The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 134 - 109: Fall of the Clock Crown in Alsace_1

Chapter 134: Chapter 109: Fall of the Clock Crown in Alsace_1

The dwarfs gradually formed ranks, moving down their so-called grand ladder — a two-wheeler — and left Gear No. 3333.

No matter how the dwarf king on the throne roared, even his guards would no longer relay messages for him. He was under the misconception that his absolute power, formed under high-pressure conditions, made him omnipotent. However, it was the power of the king, not him, that was strong.

The king of the dwarfs, like a clown with a multicolored face, shouted and raved, then, exhausted, sat panting on the iron throne.

It was the power of the king that was always strong.

It was never him that was strong.

The dwarf king looked at the retreating formations on Gear No. 3333 and fell into deep thought.

His family had ruled here for so long, far too long, until he began to perceive himself as belonging to a different class, even a different species, than the dwarf warriors.

He thought he could forever command these commoners.

When he initially saw these commoners following his commands and risking their lives valiantly, he paid attention to their faces, the outstanding few among them, was concerned about their lives and pain, their honor and ideas.

As he grew older, he dreamed of fighting alongside the most outstanding warriors in the dwarf corps, but the ministers around him stopped him. They told him that a king never needs to leave the high platform, nor does he ever need to go into battle.

All the king had to do was stay on his high platform, for the king was the kingdom.

Yes, indeed.

The king need not go into battle.

And so, as he grew older, he no longer cared about the fate of any exceptional warrior, for these commoners were as fleeting as a passing cloud, amounting to nothing more than a number.

At that point, he became detached, watching as the commoners would throw themselves into the inferno of battle, fearing neither boiling water nor the battlefield.

What did their deaths have to do with him?

Let the commoners go to war. All he and his ministers needed to do was wait for the results up on the platform!

The dwarf king considered himself the most powerful person in the Clock Kingdom, yet now, as he sat on the throne, he realized that even he was but a pawn in the complex workings of the kingdom, which functioned under high pressure.

Does it matter who the king is?

No, it does not.

He was like a monkey watching a play, giving the lower dwarf warriors the knowledge that the king was still there, that hope was still there, and that they should fight to the death.

The king looked upon the commoners as grass to be trampled upon, but didn’t the commoners think the king was a mere puppet in turn!

In the Clock Kingdom, one thing never stopped running — the power of the king.

However, the appearance of the Sword of Legend shifted the power.

The dwarf king began to consider —

Did the people who were now retreating do so because the appearance of the Sword of Legend shifted the power, or did they just want to retreat regardless?

What a bunch of cowards.

He was the one wearing the crown.

He stood up, clenched his fist, raised his hand in fury, "Stay! You cowards! Charge and fight, I want to see your death!!"

"Get back here at once."

He stood up, overwhelmed with emotion, and before he knew it, he slipped and fell from the height. He tipped and began to fall.

The guards around him were unprepared for this, and were unable to stop it in time. The Clock Crown fell from the sky, and the dwarf king — enraged and in disbelief — landed on Gear No. 3333.

’Thump~’

The dwarf king landed dead, his eyes wide open in his last eternal sleep.

His crown rolled gently to Ivita’s feet, and Ivita picked it up.

The princess covered her mouth, appearing behind him, "This solidified crown, you can put it on, it’s a real crown."

"With this crown, in your own kingdom, you can gain a great deal of immunity resistance."

"And also this crown can command the laws of the kingdom, which is why so many people are pursuing the crown. By the way, where are we? How could a real crown be solidified here ..."

Ivita was speechless. "A kingdom inside a clock can actually solidify a crown!"

He hurriedly explained to the princess the miniaturization magic and the things about the mysterious witch.

The princess was also speechless. "All I can say is, magic is truly amazing."

"She conducted an experiment to verify whether an independent place as big as a clock can solidify an independent crown."

"I guess that when the witch presented the clock to the Parviga City Council, she specifically asked the permission of Lord Ambrose, to declare the space inside the Clock an independent territory of the Viscount, because only independent land can solidify a crown."

"No wonder your crown seems real, yet so weak, I can easily break it."

"In principle, this is a real crown, but in quality and quantity, compared with the real crown, it’s not even a toy."

The princess marveled at the crown, "So when you return to your normal size, I’m afraid you can only wear this crown on your hair."

Suddenly, the princess’s face twisted in pain, and she bent over to vomit. Several red-black worms were vomited out of her mouth.

Ivita cut one of the worms with his Sword in Fire, and a large amount of blood immediately overflowed from the worm.

This was probably the blood she dropped into the Thousand-Year Fire flame that day.

Only now it was fully manipulated by the Thousand-Year Fire and the Flame Giant had dug it out.

At the same time, the Flame Giant solidified three flaming spears, and impaled the Eight-headed Fire Python on Gear No. 3333.

It then turned its massive body to look in the direction of Ivita and the princess.

The princess covered the lower part of her face, "I lost my composure, sorry."

"Do you think the Thousand-Year Fire is looking at you or at me right now?"

"This could mean two completely different things."

Ivita put the circular Clock Crown on his head, clenched his Broken Steel Sword, "No matter who it’s looking at, I can only try the method the Cat Elf told me."

The Grand Witch of the Hearthstone hurried over, "Sire, you must come back."

If the Demon God loses his body and goes mad, it seems she is doomed as well.

Ivita nodded, looked back at the princess and the Old Witch, and then walked decisively towards the Flame Giant manipulated by the Thousand-Year Fire.

The closer he got to the Flame Giant, the more frightening the high temperature and the gale-force winds became.

He could overcome all of these, but when his clothes started to burn, suddenly a shadow appeared over his head. Ivita heard the old witch cry out in warning. When he looked up, he saw the Flame Giant’s right foot above his head, manipulated by the Thousand-Year Fire.

And then that right foot came straight down onto Ivita!

Damn it!

Ivita only had time to blink before he was stomped on.

In that instant, he thought he was done for, but soon realized he could still think and he hadn’t felt the heat yet.

He opened his eyes and found himself in fire, and the flames were like a vortex, drawing him deeper into the fire vortex.

’The Cat Elf was right.’

’Holding the Broken Steel Sword in my hand, I’m unharmed here.’

’But where is the end of this fire vortex?’

’Where does it lead to?’