will make you pay for it!"

She roared again and again, and stretched out her dragon claws, allowing the power she bestowed to hide in the body of this special descendant, and then she extracted the shackles called 'cursed blood'.

The power that even the gods feared was melted in her claws.

She was stripped and cocooned.

She notes the taste.

Looking at the descendant who was drowsy due to the soaring strength, she raised her dragon claw to temporarily seal this place, protecting her descendant.

Then, fly straight up.

A body about the size of the sun, filled with the most primitive violent power, quietly entered the river of time.

She swims against the current.

She wants to find the source of the so-called curse.

She's going to crush each other.

She wanted to let the other party know the price of touching the descendants of the 'Emperor of Dragons' Dimatais.

Sheila didn't know about this.

She just felt that she slept soundly.

I haven't slept so soundly in a long time.

She felt like she could sleep for 100 years.

But Goethe!

Yes, Goethe!

Goethe is going to act in the arena with that woman who drank horse urine!

She is going to the theater!

Once such a thought appeared, Sheila could no longer sleep peacefully.

She stood up shaking her head.

She was fascinated by the lake and seemed to see a colorful dragon in the mirror walking by as she walked by.

Ok?

Shira woke up instantly.

She looked into the mirror again.

Inside is herself.

"Did you sleep in the lake?"

Sheila muttered to herself.

Afterwards, no further consideration.

Turn around and run towards the Bear Castle Arena.

Sheila simply thinks that she is Sleeping Lost Lake.

Especially when she ran to the Bear Castle Arena and entered the private room belonging to the Grand Duke, Sheila even forgot about it. What she saw was the big chicken drumsticks, fruits, and drinks that the Grand Duke had prepared for her.

"Hurry up, Sheila, it's time for Goethe to take the stage."

The Grand Duke, who is a legendary powerhouse, didn't notice the difference in Sheila either. He greeted Sheila with a smile and pushed the plate with the big chicken legs over.

This is one of his nieces and daughters-in-law.

Nature is to be taken care of.

Sheila was not polite, and picked up a big chicken leg in one hand.

Just at this time, Goethe appeared on the stage.

The good angle brought excellent vision, and Shira saw Goethe at a glance.

Without any hesitation, this funny girl waved two big chicken legs and shouted happily——

"Goethe, come on!"

1Chapter 16 Plant the flag!

Goethe saw Sierra at a glance.

Not only is the location of the private room fixed, but also because Shila's appearance of waving a big chicken leg is too conspicuous.

It is so conspicuous that it feels out of place with the surroundings!

Therefore, Goethe, who was standing on the ring, locked onto the woman who was different from everyone else almost instantly.

As for the sound?

Even if the people around shouted loudly, they could still hear it clearly with Goethe's superhuman body.

Suddenly, Goethe had the urge to cover his face.

Shame?

kinda.

But for Goethe, a little adaptation will return to normal.

Not thick-skinned.

Just for planning.

For planning!

Goethe told himself, his eyes looked at the opposite player channel.

snort!

Margarida Mag, who was standing in the contestant tunnel, looked at the cheering Xila and snorted directly.

"You think you're going to win?"

"The winner must be me!"

"You are just Goethe's last choice!"

"I'm the one..."

"correct!"

Thinking of this, Margarita Margot took a deep breath, and she looked towards the ring and the private room.

Something called the desire to win and lose appeared in the heart of the second daughter of the Tulip family.

The desire to win and lose is very strange.

When you say no, it really doesn't matter if you lie flat.

But once it appears...

That is really unstoppable.

It's like a flood breaking a bank.

Completely lost my mind.

It also allows certain emotions to be magnified infinitely.

For example: hate.

Also for example...

Love!

Goethe could clearly see the scorching heat in Margarita Marg's eyes.

He was familiar with this scorching heat.

This is what he looked like when he looked at the money.

Did I try too hard?

Don't get me wrong!

I just love your money!

Goethe was thinking, but immediately, he entered the state.

Because, the moment Margarita Margot stepped out of the player channel, she entered the ideal state of 'love and reluctance'.

no hate.

Only love and reluctance.