Dictado, this hunting knife named after the dictator of the ancient Roman Republic, fell like a drop from the sky. Its momentum, just like its name, carries the tyranny of a dictator.
Caesar slashed down with his sword, and Pompey, who was caught in his position, was finally forced out of his body.
Pompeii's eyes were full of appreciation, and a dark streak was drawn in the air, and a black hunting knife was pressed against Victor's blade.
Augustus.
Dictado and Dictado are twin knives.
It had been given to Patsy before.
Now, this black hunting knife fell into Pompeii's hands.
The battle is about to break out.
With the other party's anger for offending his late mother, Caesar chopped off many phantoms.
"Son, anger can easily make you lose your mind." Pompeii said aloud, but the hunting knife in his hand became more and more sharp.
The collision of the two hunting knives sparked countless sparks in the wind and snow.
The continuous fire light even chopped the snowflakes into pieces and burned them into mist.
Caesar remained silent, and his attacks became more ferocious.
"Your sword skills are good, but you are still too young, Caesar. Arrogance will make you unable to see yourself clearly." After Pompey slashed Caesar out with a heavy knife, his body arched slightly like a cheetah.
The power of the spine is instantly accumulated and then supplied to the limbs.
After a tight moment, he completed the accumulation of strength, and then burst out violently.
The ground beneath his feet couldn't even withstand this terrifying force. It sunk slightly and cracked with dense cracks.
His explosive power at this moment was even more terrifying than that of an excellent cheetah. He turned directly into a black line and headed towards Caesar. The black hunting knife in his hand, Augustus, brought out a dark and cold arc. Wire!
"Son, you lack proper respect for your father!"
"It's time to let you know that your father doesn't just lie on a woman's belly!" Pompeii's voice sounded a little cold.
It seems that when it comes to important family decisions, his father no longer condones his rebellious son.
A flash of disgust flashed across Caesar's cold golden boy, "I would rather you just lie on a woman's belly."
Facing Pompeii's sword, Caesar knew he couldn't take it.
So, he raised the Desert Eagle in his hand.
Pompey's face changed when he saw Caesar raising the Desert Eagle.
Isn't it just for swords?
What do you mean by using a gun?
boom!
The muzzle flashed, and a harsh sound was heard as the metal rubbed against metal.
At the critical moment, Pompeii stood with his sword in front of him and blocked the bullet.
But even so, he was still knocked back by the powerful impact of the bullet.
It was as if he had been hit hard in the chest by a giant hammer, and the arm holding the knife was numb.
At the same time, countless unpleasant and noisy sounds suddenly came to mind in the air.
Pompeii looked up and saw that in the sky, the sickle that should have been invisible to the naked eye was gradually revealed.
They were like mutated bats, with bloodthirsty eyes and sharp claws on the tips of their wings. They screamed and swooped down towards Pompeii, trying to tear the man into pieces.
Pompeii looked at Caesar in shock, "When did you learn to strengthen the spirit of speech?"
This is no longer a Kamaita without any attack power.
But it's an aggressive vampire scythe!
More than a hundred years ago, Anger's friend Lu Shanyan was able to evolve the sickle into a vampire sickle.
Now, Caesar has actually succeeded in upgrading the Kamaita into its upper-level Word Spirit, the Vampire Scythe!
But in the face of Pompeii's shock, Caesar's golden boy only shone with a cold luster and remained unmoved.
Countless vampire scythes rushed down, just as these vampire scythes were about to fall on Pompeii.
Around Pompeii, the air flow violently rotated.
Those high-speed rotating airflows were like sharp blades, cutting and shredding the swooping vampire scythes one by one.
Suddenly, along with the screams of the vampire scythe, scarlet blood mist filled the air.
The area around Pompeii was like a meat grinding ground, and everything that came close was strangled into a bloody mist.
Yanling·dustless land.
The diffuse blood mist dyed the transparent dust-free land into blood red.
Under the blood-red airflow barrier, α's old body was slightly hunched, and his dry eyes were shining with light like lights.
He glanced at Pompeii coldly, as if scolding him for his poor performance.
Then, α looked up at Caesar and said in a cold voice, "Caesar, you are Gattuso's son in life, and you will be Gattuso's ghost in death!"
"Since you don't want to go with us, then I can only do it myself."
When Caesar saw α appear, the anger in his golden child became more and more obvious.
It was these people who killed his mother!
Caesar tensed his body, trying to find an opportunity.
But soon, he noticed something was wrong.
His body suddenly lost its center of gravity and even floated.
The surrounding gravity has disappeared!
Even the vampire scythe above his head was unable to control its direction due to the change in gravity, and became a mess as if it had lost its wings.
This feeling is like being in weightless space all of a sudden, which is hard to adapt to!
This is... some kind of word spirit that changes the force field!
Word spirits that can change force fields are rare.
Caesar only knew one similar spirit, and that was the original kingship.
But to be precise, King Quan does not really change the force field, but only allows the dragon blood descendants in the field to bear tens or hundreds of times of its own weight, and thus be crushed by its own weight.
And this spirit of speech seems to have the opposite effect to that of royal power.
In other words, gravity seems to have failed in this realm of words and spirits.
There is even a repulsion in this field that pushes objects into the sky!
There are people!
At first, his eyes quickly locked on the middle-aged man who appeared from behind α.
Meyer, a Rothschild.
"The heir of the family should be taught from an early age instead of being indulged."
"Gattuso, your education has failed."
"A family like ours doesn't need a willful heir."
"However, for the sake of our plan, I still have to tolerate such a defective product."
Meyer said, rushing towards Caesar.
Caesar, in his eyes, was like an object waiting to be taken away.
However, the body he just rushed out suddenly stopped the trend.
An inexplicable shock arose in his heart at this moment.
He cast his gaze on the snow in the distance.
In the wind and snow in the distance, a petite figure slowly entered Meyer's sight.
That was a somewhat petite girl.
She was wearing white down, a felt hat, and warm boots.
What attracted the most attention was her platinum curly hair exposed to the wind and snow.
Although she was such a petite and weak-looking girl, Meyer, a man in power who had lived longer than Angers, felt a strong sense of crisis.
