Calamity Crown

2022-01-28

Chapter 52 Legacy! (Seeking collection ~ seeking recommendation ~ seeking monthly pass ~)

Luster, outskirts.

A line of men in fishy red cloaks stand in a special orientation.

The muffled incantation continued.

Cold and withered.

An invisible force pervades.

In June, it suddenly entered the cold winter.

Standing aside, the man in the same hood and cloak let out a low laugh.

“Come on! Come on!”

“A group of believe oneself infallible guys!”

The laughter was full of disdain, when the other party raised his head slightly, A pair of blood-red eyes exudes faint rays of light in the night.

…

A few minutes later, Kyle was dug out of the rubble by Goethe.

“Lord Morey’s Secret Keeper Handbook saved me.”

Kyle says so, and then struggles.

However, this is clearly an extravagant hope.

Although with the Secret Keeper Handbook given by Morey as protection, Kyle was still seriously injured at this time, and the whole person lost his mobility, but compared with the attacker who turned into a corpse, it was The good couldn’t be better.

“Can you pass me that head?”

Kyle begged.

Goethe didn’t refuse, and handed Kyle the already charred head not far away.

“Thank you, Goethe.”

“Gentleman, gentleman…”

Holding his head, Kyle wanted to say something, but in the end it didn’t He couldn’t even tell, the youngster only choked up when he thought of the innocent old Henry.

Goethe glanced at Kyle and didn’t say much.

He’s not good at comforting people.

Digging Kyle out of the rubble is within reach.

When [Unarmed Fighting] reaches transcendent, not only does his attack method change with Heaven and Earth turning upside down, but [Physical] attribute reaches 2.8 under normal conditions, nearly three times that of ordinary people. His all-round physical fitness allowed his hearing to clearly capture Kyle’s moans in the ruins.

Goethe turned and walked back towards the ‘Mist Murderer’.

The head of the other party fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, and he looked dead.

Goethe made two shots.

Immediately ‘Mist Murderer”s eyes became two bloody holes.

Although the other party looks like he can’t die any more, Goethe still thinks it’s a good habit to stick to.

He then took off his grandfather’s ring from the ‘Mist Murderer’ hand and picked up the ‘Executioner’.

[Executioner: This is an extremely cruel weapon. Its original user did not use it as a weapon to fight, but used it to punish his own slave. In the end, it cut the After the head of the original user, it is taken away; effect: the sharp side has ‘above the blade level’ attack, while the serrated side brings ‘bullet level’ pain to the wounded (just pain , not a real injury, but it can destroy the spirit of the wounded)]

……

When picking up the ‘Executioner’, words appeared in front of him.

Goethe was taken aback when he picked up his grandfather’s bronze ring.

Because, Goethe found a line inside the ring: Wandering between sane and irrational, does it matter?

If it was just like this, Goethe would not be stunned.

The reason for the real daze is that this line of characters was written entirely in his familiar hometown script.

“This?”

Just when Goethe was in shock, a faint light flashed in the copper ring, and the next moment appeared on the index finger of Goethe’s left hand.

[Unknowns are found, and the judgment is in progress…]

[Identify the unlock key and pass the judgment! ]

[Inheritance completed! ]

……

Three lines of text flashed before his eyes, and then, a dark night sky appeared in front of Goethe’s eyes.

It was darker and deeper than the Luster night sky.

The Seven Stars hang on it, in the shape of a ‘丄’, shining brightly.

Three dull luster, showing a row at the bottom closely connected with a white, a gray on the top, a black on the top, and a red on the top.

The three dimly lustrous ones were like candles in the wind, as if they were about to go out at any moment.

The white one is like cream, exuding a seductive brilliance.

The gray one is like a fog, and people are caught in it and can’t tell the difference.

The black one is like an abyss, and the naked eye looks like it will be swallowed up.

The red one is full of ominous, but it is the one that makes Goethe the most concerned. Ordinary people will avoid the ominous just by looking at it, but it keeps Goethe’s eyes on it, as if there is something there that is attracting him to go. .

It’s like the food you see when you’re hungry.

Complete instinct.

Goethe almost gritted his teeth to look away.

Then, when his eyes looked towards the dimly lustrous stars, the text appeared again——

[Yes/No consumes 500 golden gram to enter Secret Realm? ]

…

“Secret Realm?!”

Goethe was taken aback.

As he gazed at the stars, he had begun to guess what the stars represented, but it never occurred to Goethe that the stars represented the ‘Secret Realm’.

Goethe can imagine the value of ‘Secret Realm’ with the attitude of the Boss of the Pine Nut Hotel towards ‘Secret Realm’.

And that…

Just one!

Now it’s seven!

“‘Mad King Descendants’…’Mad King Legacy’…’Mad King Treasure’!”

Goethe murmured softly.

Finally, sure–

‘Mad King Treasure’!

The bronze ring in front of you is the ‘Mad King’s Treasure’.

And the clues to the ‘Mad King’s treasure’ that ‘Mist Murderer’ said?

Goethe can’t be sure that it was his grandfather’s deceit that had deceived him.

It’s still the other party’s suspicions.

Or some wonderful misunderstanding.

These are not important to Goethe now, and his eyes swept over the stars representing ‘Secret Realm’ again.

Each dimly lustrous star will prompt [500golden gram consumption], while white, gray, black, and red have no prompts.

“Does it have to ‘complete’ the bottom ‘Secret Realm’ to be able to open the upper ‘Secret Realm’?”

Arranged according to the graph of ‘丄’, Goethe guessed on.

Then, he completely withdrew his gaze towards the ring.

It’s not that I don’t want to go to ‘Secret Realm’ to find out.

But, no money.

He doesn’t have 500golden gram.

Now his entire net worth is only 192golden gram, 11 silver cables, 30 copper horns and 1 half copper horn.

It’s far from 500golden gram.

Of course!

And disaster!

Goethe didn’t forget Morey’s words that every time the ‘Secret Realm’ was opened it would bring disaster.

He needs more information about ‘Secret Realm’.

Check more information before turning it on.

And…

That text!

Branded in the copper ring, that familiar hometown text!

“Could it be that the ‘Mad King’ is…”

Goethe guessed, then, his eyes were drawn to the sound of hooves in the distance.

A carriage is speeding up.

It’s Sierra.

The leader of the Garden Club, the Boss of the Hunter Bar, drove the carriage to Goethe, and jumped off the carriage with a look of embarrassment.

“You know what?”

“You owe me a big favor!”

“I…xxx! That guy!”

p>

Before the lady could finish her words, she saw the corpse of ‘Mist Murderer’ on the ground. Immediately, after an exclamation and greeting mixed with some slang, she went straight to the corpse.

Not searching for the body, but spitting on the body.

“Assholes!”

“You bastards!”

“You idiots!”

The lady swears , while continuing to spit on the corpse of ‘Mist Murderer’.

“What happened?”

Goethe had a bad feeling in his heart.

“This guy made us think he managed to get the ‘Flesh Church’ out of the way, but in reality, everything here is controlled by the ‘Flesh Church’ – these guys are more cunning than we thought , they hid in the dark, let this stupid X successfully attract all our attention, and then secretly arranged… No, not secretly arranged, in short… you go ask them!”

The more the lady couldn’t explain it, the more irritable she became, with a panic in her expression that Goethe had never seen before.

Goethe immediately opened the carriage door, and Morey and Mrs Burns were half-reclined in their seats.

The two were covered in blood, and Mrs. Burns fell into a coma again, while Morey weakly raised her hand, gestured to Goethe, and then showed a wry smile.

“The ‘Flesh Church’ used the corpses to activate the ceremony while I was fighting the Boss’ bodyguard at the Pine Nut Hotel.”

“ceremony?”

Goethe’s bad premonition grew stronger.

“‘Flesh Gate’!”

“It’s…”

Boom!

The entire Luster shuddered before Morey could finish his explanation.

Amidst the trembling of the earth, a gate entirely composed of flesh and bones, with a heavy, undead-like whistle, slowly rose from the ground, enveloping the entire Luster like a shadow.

Seeing this scene, Morey’s face completely lost its color.

“Finished!”

(End of this chapter)