My Wife Can't Be a Liar

At this moment, in front of the desert, an army with bloodshot pupils and ragged clothes was charging towards them.

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Chapter 42 Heroes always come last

"Cleopatra, it seems that when we were dealing with Nito, we were already being targeted by others!"

Looking at the ragged troops, Caesar said with a grin.

Afterwards, he drew out the long sword in his hand and began to command the army.

"Come on, line up and prepare to face these barbarians!"

While speaking, he waved his long sword and walked to the front of the array.

"Lord Caesar, are these people under Wu Luo's subordinates?"

Cleopatra walked up to Caesar, and asked Caesar with a solemn brow.

"No, it shouldn't be. These people are all Celtic barbarians, not the Japanese army on Wu Luo's side!"

Caesar smiled slightly, then pointed to the tall white men who were charging and said.

"That's it, then let's let them die here!"

As soon as she heard that it wasn't Wu Luo and Mei Li who brought someone, Cleopatra showed a relieved expression on her face.As long as Mei Li's out-of-standard character appeared, Cleopatra would have unlimited confidence in Caesar's Roman Legion.

"Of course it is!"

A smile appeared on Caesar's handsome face, and he swung his sword and rushed to the front of the camp.

"Where is your general? Please let him come and talk to me. Come, our Roman army will not be afraid of the world!"

Caesar yelled at the Celtic soldiers rushing over.

Then, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and slashed at one of the barbarian soldiers.

With just a flash of the bright yellow long sword, the big head fell directly to the ground.

At this moment, a tall man with a thorn spear in his hand landed directly in front of him.

It was Cu Chulainn who had just escaped from the coalition forces of Wu Luo and Liu Xiu.

Looking at Caesar at this moment, he slowly raised the spear in his hand.

"I have never tasted the blood of the Romans!"

Cu Chulainn held a grin in his hands, and the sharp thorns smelt of blood, and he stabbed Caesar with a single shot.

Danger!

After seeing Cu Chulainn, Caesar instinctively felt an extremely dangerous smell, which was really terrible.

Therefore, looking at Cu Chulainn's spear, Caesar instinctively knew that he could never fight recklessly at this moment.

Pulling out his own sword, he tried his best to dodge to the side, avoiding the fate of being pierced by a single shot.

"What a dangerous guy, who are you?"

Caesar moved a bit, then turned to look at Cu Chulainn and asked.

"Cú Chulainn! My name is Cu Chulainn!"

Cu Chulainn said with a grin.

"Tsk, it's just a big dog!"

Listening to Cu Chulainn's self-introduction, Caesar said disdainfully.

At the same time, he seized the opportunity and stabbed Cu Chulainn's lower abdomen with a sword.

Looking at the long sword stabbed by Caesar, Cu Chulainn's indifferent expression remained unchanged. He raised the spear in his right hand and caught it on the track of the long sword's attack.

clang--

When the huge force came, Caesar's handsome face showed a painful expression.

A trace of blood oozes from the tiger's mouth tightly gripping the hilt.

"Hmph, it's not worth mentioning!"

Cu Chulainn was disdainful, and swung the spear with his right hand to hit Caesar on the head.At the same time, the left hand closed into a claw, and the steel nails were about to tear Caesar's cheek.

"I am also the first citizen of Rome, you Celtic savage, don't look down on me so much!"

Facing Cu Chulainn's attack, Caesar was obviously a little angry.

Concentrated and calm, he gritted his teeth and held the long sword across his chest to block the attack of the spear and steel claws.

"You have a bit of ability, but you still can't stop your fate of defeat!"

Seeing Caesar swung his sword to block his attack, a strange color flashed across Cu Chulainn's face.But this kind of strange color comes quickly and fades away quickly.Looking at Caesar, he continued to wield his combat skills.

Stabbing, picking, sweeping, chopping, smashing, chopping... All the attacks that the spear can perform are displayed in Cu Chulainn's hands, none of them are not good at, and none of them are not proficient in, gorgeous and sinister At the same time, it is displayed in the yellow sand.

Every attack forced Caesar to retreat continuously.

Gritting his teeth, Caesar finally persisted.