Calamity Crown

2022-04-07

Chapter 197 Adapt to Little Graz!

Hessings, outside.

The night sky, down.

The war rages on, beside.

One white and one black two figures confront each other.

The white silhouette is tall and strong, far exceeding ordinary people, and the minions are blooming with cold glow under the reflection of firelight.

No one will doubt the power of the white silhouette.

Because, the white silhouette is called Herman!

Having mastered the ‘Secret Technique’ of the Wolfe royal family, as an exile, he became one of the Wolfe royal family and the heir to the Wolfe royal family – in the war against Lane, he took the lead and conquered the city.

At least 20 Lane generals died at Herman’s hands.

Among them are mystic people with transcendent powers.

Confidence builds from battle to battle.

In the end, the heart of winning is achieved!

Hellman never doubted that he could take Lane in 28 days.

At least, a moment ago.

And now?

Hellman was a little shaken.

He lifted his head and looked at Goethe.

Look at Goethe, who is taller, stronger, and sharper than he is.

Hellman froze.

He’s kind of not knowing what to do.

In fact, all people don’t know what to do.

Lane people, Wolfe people alike.

They looked at the silhouette of black in that scene, as if they were in a dream.

“How is it possible?”

“How is this possible?”

“Why did Marple use the Wolfe Royal Family’s Secret Technique?”

Sirik muttered to himself.

Mumblings like this represent the thoughts of everyone in the Wolfe Army—why is the Wolfe Royal Family’s Secret Technique mastered by outsiders? Do not! wrong! Those who have mastered the Wolfe Royal Family Secret Technique should be one of the Wolfe Royal Family members!

And…

Looking at Goethe’s 4-meter-tall, sturdy and powerful limbs, some senior members of the Wolfe army suddenly had some guesses in their hearts.

However, none of this has anything to do with Goethe.

At this moment, he pressed Herman to the ground and beat him violently.

peng~ peng~ peng~ peng~ bang!

sharp claw fell on Herman like howling wind and torrential rain.

Suddenly, Herman’s blood was blurred.

Hellman is fighting back.

But the incomparably powerful power in the past seems so helpless at this moment, even Goethe’s skin can’t be scratched – with the increase of Goethe’s [body], [Kyle’s special blood sacrifice technique. Wolf (Incapacitated)]’s effect has long been increased to the point that when you change into werewolf form, you gain a sharp claw that can resist explosive-level fur and bullet-level attacks.

Although the extra [body] +1 has not changed.

But enough is enough.

Covered with [Spirit Armor] and werewolf’s own fur, double anti-explosive shields, Herman’s minions are really like scratching a tickling for Goethe.

And Goethe’s paw fell on Herman?

It’s like a knife cutting butter!

One knife, one piece!

Clean and neat!

This scene is so unbearable to watch.

That’s right!

I just can’t bear to look straight at it!

Many people turned their heads subconsciously as they watched Goethe beat Herman.

Awful!

It’s so sad!

It’s like Chihuahua meets Tibetan Mastiff.

Both are adults and both have claws and teeth.

But the difference in body size and the difference in strength brought about, so everything becomes no suspense.

After more than ten seconds, Herman lost his breath.

A member of the Wolfe royal family, the heir to the king, died outside the city of Hastings.

Goethe stood up again, and charged into Wolfe’s camp with a vertical leap.

“Stop him!”

“Shoot! Shoot!”

The waking Wolfe officers loudly shouted.

Fuck it! It’s sizzling!

Goethe, who had accumulated enough [Berserk Thunder] in Herman for a long time, immediately chose to release it, one after another, a stout white python-like current centered on Goethe and ran towards all directions, those early The members of the Wolfe mystic force who thought they had no weak spot, didn’t even snort, and they all turned into coke.

And the common soldier’s skeleton doesn’t exist.

Meanwhile—

gā gā gā!

With ominous tweets, thousands of crows fell from the sky.

Volvo soldiers were in a hurry.

Goethe took this opportunity to rush to the target: a man in a military uniform with a large gold star on his shoulders.

This is the target locked with the [Blood Raven Spirit] vision.

The other party has been surrounded by a group of people.

Even when Herman appeared on the battlefield, he respected each other.

A great character without a doubt!

At this moment, when the other party faced Goethe, his face was also quite calm.

Even with panic in his eyes.

But it’s also fleeting.

“I think…”

pu!

Goethe waved his paw the moment he opened his mouth.

“Marshal Heine is dead!”

“Marshal Heine is dead!”

There were such shouts among the Wolfe soldiers, and all were Seeing that the tall black silhouette came out with a human head, that human head was Marshal Heine who had just rushed to the front line to inspect the secret weapon today.

When the head was thrown at the feet of the Wolfe Soldier, the Wolfe Soldier’s morale plummeted.

When another group of soldiers fell for no reason because of Goethe [Despaire Gaze], the morale of Wolfe soldiers dropped again.

Volvo soldiers completely collapsed when a Fireball rose from Goethe’s wolf claws and threw it into the ammunition depot, illuminating the night sky with Heavenly Fire light.

“Ahhhh!”

“demon wolf!”

“The wolf of division!”

The barracks of the entire Wolfe vanguard were bombed .

All Wolfe soldiers became not knowing what to do.

Some tenacious ones continue to fight.

Some timid ones choose to run away.

The Wolfe vanguard was rout when several officers who organized the attack were named by Goethe.

“Kill!”

Lanster and the others shouted and charged.

The remnants of the garrison of Hessings were dispatched, chasing after Wolfe’s more than 30,000 vanguards.

Chased for ten miles.

The Wolfe Vanguard fled without armour.

The garrison of Hessings stopped pursuing.

They began to return to Hastings to clean up the battlefield.

Every garrison looked respectfully towards the black silhouette on the battlefield.

Whether it’s the militia, reserves, or the remnants of the White Lion Legion.

Even Sirik, the advisor, bowed and saluted at the black silhouette.

“Your Majesty Marple, Your Majesty would like to see you soon.”

The advisor whispered.

Goethe nods his cloak, takes the cloak beside him, and turns back into a human form—he doesn’t have the kind of big pants that can be stretched and shrunk at will, after all, his clothes and coats are all broken into pieces.

After glancing at Lanster and the others, Goethe turned and followed Sirik towards the castle.

Looking at Goethe’s back, the crowd suddenly cheered —

“Win!”

“Long live Your Excellency Marple!”

The sound was sudden.

But then, mountain cry out and sea howl.

“Win! Win!”

“Long live Your Excellency Marple!”

The voice spread from near to far, from outside the city to the inside, all Hesse The citizens of Tins took to the streets, standing in the dark, watching the black voice, casting respectful eyes, and giving the most sincere blessings.

Among them were commoners, nobles, and beggars.

Among them were farmers, artisans, and disabled soldiers.

They were painters, sculptors, and bards.

The artist picked up the brush and began to paint the moment.

The sculptor closed his eyes and shook his fingers.

And the bards were even more improvised-

“The lion looks at the steppe.”

“Lane shelters Hesse.”

“When Lane is in danger, there must be a hero—”

“In the moonlight, he is tall and strong.”

“In the dark, He manipulates thunder and fire.”

“He shelters Hessings.”

“He protects our home.”

“We should Praise him.”

“We should remember his name—”

“Poirot .Marple!”

“He’s Wolfe’s Divided Wolf !”

“He’s also the savior of Lane!”

The bard’s singing came from his ears, can’t be called nice, even a little awkward , but everyone sang along – the fear, depression of war, released in this brief moment.

Cheers and laughter.

unfolded in this brief moment.

Then…

Weeping softly.

The war took away their husbands, brothers, fathers or friends.

They have a reason to cry.

No one can stop it.

in the sky I don’t know when it started to rain.

The painter stopped his brush and the sculptor looked up.

The bards played their harps again.

“Cry, cry, we-“

“We bid farewell to our loved ones.”

“We bid farewell to friends.”

“Morning with us at night.”

“The rain sees them off.”

“Our thoughts will be sent by the wind.”

“Our eyes will be on the direction you’re going.”

“My dear friends, please walk quickly, don’t stop.”

“My dear ones , my friends, walk slowly, please take a look back.”

“May we meet in the land of the afterlife!”

“May we protect each other!”

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……

The singing drifted into the distance with the night wind.

Goethe walked into the castle listening to this song.

The moment Little Graz saw Goethe, he ran over – the young king did not have any restraint, so he took Goethe’s hand, kissed the back of Goethe’s hand, and used the most sincere words said: “Lord Marple, can I call you father?”

“After my father passed away suddenly, I was deeply terrified.”

“And your presence, let me I once again felt the sense of security with my father by my side.”

“Please don’t refuse a request from a young child, Adoptive Father!”

Said, the young The king, without waiting for Goethe’s response, just one-knee kneels.

“Thanks to the Adoptive Father for rushing back, saving Hessings and saving the entire Lane.”

“As the King of Lane, on behalf of the entire Lane, I express to you Thank you.”

“I’m young and incapable and need a real elder to help me manage Lane.”

“You’re the right person.”

“Lane’s Regent King, no one can do it except you.”

The young king looked at Goethe earnestly.

There were even tears in his eyes.

At this point, Goethe suddenly understood why Little Graz had inherited the throne of King Lane instead of Andinan – it wasn’t that Andinan was in a coma or not.

Rather, even if Andinan was awake.

The throne of the king must also be Little Graz’s.

Because, this youngster…

Be adaptable!

And, shameless!

In each other, Goethe really sees a shadow of himself – when he was in his hometown ‘club’, he was a little bit like him.

Coupled with his future plans, a proper identity is indeed needed.

So—

“en. ”

(end of chapter)