Under the full moon.
The beast's blood boils.
Goethe had never felt the true power of [Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Wolf's Disaster] at the full moon, even if it was incomplete, alienation was enough to make up for it.
huff!
Goethe opened his fang-filled mouth and exhaled a breath of hot air.
He raised his claws and gently slid them across the brick wall, leaving behind huge, hideous claw marks.
The solid brick wall is like tofu.
Torn apart silently.
And Goethe disappeared.
Under normal circumstances, the werewolf transformed by [Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Wolf's Disaster] has the [Silent] characteristic.
With the blessing of [Moonlight], this characteristic is increased by +2.
But that’s not the point.
The point is, under the blessing of [Moonlight], the werewolf transformed by [Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Wolf's Disaster] has leaped from having fur that can resist 'destruction' level and claws and teeth that can resist 'destruction' level attacks to 'dragon' level!
'Dragon' level!
Goethe finally saw the power above the absolute level.
And now, he is also trying this power——
"Um?"
"Wolf?"
The 'bartender' frowned slightly.
It's not that this member of "them" had never seen a werewolf-like transformation. On the contrary, to some extent, he was quite familiar with this kind of werewolf transformation.
Because, among 'them' there are 'wolves'.
only……
The werewolf that Goethe transformed into seemed even scarier than a wolf.
However, the 'bartender' did not back down.
He has confidence in himself.
Have faith in 'them' too.
You know, at this moment in Fapol's capital 'Sack', he is not the only one.
Those guys were there too.
Moreover, we all owe favors to others.
No hesitation.
The 'bartender' sent out a distress signal.
He believed that as long as he could hold on for a dozen seconds, those guys would come.
Definitely!
Because they all wanted to repay his favor and complete the 'contract'.
so--
"A man who fights alone will always be a reckless man."
The 'bartender' sighed.
A glass of wine appeared in his hand, and the moonlight in the sky became brighter and brighter, to the point of being dazzling, and white flames appeared within the range of the moonlight.
The house, the ground, and the furniture were all wrapped in it.
But it didn't burn.
Instead, those who fainted were turned into ashes directly.
Just a moment.
After transforming into a wolf, Goethe, who appeared behind the "bartender", was also enveloped by white flames.
"Oh."
"The fire of the moonlight has a fatal effect on living things."
The 'bartender' smiled.
Once again he felt sure of victory.
So much so that even when his body was torn apart by Goethe's claws, this smile still remained on his face.
puff!
Blood spurted out.
Viscera are flowing everywhere.
The 'bartender' who was split in two widened his eyes in disbelief.
Almost instinctively, the 'bartender' looked for healing wine, but the chaos brought by [Wolfsbane] made him flustered.
Goethe's [Luck] flickered again.
The bartender made a mistake in his haste——
Coodong, coodong!
"Oops, I drank the wrong drink!"
The 'bartender' exclaimed as the liquor entered his throat.
But it was too late.
The resulting backlash mixed with toxins paralyzed the bartender's body and brain, allowing Goethe to easily remove his head.
Holding the opponent's head, Goethe, who had transformed into a wolf, opened his mouth full of fangs.
"You know nothing about power!"
After saying that, Goethe leaped to the door of the tavern.
Just then, Skiffins Steinbeck pushed the door open.
The two looked at each other.
They chose to retreat without any hesitation.
And less than ten seconds after the two left, the 'gentleman' appeared here.
He looked at the body of the 'bartender' on the ground with a frown on his face.
impossible!
This is impossible!
It only took twenty seconds from the time the bartender gave the signal to when he arrived here.
Kill the 'bartender' in twenty seconds?
Absolutely impossible!
There can't be such a person in this world!
The 'Gentleman' inspected the scene, and when he saw the claw marks and then the wounds on the 'bartender', the 'Gentleman' frowned.
"Wolf?"
'Gentleman' muttered to himself.
His ally at the moment emerged in his mind: the wolf!
In his opinion, only the other party has such ability and opportunity.
Become a wolf.
Create an accident and sneak attack the 'bartender'.
Thoughts one after another appeared in the gentleman's mind.
Then, the 'gentleman' began to erase the traces.
Not just because 'Wolf' is his ally now.
Also because he sensed a glimmer of opportunity.
Thinking of this, the 'gentleman's' mouth curled up unconsciously.
He looked into the distance!
There, the battle between the 'woodcutter', 'pharmacist', 'farmer', 'hunter' and Faber VII was still going on, and it was getting more and more intense.
"What a hot-tempered king."
"You totally ignore the fact that this is your country."
"but……"
"That's fine."
Having said this, the 'gentleman' took out bombs one after another from his arms.
The traces were erased.
But it is not thorough enough.
Is there anything better than a bomb to erase traces?
Naturally, it's a bunch of bombs.
boom!
Boom boom boom!
Where the 'bartender' was, half the street was blown up into the sky.
Under normal circumstances, this place would definitely attract the attention of the entire Sack, but now?
But no one is paying attention here.
People were attracted by the golden-red dragon breathing dragon breath in the sky.
The golden-red flames burst down from the sky in a cone shape, like surging waves, trying to drown everything.
However, a big tree suddenly emerged from the ground.
This big tree not only blocked the flames, but also had many vines hanging on it which was over fifty meters high. These vines were like snakes, lashing and entwining around the giant dragon in the air.
A man who looked like an old farmer stood under the tree, watering and fertilizing.
Next to him, a middle-aged man wearing round-frame glasses took out one potion after another and poured them on the tree, making it immune to the damage of the flames.
A burly man carrying a huge axe stood aside.
His eyes were fixed on the dragon's neck, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.
In the shadows, a man whose face could not be seen clearly paid no attention to the dragon, but stared at the chaotic crowd.
There, there is a guy who lured the dragon here.
roar!
The first strike did not work.
Fapol VII became increasingly angry.
He raised his body, dodged the attack of the vines, and exhaled dragon breath again.
This time!
It's continuous!
It's uninterrupted!
Burning|hot!
The constantly increasing scorching heat caused the tree to begin to wither, even though the farmer-like man kept watering and fertilizing it. His brows were furrowed.
"Why is Fabol VII so powerful?"
He muttered under his breath.
This was inconsistent with the news he had received.
It is true that Fabol VII should be considered a 'legend'.
But now?
This strength is beyond words.
The title legend is more than enough.
"Oh, interesting experimental material."
The 'pharmacist' commented, chuckling softly before pulling out another potion from his sleeve.
Different from the previous 'scraps'.
This one is official.
Purple liquid poured down.
Ka, kaka!
A dense sound appeared on the big tree.
The big tree is growing taller at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not only did he get taller, but he also...
Alive!
Eyes, nose and mouth appeared on the big tree.
Those vines gathered together to form a thick spear.
Woo!
The javelin was shot.
The golden-red dragon dodged suddenly.
Then came the huge rocks - the animated tree raised its hand, grabbed three or five houses on the ground and threw them directly at the dragon.
And go, one after another.
The houses are gone, just dirt.
The soft soil fell into the hands of the tree man and turned into huge rocks.
What made Fapol VII even more angry was that the flying javelin actually formed a number of small tree men after falling to the ground, although they were only four or five meters tall.
But, there are a lot of them.
At a quick glance, there are actually hundreds of them.
Still, there is something incongruous.
"Don't use me as an experiment!"
The 'Farmer' growled at the 'Pharmacist' with anger in his eyes - he could feel that a small part of his power had been 'stolen'.
Although it recovered immediately.
But this feeling is not pleasant.
"Oh."
The 'pharmacist' smiled but said nothing.
But he didn't do anything excessive.
What he wanted, he already got.
At this time, the 'lumberjack' who had been accumulating strength for a long time was ready to take action.
call!
He took a deep breath.
The axe was raised high.
But at this moment——
"'The bartender' is dead."
"It was the Wolf who did it."
"'Gentleman' covered ."
The serious voice was a male voice.
The 'woodcutter', 'pharmacist', 'farmer', and 'hunter' present were all stunned.
They could tell that the voice was 'Lord'.
And the 'Lord' is not one to joke.
I will never lie.
Almost instantly.
The 'woodcutter', 'pharmacist', 'farmer' and 'hunter' gave up trembling with Fabol VII.
Suddenly, the big tree that was showing its might just a moment ago was burnt to a crisp.
Those little tree people were even more withered.
The big tree brought up countless sparks.
When these sparks fall down, they form fireballs.
Woo woo woo!
Boom boom boom!
It hit the ground like a grenade exploding.
Everyone avoided it.
Everyone was in a panic.
Fear, panic, and screams.
People were running around like headless flies in the 'flaming meteor shower'.
No one will laugh at them.
Because, they are lucky.
Unfortunately, they had already been affected and turned into ashes.
George VI blended in with the crowd and ran like a dog.
He wanted to return to the agreed location, but he couldn't - behind him, a vague gaze was staring at him.
Be one of 'them'!
Who exactly is it?
George VI didn't know.
But he knew that if he ran back to the agreed place under the gaze of others and was discovered by Goethe and Skiffins Steinbeck, these two ruthless guys would definitely kill him.
But if you keep wandering around in circles among the crowd, you will die sooner or later.
what to do?
what to do?
George VI's brain was working frantically, but he had no good idea. At this moment, a scream came from one of them.
King George VI could not quite hear what the exclamation was.
He just felt the gaze and disappeared.
George VI seized the opportunity and began to run for his life.
Going around in circles several times in a row.
After confirming that it really disappeared.
George VI went straight to the meeting place.
It was underground in a dense forest outside of Sak.
Transformed into a secret base by Skiffens Steinbeck.
There are both reserves of daily necessities and medical supplies.
Similar to the 'sanctuary' originally established by George VI, but even more secluded.
When George VI walked in here, he went through four procedures.
There are secret words.
There are also mechanisms.
There are also layers of anti-divination secret arrays.
Especially the last one, there is a construct to supervise it, and only people with the correct key can enter.
The bonfire dispelled the chill from underground.
The warm tea brought a little comfort to the exhausted George VI, but this was not the most important thing. The most important thing was the potion!
A potion that could more thoroughly cure his current condition.
"for you!"
According to the contract, Skiffins Steinbeck gave a potion to George VI. However, when George VI was about to drink it, the heir of the Steinbeck family spoke again.
"etc."
"I have a good suggestion - you can listen to it."
"As for the choice?"
"Look at you."
"Just now, Goethe and I accidentally killed the 'bartender', and this accident is extremely beneficial to us... We can almost cause 'them' more trouble without bloodshed."
“And this requires your dedication.”
Skiffins Steinbeck spoke in a negotiating tone.
At the same time, in Skiffins Steinbeck's hand, there appeared another potion that was very similar to the one in George VI's hand, but different.
"This potion is not good for your current condition. It is far inferior to the one in your hand."
"However, this potion can completely restore the person who turns around and revives again - it is better than the one in your hand, which also has some side effects."
"Although it's very small, it's enough to prevent you from reaching the level of a titled legend."
Skiffens Steinbeck kept smiling as he said these words.
But George VI began to tremble all over.
As he looked at the smiling Skiffens Steinbeck, he felt as if he were looking at the devil again.
"You want me to die again?"
George VI asked tentatively.
"No, no no."
"Not death."
“It’s a plan!”
Skiffens Steinbeck emphasized.
George VI opened his mouth and immediately looked at Goethe pitifully.
He hoped Goethe would say something fair.
He doesn't want to die again.
If I die again, for the worst, I will really die.
"I approve of Steinbeck's plan."
Goethe's words sent George VI directly into hell.
"I, I...I agree."
George VI wanted to reiterate something, but in the end he could only nod.
What can I do if I don’t agree?
Being tricked to death by the two guys in front of me?
Instead of that, it’s better to just agree.
"However, I have a condition. At least the person I want to resurrect must be a legend and must have potential. And you must promise not to harm me or do anything wrong."
George VI made his offer.
Goethe and the other man agreed immediately.
The two men had discussed it before George VI returned.
As long as George VI was willing to die, any conditions that were not excessive would be agreed to.
With the consent of King George VI himself, Skiffins Steinbeck immediately took action.
He arranged everything.
And informed George VI of the key points.
Goethe was playing with a ring.
According to the deed, this is what he got - the space ring that contained half of the Steinbeck family's fortune.
He just inspected it.
It was so bright that it almost blinded me.
He was very satisfied with this.
Compared to this money, the [Eye of Fairness and Truth] is insignificant to him.
after all……
His secret, under the 'fairness', really cannot be revealed.
Half an hour later, everything was arranged securely.
George VI watched Goethe and Schiffens Steinbeck disappear. He took a deep breath and swallowed a note.
Then, when he sensed that the poison in his body began to expand rapidly, the former king looked at the anti-divination mystical array that filled the entire space, chuckled, and lit the fuse in his hand.
boom!
Boom boom boom!
The secret magic array was blown up.
The entire dense forest was turned upside down.
The flames rising into the sky were extremely bright in the night, attracting the people they were supposed to attract.
A few minutes later——
'They' showed up.