There are really a lot of women who have relationships with the 'Mad King'.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that there are hundreds or thousands, possibly even tens of thousands!
But among such a large number, only 'they' can threaten the 'Mad King' and really go to war with him.
Witch!
A war broke out between the 'Mad King' and the 'Witch'.
Contrary to what is widely known in the history of the Anchor World, judging from the current situation, it is highly likely that the 'Mad King' has failed.
It was a disastrous defeat.
Not only was he himself impoverished, but his descendants were also cursed.
If the 'witch' can curse the descendants of the 'mad king', why can't she curse the 'mad king' himself?
Cursed for sure!
It's just that the 'Mad King' escaped!
Escaped by unknown means!
This is how we have the current 'Ailan'!
This information flashed through Goethe's mind. He looked at Alan who was staring at him and nodded.
"As expected of you."
Goethe uttered this exclamation.
Alan misunderstood again.
She looked at Goethe, her tone still maintaining that pretended indifference.
"So what are you going to do?"
"Do you think you can beat me?"
Goethe laughed out loud.
To be honest, Goethe has not yet determined how much of the Mad King's memory Alan has inherited, but Alan must be exactly the same as the Mad King in terms of pretense!
"Well, how do you know if you don't try?"
Goethe coughed lightly.
Alan's face froze.
The situation was a little different from what she had imagined.
Fighting seemed inevitable.
That……
It’s better to strike first!
Alan grasped the bone sword and stabbed Goethe.
And in the field of vision that only Goethe could see, [Principal's Rights III] still did not respond.
"Still no response?"
“Could it be…”
A guess suddenly occurred to Goethe.
At this moment, the bone sword that Alan stabbed at him suddenly changed.
The sharp sword blade exploded directly.
Bang!
The sword blade turned into needles as thin as cow hair, a total of one thousand and eighty of them, directly covering Goethe, and the hilt of the sword was thrown away by Alan.
Special waves spread from the hilt of the sword.
White light flickered in the invisible force field.
The former bound Goethe's body.
The latter would have blinded Goethe.
However, these are not Alan's trump cards.
The real killer is the potion in Alan's hand.
The medicine bloomed a heart-pounding black color inside the test tube.
The black color kept rolling. It was clearly inside the test tube, but it enveloped Alan's hand like smoke. Then, the increasingly dark black color turned into...
An eyeball!
An eyeball as big as a basketball!
The white of the eye occupies the vast majority, with a golden-red vertical pupil in the middle!
Van der Sar and Count Tim only took a look at the potion, and then stepped back uneasily, with a hint of doubt in their eyes. When the eyeball appeared, Count Tim cried out in surprise.
"'Doomsday'?!"
"careful!"
The old woman began to flatter Goethe, but with the flashing of [Principal's Power III], the other party's malice became more and more intense.
It was obvious that the old woman still did not mean what she said.
And deep in the old woman's eyes, a hint of expectation emerged.
As long as Mordod is dead, the 'college' will still be hers!
Everything will return to normal!
After all, it was 'Doomsday'!
It was a tool that the Empire had spent a lot of effort to refine specifically to deal with the "Principal".
Based on the saliva and blood of the last swamp black dragon 'Gomor' in history, and incorporating the eyeball of a Cyclops - this is a treasure of the royal family.
How did it come about?
The old woman didn't know.
But she knew that this eyeball had all kinds of magical and terrifying effects.
The simplest way is that the person holding this eyeball can make it shoot out a laser that can penetrate one-meter thick steel.
If you are highly adaptable, you can also see into other people's hearts.
If the adaptability is higher, the power of this eyeball can cleanse the body of the holder, making him strong quickly.
If you reach the highest level, you will be able to see the shadow of the 'Cyclops' and gain a hint of inheritance.
The reason why it is confirmed that this eyeball belongs to the 'Cyclops' is because of this phantom and inheritance.
Unfortunately, with the exception of the founding emperor of the empire, no other member of the royal family could reach the highest level, not even the next level.
According to records, the last time a royal member holding the Cyclops' eyeball and seeing into other people's hearts appeared was seventy-five years ago.
after?
It takes a lot of effort to stimulate the Cyclops' eyes to shoot out scorching lasers.
Normally, the royal family just has to wait for someone with talent to appear.
But then 'College' showed up!
'Principal' Modeus appears!
Everything changed naturally.
You know, before the appearance of the 'Academy', the eyeball of the Cyclops had always been regarded by the people in the other world as the most magical thing in the world.
Now?
Be in an inferior position.
The old emperor made changes immediately.
The other party summoned the royal alchemist and followed the inherited method to make the Cyclops' eye simpler and more practical.
In fact, after successful refining, it is indeed simple and practical.
But when facing the 'Principal' Modeus, he still failed.
Afterwards, the 'Doomsday Meteor' became the property of the 'Academy' and disappeared with the disappearance of the 'Principal' Modus - most people believed that Shield had taken the item for himself.
The old woman has always thought so.
But when Alan took out the 'Meteor of Doom', everything started to make sense.
Because, Alan is the 'Principal' Modeus.
Looking at Goethe, who was covered by the needles, bound by the force field, and shining brightly, Alan raised the "Meteor of Doom" in his hand.
“Go to hell!”
She growled.
A red light immediately appeared in the shadow of the eyeball in his hand.
laugh!
The scorching rays, as thick as a finger, were directed at Goethe.
Then--
Bang!
With the sound of a crisp snap of fingers, the scorching ray missed the target.
The ox-hair needles, the force field restraints, and the dazzling brilliance were all in vain.
Goethe teleported behind Alan .
Alan turned around immediately.
But at this moment, a hole suddenly appeared on the flat ground, and Alan, who was turning around, immediately lost his balance.
Alan was startled and raised his hands to support himself, trying to roll over sideways.
But just as her palms supported the ground, the hard stone ground instantly turned into a quagmire.
Alan was caught off guard and fell directly into the quagmire, looking miserable.
[Principal's Rights I]!
Unlike the direct absorption of vitality by [Principal's Power III], the first half of [Principal's Power I] seems to be "constructive" and has no power at all, but it is this daily existence that is the most deadly.
The surface of the quagmire is dark, but the surface is extremely soft.
Alan's face changed drastically.
Because she smelled that familiar scent.
It is the smell of fermented feces.
She was too familiar with this smell, as she cooperated with the old woman to conceal her existence.
She is more familiar with...
flame!
A flame appeared on Goethe's finger.
"No!"
Alan shouted.
Goethe then flicked the flame from his fingertips into the methane septic tank.
boom!
The violent explosion was deafening.
But there was no flying around.
An enclosed stone house was placed inside the methane septic tank, making the force of the explosion more concentrated and more powerful, and in the end, Alan would be the only one to enjoy it.
Count Tim stared at the battle in front of him in amazement.
The middle-aged earl had never thought that fighting could be like this.
Then, looking at Goethe standing there, the middle-aged count couldn't help but quietly move back half a step.
He swore that he would never be an enemy of Goethe in his life.
He would rather die!
And never be thrown into the cesspool!
Not to mention, the pit could explode!
and!
Alan just shouted "No"!
When you shout out loud, you naturally have to open your mouth!
The manure pit just happened to explode, and shit flew everywhere...
vomit!
Earl Tim suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.
The old woman next to her had a dark face.
Unlike Count Tim's nausea and vomiting, the old woman estimated the situation between her and Goethe and confirmed that it was basically impossible for her to take back the "Academy" from the other party.
This made the old woman extremely uncomfortable.
Also, I am unwilling to accept this!
She can't give up!
There must be a way!
The old woman told herself this, her eyes fixed on the battlefield, looking for an opportunity.
Then she saw an extremely happy smile on Goethe's face.
Goethe was certainly delighted!
Not only because he experienced the fighting convenience of the bastard in the 'Inner Bay', but also because he did what he said - he said he would throw the 'Mad King' into the cesspool!
Now, it's been thrown in!
Although there is no way to drown the opponent, but... he will try his best to starve him to death!
Boom!
Boom!
Following Goethe's wishes, the shit in the pit under the stone house began to spin, just like a toilet with the flush button pressed. The shit spun and pulled Alan deeper into the pit.
Then, the stone house turned into stone slabs, and the shit on the upper layer began to solidify.
And it spread rapidly downwards.
Soon he caught up with Alan.
Looking at the shit that had solidified into stone, Alan definitely didn't want to be humiliated and sealed in the shit pit underground, so she swung the 'Meteor of Doom' in her hand violently.
Buzz!
The scorching rays went upwards again.
It was only as thick as a finger before, but now it has become as thick as a water tank.
In order to escape from the current predicament, Alan did not hold back and almost drove the 'Meteor of Doom' at super power.
boom!
The sealed ground was opened.
Alan jumped out.
Earl Tim and the old woman dodged again and again.
Not only does it smell, but there's also shit on my body.
They don't want to be contaminated.
Goethe did not dodge.
A glass house protected him firmly, avoiding the impact. There were even two wipers on it, which began to quickly clean the stains on the walls of the glass house.
Alan, who was in the air, saw this scene and felt deeply humiliated.
She was already angry, and at this moment it was like a volcano erupting.
"Moldod!"
“You never know who you’re facing!”
"I am Modeus, the strongest!"
Alan shouted loudly, and the 'Meteor of Doom' in his hand shot out scorching rays again.
Bang!
Another snap of fingers.
Goethe dodged it easily.
However, the firing of the scorching rays did not stop.
Instead, the rays continued.
With the help of the reaction force of the rays, Alan flew higher and higher.
It was obvious that Alan was not trying to attack at this time.
But to get rid of the disadvantages in terrain!
Otherwise, the scene just now will be repeated.
"The scope of the 'Academy' is not just the ground."
Goethe looked at Alan flying up and couldn't help laughing.
As Goethe laughed, rolling logs and rocks appeared in the sky above the 'Academy' and flew directly towards Alan. Alan was unable to dodge and was about to hit.
Click!
Buzz buzz buzz!
A propeller suddenly extended from her back.
Seeing this scene, both the old lady and Earl Tim were stunned. They had never expected that Alan would use this method to avoid the attack from the sky.
“T-This?”
Earl Tim couldn't even organize his words effectively.
In fact, since entering the "Academy", Earl Tim thought he had seen and experienced too many shocking things, especially after the explosion of the cesspool just now, Earl Tim thought he would never be surprised again.
But now, the earl was still shocked.
"Is Alan still human?"
Earl Tim couldn't help but groan.
The old woman remained silent, her eyes flickering.
Goethe on the side said with a smile.
"she?"
"Of course not!"
"You don't really think that 'Principal' Modeus has really turned into a woman?"
"Although to some extent, that is the case, but how should the then 'Principal' Modeus choose a suitable woman?"
“It’s difficult.”
“So, he chose manufacturing.”
"Just like Tom, Jerry, War, and Killing puppets were created, Alan was created."
Goethe looked at Alan flying in the sky and told him his guess.
And at this moment, under his relentless pressure, the other party finally revealed this trump card.
However, the opponent's gloomy eyes told Goethe that the opponent had a bigger trump card.
That was the trump card Goethe had expected.
After all, Goethe had not forgotten why the 'Mad King' chose a female puppet.
"You think you know me well?"
Alan asked in a grim voice.
"Personality? Thinking?"
“ I don’t understand .”
"However, as for body structure, I know it well. After all, you should be similar to Jerry, right?"
Goethe shrugged and continued to provoke Alan with words.
This kind of provocation is quite effective.
Or rather...
Alan didn't hesitate.
"Although I will be weakened after this blow, it is enough to kill you!"
Alan said this.
"oh?"
"You don't plan to seize the 'Institute'?"
"After all, you have been holding it in for this!"
Goethe asked with a smile.
"I certainly won't give up 'College'!"
"I will recover from my weakness as the ruler of the Paradise Hotel. Then, I will seize the Academy again. Let's deal with Moldodd first, and then we can fight on our own. How about that?"
Alan said as he looked towards the old woman.
The old woman nodded decisively.
The light of the contract flickered between the two.
"Ms. Van der Sar..."
"This is an internal matter of the 'College'. Please do not get involved, Lord Earl."
The old woman, who thought she could not deal with Goethe alone, interrupted Count Tim and stood in Alan's camp without hesitation.
With the constraints of the contract, Alan immediately let go.
The 'power' hidden in her core burst forth.
This 'power' is only a trace.
But it is enough to destroy the world.
The whole 'academy' was shaking, Goethe felt unprecedented pressure, whispers rang in his ears, and a woman's phantom appeared before his eyes.
Goethe could not see the other person's face clearly.
But I could feel that extremely terrifying aura.
It was like suddenly opening your eyes and finding yourself on the edge of a cliff.
Palpitations!
As the shadow of the woman slowly raised her hand and was about to point it at him, Goethe's blood began to run cold.
Will die!
Once someone points his finger at me, I will definitely die!
Such an epiphany arose in Goethe's heart.
I must not let this woman's shadow point at me!
call!
He took a deep breath and looked at the old woman.
"Vandersa, please don't forget that you are a teacher at the 'Academy'."
Goethe reminded the old woman.
"I'm sorry, Mordow."
"I'm a teacher at the 'Academy'."
"But precisely because I am a teacher at the 'Academy', I cannot give up the 'Academy'."
A look of false regret appeared on the old woman's face.
Goethe laughed again.
"As long as you admit that you are a teacher at the 'Academy'."
The old woman was stunned and instinctively felt that something was wrong.
But it's too late.
Goethe straightened his face and gave a loud command.
"Vandersa, block this attack for me!"
Suddenly——
[Principal's Rights II] starts flashing.