Demonic Fire Crown

From the Holy War three hundred years ago to today, the small town of Shawshank has always been peaceful and noisy. Sean, who was sitting in a small carriage on the street, was bragging about his glorious history to the passers-by with a silver musket; Karl, who was at the door of the dilapidated blacksmith shop, was cleaning his rusty iron sword as usual; Maria, the proprietress, was still lazily leaning on the bar and dozing off; Wolf and Fox, two unlucky gamblers, were fighting over a copper plate on the ground... In the tavern, old John, an alcoholic who had been in a daze all day long, was slowly squirming on the ground. He crawled under the crotches of countless people before finally crawling to the door of the tavern. He looked out of the tavern drunkenly and muttered: "The demon is approaching." In an instant, a white horned dragon jumped up from the ground and roared to the sky. The carriages and horses galloped in alarm, and the steam roared.