Calamity Crown

Skiffins Steinbeck.

The 'fisherman' stood between the two, with disbelief and horror on his face——

Skiffins Steinbeck's dagger pierced his lower back.

[Power Crystal] Floating in the air, the rapier in the hand of the 'Madam' pierced his chest.

The exuberant life, even if the heart was smashed, even if the body was poisoned, it still didn't let the 'fisherman' die in the first place, and the gaze in his eyes became fierce and crazy.

Facing the 'lady' who was close at hand, he raised his hand and hugged her.

A trace of panic flashed across the face of the 'Madam', and she wanted to dodge.

But 'time' appeared again.

Do not!

To be precise, a fishing line was wrapped around her body just like that.

This is the line for the 'angler'.

Soaked in the 'river of time', the fishing line for an unknown period of time.

It has the power of time itself.

Inspired by the 'fisherman', it became even more terrifying.

'Ma'am' is pinned down.

Even if it's just for an instant.

But enough.

Click, click.

Amidst the sound of bone shattering, all the bones of the 'lady' were crushed by the 'fisherman', and the 'power of time' even invaded the body of the 'lady'.

'Ms' ages at a visible rate.

But 'The Lady' doesn't despair.

She has allies!

Skiffins Steinbeck!

She looked up for Skiffins Steinbeck.

She saw an ally right behind the 'angler'.

She wants her allies to help her.

Then--

Skiffins Steinbeck bowed.

"Have a nice trip, and...

Bon Voyage! "

After Skiffins Steinbeck finished speaking, a flash appeared beside Goethe.

"Isn't it good to betray your allies like this?"

Goethe asked.

"ally?"

"No no no!"

"My dear brother, the Steinbecks have never had allies and have never been traitors."

Skiffins Steinbeck replied with a smile.

Then, the two watched the death of the 'lady' like this.

After aging to the extreme.

Naturally, it is death.

And after the death of 'Lady', 'Angleman' isn't dead yet.

The opponent still breathed a sigh of relief.

The other party looked at Goethe and Skiffins Steinbeck.

"I didn't expect that the winners of this era would be the two of you."

'Angleman' grinned miserably.

Skiffins Steinbeck snorted.

"Gold, silver, bronze, black iron, the so-called era division is really ridiculous, you really believe your own lies, alas, maybe you all forgot...

Their era has never ended. "

After the words fell, thirteen figures that made the anchor world tremble appeared under the night sky.

That is, they!

of the age of mythology,

witches.

Chapter 3 We!

Thirteen breaths, each one is enough to make the anchor world tremble.

When the thirteen breaths gathered together, the anchor world began to collapse.

However, it is obvious that this is not the first time that the thirteen witches have faced such a thing. They have experienced several similar battles, and this happens every time.

Therefore, a solution has long been available.

The middle one among the thirteen witches and the one next to her raised their hands at the same time.

Suddenly, the anchor world stabilized.

The shadow of time is intertwined.

The undercurrent of fate is turbulent.

After the two met, they all subsided together.

Moreover, it is more solid.

Time, fate!

Goethe stared at the two, and he could clearly feel their control over 'time' and 'fate'.

That was beyond him.

Even though he had prepared for a long time, he was still a bit short.

"Dreadful witch."

Skiffins Steinbeck sighed again and again, but an excited smile appeared on his pale face. He glanced at the thirteen people one by one, and then took a deep breath.

"I have seen you all."

"It's an honor to meet you all."

As he spoke, Skiffins Steinbeck bowed and saluted.

The thirteen witches whose faces were shrouded in brilliance couldn't see their expressions clearly at all, but the witch who was the shortest said in a very blunt tone.

"Steinbeck, the traitor family?"

"And the smell of that guy's blood!"

"really……"

"It's like killing cockroaches, and they can't be killed cleanly."

While saying these words, this man kept looking back and forth between Goethe and Steinbeck.

Goethe's face remained unchanged.

Steinbeck is even more smiling.

he said softly.

"The Steinbeck family was never an ally and was never a traitor."

This is what he said again.

Unlike the previous statement when facing the 'lady' 'angler'.

This time, it's emphasis.

With unprecedented firmness.

"Heh, you're laughing to death."

"However, is it necessary to explain?"

"Death will come as promised, and your body, as well as your soul, will be destroyed."

"Totally and utterly destroyed!"

It was the shortest witch who spoke.

The remaining twelve witches seemed to disdain to open their mouths.

And why did they all appear?

It is due caution.

After all, it is to face the descendants of that person.

"Death? Destruction?"

"It doesn't have to be us."

Skiffins. Steinbeck retorted, while Goethe was counting 'his time'.

"He's not bad."

"And you?"

"Vulnerable!"

The thinnest witch sneered, and then her voice doubled and she continued to speak.

"and--"

"We have 13 people!"

"There are only two of you!"

"Even if it's a pretty good guy, how long can he support us in the face of all of us?"

"one second?"

"Or two seconds?"

After speaking, the thinnest witch laughed.

It's not like a lady's reserved laugh.

More like a rude man.

The voice is high pitched and rough.

Skiffins Steinbeck smiled, a very bright smile.

"2vs13?"

"No!"

"It's 3vs13!"

As soon as Skiffins Steinbeck finished speaking, somewhere in the anchor world trembled slightly.

There is--