Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 345: Blurred Darkness (VI)
"Only now do I realize that among all my friends, I am actually the most ordinary one," said Caesar.
"Don't underestimate yourself, Caesar. You are the masterpiece of the Gattuso family. Do you know why the family regards you as the most promising emperor in thousands of years? Among the many children we have experimented with, you are the one who has the best adaptability to the Nibelungen Project. To be honest, if you were not such a rebellious child, we could have started this project earlier. You would be as great as Julius Caesar, and you would not even have to be crowned emperor. However, many people would be willing to regard you as the emperor of the new world. That is enough glory to go down in history."
"Really?" Caesar smiled playfully, as if he was tasting Pompey's words. "Why do I feel that I am a despicable and shameless villain? My friends are busy fighting against Odin and welcoming the coming of the end of the world. None of them are willing to retreat. Even at the last moment of their lives, they will stand proudly and stick to their last post even if they are burned to ashes. But I am secretly betraying other people in the world of half-bloods, hiding in the Nibelungen for refuge like a mouse that cannot stand the light of day. After the end of the world, there will not be even a living insect to be found. At this time, I will jump out and happily announce that this mouse is the master of this new world..."
"Honestly, I have a Disney cartoon in my head." Caesar pointed to his head. "Remember the squirrel in Ice Age? Maybe when people make TV shows in the future, they won't say I'm a great emperor. Instead, they will be extremely sarcastic and put my head on that despicable mouse to make a funny emoticon of me. You are always like this, you always talk about greatness, emperor, and new world. It sounds so cool, as if you are the masters of the world. But you never thought that maybe some people don't care about what you want, but you just force these things on him, and these are not important to him at all. He just wants to crawl to his own puddle and roll in it."
Caesar moved his neck left and right, his tendons and bones crackled, blue-gray scales protruded from the surface of his skin, his bones grew and deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye, black bone spurs broke through the surface of his body, his muscles bulged violently, and in just a few seconds he quickly shed his human form and began to mutate towards the direction of a Tyrannosaurus.
This change is completely different from the blood explosion. For example, in the past, the blood explosion that Caesar mastered was not enough to support him to reach this point. But now it is different. He has been promoted to the Half-Blood Dragon King through the Nibelungen Plan. The fetal blood from the White King has filtered out the toxicity and is a gift for him to bathe, just like Siegfried.
Many years ago, he had watched the opera "The Ring of the Nibelung". At that time, he was just a spectator, sitting in the audience and calmly appreciating every detail. But now, he himself is the protagonist on the stage. After several months of baptism, he was forced to abandon many things that belonged to him.
But he was not happy at all. Only those who became dragons could understand what kind of race this was. Behind their strength was the fate of being abandoned. This world did not welcome them at all, so they could only huddle together with their closest brothers and sisters for warmth, and angrily wanted to take revenge on the whole world.
It seemed that the negotiations had completely broken down, and the father and son finally resorted to war. In fact, Pompey also disliked the old guys in the family, so when Caesar took action, Pompey even supported him.
But Pompey is essentially very different from Caesar. He has participated in all the planning of the modern Gattuso family. He knows that these sacrifices, conspiracies and even betrayals are necessary, otherwise the entire family will be wiped out in the doomsday when the Black King comes. As the current head of the Gattuso family, he can be a stud all over the world and sow the seeds of love, but he must also consider the future of this family.
Pompeii's two wolves appeared like ink and turned into a shield in his empty left hand. On the shield were two circling wolves. His right hand held the magic spear Gungnir, and he was ready for battle. A fine silver light flowed on his armor, like a general before going into war.
When you put on Odin's mask, you will have Odin's power. This feeling is not like an equal distribution, but more like some unknown creature is living in the mask. Your body is still your own, and you are still the one controlling it, but there will be some invisible thing that helps you make better choices at every moment and release greater power.
This is Odin's Hall of Valor, a vast army composed of countless heroic legends. Any member of this army can be Odin, as long as they put on the mask and are willing to take up those legendary equipment. But there is only one real Gungnir and Sleipnir, and counterfeits can only be counterfeits and cannot surpass the greater master.
But this is enough. The blessing of Odin's mask and Pompeii himself are enough to deal with a newborn Dragon King. He has never participated in any great wars, and of course no one knows what Pompeii's words are. In a struggle of swords, the words are enough to reverse the outcome.
Pompey chanted in a hoarse voice an ancient and solemn language that Caesar had never heard before, a dragon language spoken by his own father. An invisible realm of spiritual words was activated, and Caesar could not even perceive how large the scope of that realm was. It could be something extremely aggressive, or it could be murderous intent hidden in the dark and difficult to observe.
However, this will not stop Caesar's attack. The duel between him and Pompey will determine the fate of many people in the future. If he wins, the Gattuso family will cease to exist. Angers will no longer have to think of ways to deal with the Gattuso family. Everyone can go to greet the end of the Black King with all their heart and soul. If Pompey wins, then the war will continue. Pompey will take Caesar's dragon bone cross and take over Caesar's unfinished mission. In the post-apocalyptic era, he will ascend a new throne and rule over all living beings in the new world.
The hunting knife Dick Tudo cut through the air. The newly born king Caesar possessed incredible explosive power. His figure could not be caught by the naked eye during the high-speed movement. Only the cracks that kept bursting on the wall of the Sun Room indicated that Caesar had been here just a moment ago.
Caesar was not sure what kind of power his father possessed, so his first attack was full of tentativeness. He would look for Pompeii's momentary slackness at such a high speed to maximize his own safety and crack the secret of Pompeii's words.
The sickle-weasels were firmly locked onto Pompeii's heartbeat. There was no abnormality around because of the release of the word spirit just now. Caesar decided to let the sickle-weasels attack. They could transform into violent vampire sickles in an instant. They were no longer as crazy and difficult to control as before. The groups of vampire sickles were like a well-trained army, waving the sharp blades on their long tails from all directions. The strange fluctuations in the air were like invisible sharp shadows.
Pompey couldn't see those blood-sucking sickles, but he knew what Caesar could do. No one knows his son best than his father, because those were his own products and he was certainly qualified to review them.
The sky blue cloak opened, and flocks of ravens flew out from it. The ravens spun and wrapped around Pompeii's figure, along with all the barriers of the Sunlight Hall. The whole world was filled with flying raven feathers. Caesar was surprised to find that the sound of Pompeii's heartbeat disappeared from the flock of ravens.
The sickle-weasels and ravens tore and bit each other, and the falling blood sprinkled like drizzles. Gungnir's spear quietly appeared from the flock of ravens. That attack could be said to be a completely secret surprise attack. Caesar did not hear any sound of the attack until it appeared. The astonishing number of ravens completely obscured his vision, and Caesar could not see the tip of Gungnir's spear until it hit.
But it came too slowly, and the ravens surrounding the package were forced to form the shape of a spear cluster to cover up Pompey's conspiracy. Caesar almost laughed out loud. If his father thought that this kind of attack could change the fate of both of them, then it meant that he was really old.
Caesar turned over lightly, with a movement that no human could ever do. He dug his claws into the floor and used the force in an instant to complete several rotations of his body. The tip of Gungnir's spear would pass by him, and he himself would break through the flock of ravens from top to bottom and hit Gungnir's tail. Pompey was there holding the weapon, and his heartbeat would only appear when he was attacking.
The pain penetrated Caesar's nerves, and his grip on Dictator's hand loosened for a moment. The gun was just a fake, not as scary as the real Gungnir in Odin's hand, but it was still a sharp alchemical weapon, enough to pierce the new king's dragon scales.
Gungnir pierced through Caesar's shoulder holding the knife, and as Pompey exerted force, Caesar was easily lifted up and smashed against a pillar beside him. The ravens followed Caesar's position and rotated, always keeping his surroundings covered. In Caesar's ears, these endless ravens were not illusions, but each one was real. Pompey used the caws and heartbeats of countless ravens to hide his true position, and Gungnir was as long as a lance. Caesar could not see Pompey's real location, but Pompey could use the eyes of the ravens to accurately grasp Caesar's position.
This level of injury was not a big deal for a new king. Caesar instantly jumped up from the ruins and tore Gungnir out of his body with his bare hands. His method was extremely violent. He did not pull it out but pushed it horizontally. This made it difficult for Pompey to fight him with force because the spear was too long. But this would also cause more damage to himself. However, with his current bloodline, it would only take a little longer to recover.
It was very strange, very strange. With Caesar's combat experience, he knew whether the opponent's weapon could hit him. When he saw the ravens piercing through the formation of spears, he could instantly determine the trajectory of Gungnir's attack and then make an appropriate response. There was no way that the shot could hit him.
But in fact, Gungnir just happened to hit his shoulder, like a ghost cutting, or like the return of a myth.
The raven screamed, its black feathers flying all over the sky, as if it was singing a lament. Caesar held Dick Tudo tightly and chanted the Word Spirit silently. It was no longer the Word Spirit Kamaitachi. From Caesar Gattuso to the Half-Blood Dragon King Caesar, the gap between the bloodlines was like a chasm, and the evolution of the Word Spirit was also a complete leap.
He swung his sword casually, and the light of Dicklatto's sword was random, but each sword left a white horizontal light. The flock of ravens continued to fly, crashing into the light lingering in the air, one by one, like hitting the glass door head-on. The dead ravens fell to the ground along the white streak drawn by Dicklatto .
Several white lights cut through each other, dividing the entire Sunshine Hall into different sized areas. Ravens could only move within each area. They could not cross each other's boundaries, and so could people. However, Caesar could come and go freely from this barrier-like boundary. These ravens were released by Pompeii to interfere with vision and hearing. They could not be killed at all. Caesar had to use this method to restrict them, which was equivalent to restricting Pompeii. Like the ravens, he could not easily cross those invisible walls.
The smaller the range that the sickle-weasel needs to detect, the more accurate its capture will be. After all, Pompeii's heartbeat is different from that of a raven. After reducing tens of thousands of interferences, Caesar will be able to capture that special sound.
He suddenly jumped out like a tiger, and countless ravens flew towards him, their hoarse screams were extremely piercing. They used their wings, claws and beaks to attack Caesar, but these were useless efforts that could not cause effective attacks. Caesar couldn't figure out Pompey's intention of insisting on using them, but he just wanted to cut them directly. Dick Tudo pressed out a fierce ground-to-ground slash, cutting through the feathers and bones of countless ravens in one breath, and the blade was covered with black blood.
He broke through the flock of ravens and finally saw the burly general. Pompey was already very tall, and this attire made him look as majestic as the sculpture in front of the castle.
A pair of majestic wings suddenly opened from behind Caesar. He stopped his attack that was about to take place and stepped on the flying ravens to change his falling trajectory. He had just noticed that something was wrong with Pompey and had suffered a loss once, so he was more cautious in this attack.
Caesar crashed into Pompeii like a cannonball, Dictato collided with Gungnir, and his body also collided with Pompeii's body. The huge metal echo of the armor was deafening.
The several-meter-long lance did not lose its effect at such a close distance. Pompey could manipulate Gungnir as freely as Sun Wukong's stick. Caesar responded with Dictato. Sparks flew with every knife strike. In the short moment of close combat, they had fought hundreds of times at high speed. Hundreds of scars were left on Dictato, and the imitation Gungnir was also cut with gaps.
