My name is Lu Mingfei, not Lu Mingfei!

It seems that Pompeii's rhythm is not unbreakable, and fakes can only be fakes after all. His Odin is far less shocking than the story of the rainy night.

Pompeii seemed a little unable to withstand it. He suddenly leaned forward and gave up his defense. Dictado immediately left deeper marks on the armor than before. The heavy shield on his left arm used offense instead of defense at this moment. Press on Caesar.

His current situation is a bit like that of a Macedonian hoplite, with long spears, heavy armor, and bucklers. These can arm him into an invulnerable iron barrel. He has enough strength, but his speed is not that fast. He loses His active offensive rhythm seemed a bit stretched after the Ravens' screen.

Caesar was just the opposite. Fighting with a dragon's body, his speed surpassed his strength. The oppression of the shield forced Caesar to use Dick to push hard. At such a close distance, he had no room to escape. But that thing is too heavy, and its texture is far more surveillance than it looks. When used to hit people, it is like an iron cannon fired close to the face.

He had no choice but to give up Dickutuo. The muscles in his arms instantly surged and he used his dragon claws to forcefully catch the shield. The explosive dragon blood boiled in his body. The solid bronze shield cracked between his palms. Spider-web-like cracks began to spread from the edge of his grip toward the center. The material of this thing was extremely hard but lacked toughness. Caesar's power had exceeded the upper limit of what it could bear. The shield immediately crumbled, and Caesar became more and more explosive. Violently disintegrated into countless fragments.

The change happened so suddenly that Pompeii didn't even react. The shattering of the shield only happened in an instant. In the last moment, he heard the sound of cracks bursting out. In the next moment, Caesar rushed out from the countless fragments, and the dragon The face covered with scales is ferocious and terrifying.

The distance was almost completely personal. No matter how proficiently Pompey mastered Gungnir, he could not stab himself. The weapon was too long. The two people directly struggled with each other. In the most traditional way, no one could Can't use weapons.

Every punch of Caesar was like hitting the door of the safe. Pompeii's armor pinged like a symphony orchestra. The armor was tougher than the shield. Caesar was even able to make slight white marks, but he couldn't help it. To break through directly, he simply changed his strategy and hit Pompeii on the head. Although it was covered by the entire eagle helmet, the head is the most vulnerable position of a person. The body can withstand high-frequency impacts, but the head may not be able to withstand it.

Pompeii was actually a master of Tai Chi. Caesar's strong strength was continuously resolved by Pompeii's suddenly soft body. It was hard to imagine that a man wearing heavy armor could perform Tai Chi with a body covered in metal, but Pompeii Just did it. They connected with each other with fists and feet, and used the bulges on their shoulders and bodies to pierce their opponents, but Pompey could always hit Caesar from the flank where he exerted his strength. He was very familiar with the dragon's body, and he could always hit Caesar. The murderous punch turned into a soft blow, and finally hit the helmet without making much sound.

With the last kick, Caesar bounced back lightly. His wings spread out and could easily carry him like flying without any fanning. He realized that continuing to fight like this was a waste of his own energy. He had to use another method. Come break the situation.

The high-pitched voice spirit chanted like a hymn, and the spread of the voice spirit realm was so fierce that almost in an instant, Pompeii felt that he was already within the range of the voice spirit, and there was no way to escape. It's not wind pressure or high fever, but absolute majesty, the majesty from the new mixed-blood dragon king, just like you are just an ordinary climber, and when you are halfway up the climb, you suddenly find that the mountain under your feet is coming towards you. Toppled, for you the whole world is nothing but terrifying, overwhelming destruction.

But this domain looks completely transparent, and even makes people feel that it is a bit gentle. The marble floor paved the ground rolled up silently, and the group of ravens that came into contact with the domain could not even utter a scream, and instantly turned into Tiny pieces of flesh and blood and various stone fragments slowly rise in the field. They all seem to have been crushed to an extremely small size by some unknown force. It seems that the surrounding air is an invisible steamroller, and the blackness of the ravens is The blood swirled around Caesar, like Death flying around the throne with a scythe.

No one knows what kind of spirit it is, but the only outcome of being enveloped by it is death. Caesar's singing voice becomes louder and louder. It is rare for a spirit to have such a long text.

Nuonuo was finally able to avoid the raven and see clearly the situation in the center of the battlefield, but this was not what she should see. Although the Sunshine Hall was huge, Caesar's domain was even bigger.

The door was suddenly pushed open, a hand was put on Nono's shoulder, and she was forcefully pulled out. The door was then closed heavily.

"I know you care about Caesar, but to be honest, this is not something we can see. Standing in this place will only get involved and die." There was no expression on Patsy's face.

"Whose side are you on?" Nono asked. She had her own judgment on whether to continue reading. It was not Patsy's turn to take care of it. To be honest, the moment Patsy brought her out, she even I thought this guy was going to kidnap me to threaten Caesar into submission.

"Whether it's the head of the family or Caesar, it doesn't matter to me who wins. At this point, I won't help anyone." Passy said, "This is the best choice because I can't confirm which one of them. I can stand till the end, but if I make the wrong choice, I’ll be dead.”

"I always thought you were loyal to them all."

"I am very loyal. I have never considered betraying anyone. I just hope that I can go a little further and see what these so-called big shots will become." It is rare to see that there is more on Patsy's face. He smiled slightly, but the smile was not one of sincere joy, but more of a hint of exhaustion.

In Gattuso's house, he can become the secretary only because he is Caesar's substitute. If something goes wrong with Caesar, then it will be him, Passi, who becomes the hybrid dragon king today. Prior to this, Passi had always been a minor figure in the Gattuso family. Pompey and Caesar could command him to do something at will. He had been tied to this family from the moment he was born. There is nowhere to escape.

But it will be different after today. Regardless of the outcome of the battle in the Sunshine Hall, the Gattuso family will cease to exist. This would be a memorable day for Patsy, a day of freedom.

Pompeii walked forward towards Caesar's territory. It was extremely dangerous to get close to an unknown spirit that was being released. Every step he took, a layer of armor would be peeled off. The first thing to lose was the paint on the surface, and then the The interlayer inside the material, and finally the material itself. When he loses everything to protect himself, he will be killed instantly like a flock of ravens in this field.

But this was the only way to resist the ultimate word spirit of a hybrid dragon king. Pompeii held down his mask with his left hand, and slowly raised the imitation Gangnir with his right hand. It was also the chant of the word spirit, and it was also the same. Spreading instantly, the bones all over his body made slight explosions, echoing in the airtight armor. The tip of Gangnir's spear and the burning Caesar with golden eyes, a sure-hit trajectory between the two was already in his sight. forming.

His Gungnir does not have the same terrifying effect as Odin's original version. The weapon made from the tender strips of the World Tree can reverse cause and effect. You will be injured because I threw this gun, so Odin is bound to use that thing. It will hit the target.

And Pompeii was able to stab Caesar not because of anything else, but because of his word spirit, the Holy Inquisition. The effect of this word spirit is absolute hit. The holder does not even need to specifically aim at it. He can just pick up a pistol and shoot at him. You fire it behind you, and those bullets will violate the laws of physics, draw various weird arcs or trajectories in the air, and finally hit the target you want.

"Come on, son." Pompey whispered softly. This was a father and son meeting each other at war, for their own will and the future they wanted, but they were still father and son after all. No father would turn a blind eye to his son's growth. Now It’s time to check it out with your own hands!

Gungnir was firmly in Pompey's hands. He did not throw it, but held the amazingly long spear with both hands and pointed it firmly in the direction of Caesar.

He suddenly started running, and the armor all over his body made a heavy metal collision sound. The weight of those things was amazing, and they were alchemy materials, which could give him the defense power to resist the Dragon King. But now these things have become a burden, and he must run enough Fast, so that Gangnir can touch Caesar.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and the hand holding Gangnir was getting tighter and tighter. The consumption of running was even more astonishing than fighting. The moment Caesar entered the shooting range, Pompeii actually jumped up. , a general wearing hundreds of kilograms of armor could actually jump to an even more amazing height than the pole world champion.

Gangnir thrusts! The target reaches Caesar, but not just one blow full of conviction, but hundreds or even thousands of times! During the time between Pompeii's leap and landing, Gangnir was always able to attack Caesar. He wielded countless thrusts at this moment, a thousand strikes in an instant, and in Caesar's field of vision, there were countless clusters of guns. It caught the dense net and rushed towards itself.

The long-prepared Yanling completely exploded at this moment. The ground shook violently, strong winds and gravel splashed, and there were creepy noises everywhere. The concrete and stone pillars in the sun hall were all cracked, and huge blocks of soil were leveled along the ground. The cut surface falls and turns into dust instantly when it comes into contact with the field.

It was countless invisible wind knives cutting the space in the entire field. There was no high speed, no deflagration, and no sound. Its single scraping could only leave a trace on a solid object. But what if this kind of attack occurs millions or tens of millions of times? Their density is enough to cut a coin without being noticed by the naked eye. All enemies in the area are such secretive raging wind blades. Everything that can be cut will be destroyed over and over again!

Nono and Patsy looked back together. In a few seconds, the Sunshine Hall seemed to have completely evaporated out of thin air. The undetectable powder was blown into the sky with the wind, and finally a light rain fell on their heads. There were rustling sounds everywhere, like grains of sand bouncing on the ground.

"You lost." Caesar stood in what was originally the Sunshine Hall, but now there was nothing around him. Gangnir penetrated his chest, and large swaths of blood flowed along the gun body, and finally dripped until he was lying flat on his back. of Pompeii.

Almost all the flesh on Pompeii's body had been plowed over, and subcutaneous tissue was exposed in many places, including some of his organs. He was losing a lot of blood. All the things he could use to defend him were gone, including Odin's mask, which turned into dust and dispersed in the air in Caesar's spirit. It stands to reason that everything on him and everything around him was destroyed by the word spirit. It is even more impossible for him to survive in the middle of the field. The only answer is that Caesar let him go.

It's funny to say that there are always conflicts between them. When he was very young, Caesar said wildly that one day I will kill you, old man, to avenge my mother! When Pompeii heard this, he didn't get furious like most parents and wanted to spank Caesar. Instead, he picked up Caesar and let him struggle. He laughed and said, "Look at what a bear you are!" You're not even taller than me, but you still want to challenge your dad! Then he kicked Caesar in the ass and threw him into the lawn for an intimate kiss with dog shit.

If we want to talk about hatred, there really can be too many reasons. Now Caesar has grown taller than Pompeii. He even really had a chance to kill Pompeii, but in the face of that man, he finally stood tall The moment he jumped up and threw the spear, he couldn't help but feel a little soft.

He is at odds with your ideas and has never personally helped you in your education, but isn't that what all fathers in the world are like? They are always not good at words and don’t know how to express their love for you, but they never hesitate to give you all the best things they have. Even with a meager salary, they will think that they can give it to you if they work harder. It was the birthday gift you wanted. Even when he was sick, he would just carry it. You said you wanted to take him to the hospital, but he scolded you for not understanding how difficult it is to make money.

In fact, Pompeii does not have to do this. The Nibelungen Plan family has an alternative plan. Caesar is not the only one. Passi is also qualified. The child raised by the Gattuso family will only be more obedient than Caesar. , Patsy became the hybrid dragon king and absolutely spared no effort to build the Nibelungs for his family. If it were Caesar, no one could guarantee what this child who had been rebellious since childhood and never concealed his dislike for his family would do.

It's not like the old guys haven't considered the possible risks. If Caesar gains power and the first thing he does is to raise a flag of rebellion, then no one can stop him.

But the Nibelung plan was ultimately chosen on Caesar, because Pompeii was arguing hard, and he wanted those people to believe in his son. Caesar was the emperor that the Gattuso family had most expected for thousands of years, even if He knew better than anyone what Caesar might do in the end.

That is the best gift Pompeii can give to Caesar. Even if the outcome is that the Gattuso family's deliberate efforts fall short, it is enough for Caesar to succeed. Whether he becomes king or turns back, it is all his own. If you like and choose a path, even if you end up having a bloody head later, parents have no reason to interfere.

Caesar and Pompey looked at each other for a long time. There was always a lack of communication between them. Maybe they could say something when they had the chance, but now everyone could not say a word. It seemed that everything they wanted to say was lost. It is conveyed in the eyes that we are father and son, and of course we should understand each other.

"Goodbye." Finally, Caesar spoke first. He pulled the Gungnir out of his body with his bare hands and gently placed it next to Pompeii.

Who said that the only one who suddenly felt weak in the end was his son? If Pompey was really determined, the last shot of the Thousand Blows should have penetrated Caesar's heart directly, not his chest.

"Goodbye." Pompeii slowly closed his eyes, "When you get married, remember to leave a place for me, right in the middle of a bunch of beauties."

"good."

The wind carrying the freshness of the plants blew from the vast alfalfa fields. Caesar didn't like this monastery before, but he liked the fields outside the monastery because he could hear all kinds of sounds that others couldn't hear since he was a child. Naturally, he always gains something.

But this time, he didn't like this feeling at all. It was rare that for the first time, Caesar Gattuso thought that he was really lonely.