Calamity Crown

"Goethe!"

Sheila cried out, tears streaming out of the frame.

For every drop of tear that falls on the earth, a lake will be smashed out.

In every lake, there is infinite vitality.

Of course, this is not the most important.

Most importantly, the maid, the policewoman, the doctor, and the swordsman saw Goethe.

Especially the little girl holding the fat orange cat tilted her head.

"dad?"

With the sound of daddy, Goethe's heart skipped two beats in fright.

However, Goethe, who has experienced real storms, remained calm.

"Solve the problem first, and then listen to my explanation."

Goethe showed a kind and sincere smile.

"Better explain."

After the female swordsman sliced ​​off the giant wolf's foot, her voice was still as cold as Goethe remembered.

"If you don't explain clearly, you will die."

The former policewoman, female killer, and now the Scarlet Queen is full of smiles, but the roar of the billions of creatures in the sea of ​​blood makes Goethe's back tighten, especially when he sees the Moth Witch being submerged. sweat.

"Goethe is Goethe, hahaha."

The frenzied fingers of the female doctor were about to touch the main cannon of the world fortress.

With one shot, the world will be wiped out.

Goethe's palms also began to sweat.

"Maria trusts the master!"

"Master must have a reason!"

The sword of the goddess Maria pierced the body of the mother witch, and after the blood sprayed out, it stained the maid's whole body, and the smile became terrifying unconsciously.

You are the scariest one.

Goethe felt that his throat was starting to dry out.

Sheila also instinctively felt something was wrong.

"Goethe, shall we run away?"

Sheila suggested.

Everyone has heard this proposal.

The eyes of the female swordsman, the scarlet queen, the crazy female doctor, and the goddess maid instantly turned to Shila.

Immediately, Sheila nearly fell from mid-air.

Scary!

Too scary!

Goethe silently applauded.

Sheila, great work!

Keep drawing fire!

Just do it!

Thinking this way in his heart, Goethe was extremely serious.

"Please trust me!"

"Let's end this war!"

The cry of victory sounded at this moment.

When the dawn fell, the war came to an end.

The witches were killed and wounded.

Mordeus, who came back from the dead, was once again lifeless.

However, they and he did not die.

Their souls are like 'source quality' flashing non-stop.

His heart was full of anger, hatred, unwilling to kill, and kept beating.

As soon as Goethe raised his hand, the bronze coffin of the Levin Islands became the best container to hold the heart. After chains locked it firmly, Goethe looked at the gleaming 'source quality'!

When feeling the heart of Modeus, these 'source quality' shone more dazzlingly.

"It's really entanglement!"

Goethe raised his hand and knocked.

The crown of fate began to vibrate slightly.

The gem of time radiates light.

A river completely composed of fate and time began to rush endlessly.

They borrow fragments from the river of time.

They borrow the shadow of the river of fate.

Both Goethe experienced.

There are also Goethes who have not experienced it, but have heard of it.

One piece after another, pieced together.

Houses, streets, neighborhoods.

one by one.

In the end, an unimaginably huge city appeared in front of Goethe.

He put the 'source quality' of thirteen witches into it, disturbing his heart with the shadow of fate.

He gave Ann the bronze coffin containing the heart of Modeus, distorting his name with the silt of time.

"Hope you don't see each other again."

Goethe said such words, and put this huge city into the river of time, allowing it to continue to grow and slowly appear.

"Won't they meet again?"

Sheila was a little unbelievable.

"Not for now."

"But the future?"

"It will definitely be. I can feel the mutual attraction of the 'source quality'. Even if I can stop the 13th life, I can't stop the 14th life—so, I am a little insurance."

Goethe smiled mysteriously.

But immediately he stopped laughing.

The female swordsman, scarlet queen, crazy female doctor, and goddess maid surrounded her.

It's time to face it.

Always face it.

Goethe took a deep breath.

He said so.

"Look, do I still have a chance?"

The female swordsman, the scarlet queen, the crazy female doctor, and the goddess maid remained silent.

Sheila scratched her head, a little unclear about the situation.

But the next moment, the girls turned pale with shock.

Because Goethe is dead.

suicidal.

Died indeed.

The shadow of death has never been stronger.

Everyone panicked to the point of being overwhelmed.

"why why?"

Maria muttered to herself, not knowing what to do.

The hand of the female swordsman holding the handle of the knife turned white.

She regretted it.

She should have given Goethe a chance.

The same regret is the Scarlet Queen.

She thought of Goethe, Goethe alive and kicking.

Not dead Goethe.

Goethe is dead, what's the point of everything.

The crazy female doctor looked at Goethe's body, and her mouth sounded unconsciously.

"Choose death?"

"Great."

"As expected of my favorite Goethe, your choices are always so unexpected!"

The crazy female doctor took out a button as she spoke, and was about to die with Goethe.

Sheila was terrified.

She climbed on top of Goethe and howled.

"Goethe! Goethe!"

"Don't die! Please don't die!"

While talking, Shira poured the water of life into Goethe's mouth, but it didn't work at all.

Goethe died, not reversed at all.

But just when everyone thought that this moment was the last, with the help of time coordinates, Goethe from 20 seconds ago came back, and the dead Goethe began to dissipate.

Everyone was taken aback, but Goethe was a little uncertain.

Although I felt that there should be no problem, I couldn't help asking again.

"Can you give me a chance?"

"I've died once."

"If you die again, you will really die."

The crowd was silent.

Finally, the female swordsman spoke first.

"Hit him!"

Immediately all the ladies gathered around and stomped on Goethe.

Among them, Shira is also included.

She was so sad just now, thinking that Goethe was really dead.

So, step on it extra hard.