Volume 3: The Secret of the Door Chapter 37: Three strikes to split the sky and cut off descendants!
There is a large island in the 'Inner Bay', called Calgaron Island.
It is located between the northern city of 'Schönburg' and the port city of 'Port of Marne' in Fabre.
Because of its special geographical location, this island is basically a "no man's land", gathering a large number of wanted criminals from the North, Faber and other countries, as well as an even larger number of indigenous people.
These wanted criminals built a town on the island and had occasional conflicts with the natives, but they adhered to the principle of never plundering Northland and Faber merchant ships.
They are even willing to provide fresh water and food supplies to merchant ships.
More willing to provide some entertainment services for sailors on merchant ships.
Because it’s not just about making money.
It can also be exchanged for supplies that are not available on Calgaron Island.
Maki is a 'native' of Calgaron Island, but unlike the natives, his father Machu was stranded on Calgaron Island twenty-five years ago.
Then, he married a girl from the island and had him.
Of course, Maki has always been skeptical about this.
Because many people told him that his father, Machu, brought him with him when he came to the island.
Machi doesn't care about this.
Anyway, he knew that his father treated him badly.
When he was able to be independent, he simply killed the old bastard, inherited his house and all his property, and at the same time, began to build his own power.
Maki had dreamed of unifying the island of Calgaron as early as the age of sixteen.
Or to be more precise...ambition.
He wants to dominate the entire Calgaron Island!
He wants to be the king of 'Inner Bay'!
He wants to show those corrupt island rulers what real strength is!
That's what he thought.
That's what we do.
He accumulated strength and power day and night.
And when the natives on Calgaron Island showed unusual movements recently, he knew that the opportunity had come - those natives should be looking for someone to make the entire Calgaron Island restless.
The guards on the island were withdrawn one after another.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
First, control the military camp on the island, then control the families of the rulers, and then, control...
A complete plan appeared in Maki's mind.
pity,
He is dead.
Just as he stood on the top and shouted, a huge ghost wolf bit off his neck.
Crack!
The crisp sound echoed in his ears.
In his last vision, hundreds of ghost wolves appeared silently on the Island of Calgaron.
How come there are wolves on the island?
Maki never figured it out until his death.
Same thing with the guys with Machi.
The climate on Calgaron Island is pleasant, even hot and humid , so it's not surprising to see snakes, but wolves?
It's impossible.
But the wolf appeared.
It's still Ghost Wolf!
The tall, strong, yet illusory ghost wolves walked out of the shadows one by one, rushing towards the target pointed by their master, and all the obstacles they encountered along the way...
Kill without mercy!
The undead's hatred of the living.
Wolves and dogs are loyal to their owners.
Make them carry out orders meticulously.
In particular, a group of more than a dozen werewolves were charging forward.
These are all reliable subordinates that Goethe collected in the 'Secret Academy'.
During the eighteen years, these subordinates have made indelible contributions to Goethe in maintaining the stability of the 'Secret Academy'. To some extent, they have far exceeded the 'secret guards'.
After all, with the help of the [Celtic Blood Sacrifice. White Wolf (Alienation. Perfection)] effect, the [Wolf Pack] and the [Wolf Spirit]'s mutual blessing, these evil wolves, demon dogs, and werewolves are not afraid of death at all.
Even if he died, he would reappear under Goethe's command and fight more fiercely.
Moreover, as time passed, over the past decade or so, under the special nourishment of the [Wolf Spirit], they became increasingly powerful.
The leading
The wolves, dogs, and werewolves under their command vary in strength.
But it is also quite considerable.
What matters most is quantity.
1024 of them!
All of them have extraordinary combat power!
What's special about this number?
This is the limit of what Goethe's mind and body can feed now!
Exceeding this number will affect him!
The natives who received the order from 'God' were about to go out to sea to intercept, but before they could really take any action, they were stopped by this special group of undead spirits.
The tall third-level werewolf appeared in front of the natives with a roar, attracting the attention of all the natives.
The demon dog jumped out from the shadows and bit off the neck of one of the two third-level natives.
The leading giant wolf ignored the remaining third-level combat force of the natives and rushed into the low-level combat force of the natives, biting and tearing the enemy apart with a devastating attitude.
The ghost wolves, ghost dogs, and ghost werewolves following the three leaders broke through the natives' formation like a hot knife through butter, broke into the natives' temple, and smashed the statue.
This scene left the rulers of Calgaron Island stunned.
"Chief?"
The tax collector on the island looked at this scene and stuttered to ask the King of Calgaron Island, 'Esenker' beside him.
"This is not a battle we can participate in..."
"They also took out that bastard Machi."
"Maybe they mean no harm."
Once a noble of Lidar, Eisenkol maintained a self-proclaimed elegance even after being exiled. That was the absolute confidence in his strength. Compared with the North, he was a true third-level professional, one of the best on the island. Even if he couldn't win, he could always run away. It was because of this confidence that Eisenkol was able to maintain his elegance.
But now the King of Calgaron Island had a look of helplessness on his face.
He didn't know where these giant wolves came from.
It was just like he had no idea that there were two third-level professionals among the natives.
"Should I run now?"
"Lidar can't go back. Fabol and the North are not safe."
"How about going to Yatuk?"
Eisenkol thought.
While the King of Calgaron Island was thinking, a loud noise suddenly came from the rocky beach under the cliff in the distance.
boom!
The sound caused tinnitus in everyone's ears.
What was even more terrifying was that the surging aura made everyone turn pale and collapse to the ground.
Pressure!
Just like the might of a legendary dragon, everyone lost their ability to move at this moment.
"What, what is this?"
Eisenkol shouted in despair.
He never thought that he would encounter such a terrible thing on the Island of Calgaron.
He couldn't even resist.
Eisenker is like this.
His subordinates were trembling all over.
Some of them even had shit and urine flowing together.
Everyone looked towards the cliff, wondering what had happened.
Wheezing! Wheezing!
Goethe gasped for breath.
The [Blood Slaughter Blade] that had just emitted a large blood-red light showed a hint of dimness at this time. The sound of the sword rang out again, and the feeling of grievance became more and more obvious.
1200ksw" 1200ksw
Nice felt extremely distressed when he saw this scene.
Just now!
A large blood-red light burst out from [Blood Slaughter Blade], causing Goethe's speed to increase rapidly.
At a speed beyond his expectations, it rushed straight to Calgaron Island.
The ambush that should have been on the island did not appear!
what happens?
Nice frowned slightly.
He wanted to investigate the natives, but when the idol was destroyed, he lost his eyes.
A trace of uneasiness made Nice stop.
He stepped on the waves and looked at Goethe who was gasping for breath.
Goethe lay on his back, his chest rising and falling, holding the [Blood Blade] tightly in his hand. When he found that Nice did not catch up, he did not feel disappointed at all.
On the contrary, Goethe was filled with joy.
Because his inference was correct!
The trident in the opponent's hand can control the 'inner bay'.
But it's just the water in the 'inner bay'.
The land in the 'Inner Bay' is not under the control of the other side.
Otherwise, the other party would not have kept a group of natives and built their own "statue" as eyes.
In fact, Goethe, using the eyes of the [Blood Raven Spirit], knew that he had the greatest advantage after seeing the "statue".
And now?
It’s time to convert your advantages!
Thinking of this, Goethe gritted his teeth and climbed up from the rocky beach.
He used the [Blood Slaughter Blade] as a crutch to support his body.
He turned his head and looked at Nice.
The opponent was wearing half-body golden scale armor, with long hair draped over his shoulders. The trident in his hand had a lot of rust on it, but it did not hinder the powerful aura of the trident.
Huge and heavy.
It was as if he saw all the sea water in the 'inner bay' rolling into the sky and crashing towards him.
So powerful!
Goethe laughed.
"You can't step onto land!"
“This time…”
"I still win!"
Goethe stimulated Nice with these words.
He did not give Nice a chance to speak, he raised his middle finger at him and said in a higher voice: "This is the second time, next time! I promise to chop off your head!"
After saying this, Goethe turned around and left without staying any longer.
But the next moment, Goethe fell to the side.
whoosh!
A bubble grazed his scalp and landed heavily on the ground in front of him.
boom!
Amidst the huge roar, the rocky beach turned directly into a huge puddle of water.
Seeing the gathering of sea water, Goethe, who had been smiling the moment before, suddenly changed his expression and crawled towards a farther and drier place.
The posture was very embarrassing.
It was precisely because of this awkward posture of using both hands and feet that Nice suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.
"An accident happened on the island, but it has nothing to do with Goethe Wein."
"It must be Eisenkol who is causing trouble."
"Humph, if I hadn't left you a target to conceal your whereabouts, I would have killed you long ago. How dare you attack my 'temple' now?"
"I'll take out Goethe Wein first, and you'll be next!"
Nice thought to himself and stepped forward.
He would have killed Goethe.
Then, kill Eisenkol.
then?
Naturally, he would support one of Eisenkol's men to continue managing Calgaron Island - 'they' have 'their' rules, and seclusion from the world is one of them.
Although Nice was dissatisfied with this.
But he had to comply.
Certainly not because he was one of 'them'.
It was simply because among 'them' there was someone he couldn't afford to offend.
When I think of those guys...
Nice couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
But immediately, he became excited again.
if!
If he got the [Blood Slaughter Blade]!
Maybe I’ll have a chance to compete with those guys!
Thinking of this, Nice couldn't help it anymore.
He flashed and appeared in front of Goethe, stabbing straight at him with the trident in his hand.
At this time, Goethe's eyes showed madness.
He roared like a wild animal cornered into a corner.
"kill!"
With a low roar, the "blood power" that frightened Nice once again appeared on the [Blood Slaughter Blade].
clang!
The trident was raised up, directly blocking the attack.
A ripple burst out from the collision point of [Blood Slaughter Blade] and the trident, and the color changed from nothing to white, forming an exaggerated shock wave. The reefs and sea water under the feet were directly blown away, and even the cliffs on the side had cracks that were big enough to put an arm into.
"Hahaha!"
"Goethe Wayne, is this your last bit of strength?"
Nice couldn't help laughing when he saw Goethe holding the [Blood Blade] in front of him and trying to press down but was powerless.
At this time, he was completely relieved.
Goethe had used up the last of his strength.
As for the rest, you don’t need to think too much about it.
"The [Blood Slaughter Blade] is mine!"
"Here, you!"
As he said this, Nice turned the trident in his hand over, and turned the blade of [Blood Blade] outward. The shaft of the trident rubbed the blade all the way forward until it touched the sword guard.
bite!
With a crisp sound, Nice grabbed Goethe's sword-holding hand with his other hand.
"Oh, I got you."
Nice said with a victorious attitude.
But then, one of 'them', who called himself 'God of Inner Bay', discovered something was wrong.
There was no despair and unwillingness in Goethe's eyes or on his face that he was familiar with.
Instead, a smile appeared on his face.
"No!"
"I caught you!"
Goethe finally waited for the chance, loosened his hand, let the [Bloody Blade] fall to the ground, grabbed Nice with his backhand, and then kicked him up.
"Open the sky!"
Goethe growled.
Stronger and more powerful than before, the energy and blood force covered the entire leg and kicked Nice's crotch with an unstoppable force.
Bang!
"Uh-huh!"
Amid the muffled sound, Nice let out a strange cry.
Crush the eggs with one hit!
But that’s not all!
"Open the sky!"
Goethe kicked again.
Crush the roots again!
In severe pain, Nice struggled backwards, but Goethe's palm seemed to be grown on his palm. He exerted force suddenly, and over a hundred [body] made the opponent's struggle futile, and rushed towards Goethe again.
"Open the sky!"
The third leg!
Not only were Nice's balls and penis broken, but this time even most of his hip bones were broken.
The whole person fell into a brief daze because of the pain.
Buzz!
The [Bloody Blade] that fell to the ground jumped up with a buzzing sound and fell into Goethe's other hand. The scarlet blood power covered the sword, making it instantly sharp.
Goethe took advantage of the situation and stabbed forward.
puff!
