Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 346: Blurred Darkness (VII)
It seems that Pompeii's rhythm is not unbreakable. A fake is always a fake. His Odin is far less shocking than the one in the rainy night story.
Pompey seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. He suddenly leaned forward and gave up his defense. Dictator immediately left a deeper mark on his armor than before. The heavy shield on his left arm used offense instead of defense at this moment and pressed towards Caesar.
His current situation is a bit like a heavy infantryman from the Macedonian period, with a long spear, heavy armor and a round shield. These can arm him into an iron barrel that is impenetrable to swords and guns. He has enough strength, but his speed is not that fast. After losing the cover of the raven, his active offensive rhythm seems a bit stretched.
Caesar was just the opposite. With his dragon body, his speed was more important than his strength. The pressure of the shield forced Caesar to use Dick Tudo to block it. At such a close distance, he had no room to dodge. But the thing was too heavy, much stronger than it looked. It was like a cannonball fired at someone's face.
He had to give up Dicktudo. The muscles in his arms instantly swelled and he used his dragon claws to forcibly catch the shield. The burning dragon blood boiled in his body. The solid bronze shield cracked between his palms. Spider-web-like cracks spread from the edge he held to the center. The material of this thing was extremely hard but lacked toughness. Caesar's strength had exceeded the upper limit of what it could bear. The shield immediately became shaky and disintegrated into countless pieces in Caesar's increasingly violent outbreak.
The accident happened so suddenly that Pompey didn't even have time to react. The shield shattered in an instant. He just heard the sound of cracks bursting in the previous instant, and the next instant Caesar rushed out from the countless fragments, his face covered with dragon scales was hideous and terrifying.
The distance was almost completely close. No matter how skillfully Pompey controlled Gungnir, he couldn't stab himself. The weapon was too long. The two people wrestled with each other in the most traditional way and no one could use weapons.
Each of Caesar's punches was like hitting the door of the safe. Pompeii's armor made a ping-pong sound like a symphony orchestra. The armor was tougher than a shield, and Caesar could only leave slight white marks on it without being able to break it directly. He simply changed his strategy and hit Pompeii's head. Although that place was covered by the entire eagle helmet, the head is the most vulnerable part of the human body. The body can withstand high-frequency impacts, but the head may not.
Pompey was actually a master of Tai Chi. Caesar's strong power was continuously neutralized by Pompey's suddenly soft body. It was hard to imagine that a person wearing heavy armor could perform Tai Chi with a body covered in metal, but Pompey did it. They fought with fists and feet, using shoulders and protrusions on the body to pierce the opponent, but Pompey was always able to hit Caesar's power from the flank. He was very familiar with the body of dragons, and he could always neutralize Caesar's murderous punches into soft ones, and finally hit the helmet without much sound.
With the last kick, Caesar bounced back lightly, his wings spread out, easily carrying him to fly without any need for flapping. He realized that it was a waste of his energy to continue fighting like this, and he had to use other methods to break the deadlock.
The high-pitched chant of the Word Spirit was like a hymn, and the expansion of the Word Spirit domain was so violent that in almost an instant, Pompeii felt that he was already in the range of the Word Spirit, and there was no way to escape. It was not the wind pressure or the high temperature, but the absolute majesty, the majesty from the newborn hybrid dragon king, just like you are just an ordinary climber, and when you are halfway up, you suddenly find that the mountain under your feet is collapsing towards you, and the whole world for you is only that terrifying, overwhelming destruction.
But this field looks completely transparent, and even makes people feel it is a little gentle. The marble floor rolled up silently, and the ravens that came into contact with the field couldn't even utter a scream. In an instant, they turned into tiny flesh and blood. All kinds of stone debris slowly rose in the field. They seemed to have been crushed to an extremely small level by some unknown force, as if the surrounding air was an invisible steamroller. The black blood of the ravens swirled around Caesar, as if the god of death with a scythe was flying around the throne.
No one knew what kind of word spirit this was, but the only ending it brought was undoubtedly death. Caesar's chanting became louder and louder. Word spirits with such a long dragon text were very rare.
Nono was finally able to avoid the raven and see the situation in the center of the battlefield clearly, but this was not what she should see. Although the Sunshine Hall was large, Caesar's territory was even larger.
The door was suddenly pushed open, a hand was placed on Nuonuo's shoulder, and she was pulled out forcefully, and then the door closed heavily.
"I know you care about Caesar, but honestly this is not something we can watch. Standing in a place like this will only lead to us being dragged into it and dying." There was no expression on Percy's face.
"Whose side are you on?" Nono asked. She had her own judgment on whether to continue watching and it was not Percy's turn to judge. To be honest, the moment Percy brought her out, she even thought that this guy was going to kidnap her to threaten Caesar into submission.
"Whether it's the Patriarch or Caesar, it doesn't matter to me who wins. At this point, I won't help anyone." Percy said, "This is the best choice, because there is no way to be sure which one of them will stand to the end. If I choose the wrong one, I'm doomed."
"I always thought you were loyal to them."
"I'm very loyal. I've never thought about betraying anyone. I just hope that I can go a little further and see what these so-called big shots will become." Rarely, a smile appeared on Percy's face, but that smile was not one of genuine joy. Instead, it was more like a kind of exhaustion.
In Gattuso's family, he could become a secretary only because he was a substitute for Caesar. If anything happened to Caesar, it would be him, Percy, who would become the Half-Blood Dragon King. Before this, Percy had always been a small figure in Gattuso's family. Pompey and Caesar could command him to do anything at will. He was tied to this family from the moment he was born and had nowhere to escape.
But after today, things will be different. No matter how the battle in the Sun Room ends, the Gattuso family will no longer exist. This will be a memorable day for Passy, the day he is free.
Pompey walked forward towards Caesar's territory. It was extremely dangerous to get close to an unknown word spirit that was being released. With every step he took, a layer of the armor on his body would be peeled off. The first thing to be lost was the paint on the surface, then the interlayer inside the material, and finally the material itself. When he lost everything that was used to protect himself, he would be killed instantly in this field like a flock of ravens.
But only in this way can one resist the ultimate words of a half-blood dragon king. Pompey held down his mask with his left hand and slowly raised the imitation Gungnir with his right hand. It was the same chanting of the words, the same instantaneous spread. His bones made slight explosions that echoed in the closed armor. The tip of Gungnir's gun and Caesar's burning golden eyes, a trajectory that was sure to hit the target had already taken shape in his field of vision.
His Gungnir doesn't have the same terrible effect as Odin's original. That weapon made from the young branches of the world tree can reverse cause and effect. You will be injured because I threw this gun, so Odin will definitely hit the target when using that thing.
The reason why Pompey was able to stab Caesar was not because of anything else, but because of his Word Spirit, the Holy Judgment. The effect of this Word Spirit was absolute hit, and the holder did not even need to aim specifically. He could just pick up a pistol and shoot behind himself, and those bullets would violate the laws of physics, draw all kinds of strange arcs or trajectories in the air, and finally hit the desired target.
"Come on, son." Pompey whispered softly. This was a battle between father and son. For their own wills 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 was the time to test it with their own hands!
Gungnir was firmly controlled in Pompey's hands. Instead of throwing it, he held the spear of amazing length with both hands and pointed it firmly in Caesar's direction.
He suddenly started running, and his armor made a heavy metallic collision sound. Those things were incredibly heavy, and they were made of alchemical materials, which gave him the defensive power to resist the Dragon King. But now these things have become a burden. He must run fast enough to let Gungnir touch Caesar.
The distance was getting closer and closer, and the hand that gripped Gungnir became tighter and tighter. The consumption of this running was even more astonishing than fighting. The moment Caesar entered the range, Pompey actually jumped up. A general wearing hundreds of kilograms of heavy armor could actually jump to a height even more astonishing than the pole vaulting world champion.
Gungnir thrust! The target was Caesar, but it was not just one strike full of faith, but hundreds or even thousands of times! In the time between Pompey's leap and landing, Gungnir was able to attack Caesar all the time. He thrust countless times in this instant, a thousand strikes in an instant. In Caesar's vision, countless spears formed a dense net, rushing towards him.
The long-prepared Word Spirit completely erupted at this moment. The ground shook violently, strong winds and debris flew, and there were creepy noises everywhere. The concrete and stone pillars in the sun hall were all cracked, and huge pieces of earth fell along the flat cross-section, turning into dust in an instant when they came into contact with the field.
There were countless invisible wind blades cutting through the space in the entire domain. There was no high speed, no explosion, and no sound. A single cut could only leave a mark on a solid object. But what if this attack happened millions or tens of millions of times? Their density was enough to cut a coin without being noticed by the naked eye. All enemies in the domain were these secret and raging wind blades. Everything that could be cut would be destroyed again and again !
Nono and Percy looked back together. The Sunshine Hall seemed to have completely evaporated out of thin air in a few seconds. Undetectable powder was blown into the sky by the wind, and finally sprinkled as a fine rain, falling on their heads and around them. There were rustling sounds everywhere, which was the sound of sand bouncing on the ground.
"You lose." Caesar stood in what was originally the Sunshine Hall, but now there was nothing around him. Gungnir pierced his chest, and large amounts of blood flowed along the gun and finally dripped onto Pompeii who was lying flat on his back.
Pompeii's flesh was almost plowed over, with subcutaneous tissue exposed in many places, and some organs were seriously exposed. He was losing a lot of blood. Everything he could use for defense was gone, including the mask of Odin, which turned into dust and dissipated in the air under Caesar's words. It stands to reason that everything on his body and everything around him was destroyed by the words, and it was even more impossible for him to survive in the center of the domain. The only answer is that Caesar let him go.
It's funny to say that there were always conflicts between them. When Caesar was very young, he said that one day he would kill Caesar, an old man, to avenge his mother! When Pompey heard this, he didn't get angry like most parents and spank Caesar. Instead, he picked Caesar up and let him struggle. He laughed and said, "Look at you! You are not even as tall as me, and you still want to challenge your father!" Then he kicked Caesar in the butt and threw him into the lawn to kiss dog shit intimately.
If we talk about hatred, there are really too many reasons. Now Caesar has grown taller than Pompey, and he even has a chance to kill Pompey. But facing the moment when the man jumped high and threw the spear, he still couldn't help but soften his heart.
He doesn't agree with your philosophy and has never helped you with your education, but aren't all fathers the same? They are always not good at expressing their love for you, but they never hesitate to give you the best things they have. Even if they have a meager salary, they will think that if they work harder, they can give you the birthday gift you want. Even if they are sick, they will just bear it. If you say you want to take him to the hospital, he will scold you for not understanding how hard it is to make money.
In fact, Pompey didn't have to do this. The family had a backup plan for the Nibelungen Project. It wasn't just Caesar who could do it. Percy was also qualified. The child raised by the Gattuso family would be more obedient than Caesar. Percy would definitely spare no effort to build the Nibelungen for the family as a half-blood dragon king. If it was Caesar, no one could guarantee what this child who had been rebellious since childhood and never concealed his disgust for the family would do.
The old guys had considered the possible risks. If Caesar gained power and the first thing he did was to rebel, then no one could stop him.
But the Nibelung Plan finally chose Caesar because Pompey argued that those people should believe in their son. Caesar was the emperor that the Catuso family had been looking forward to for thousands of years, even though he knew better than anyone what Caesar might do in the end.
That was the best gift Pompey could give to Caesar. Even if the ending was the failure of the Gattuso family's careful planning, it was enough for Caesar to succeed. Whether he became a king or turned back, that was the path he liked and chose. Even if he would get hurt later, his parents had 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 would say something when they had the chance, but now no one could say a word. It seemed that everything they wanted to say was conveyed in their eyes. We are father and son, so of course we should understand each other.
"Goodbye." Caesar was the first to speak. 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 softened his heart in the end was his son? If Pompey was really determined, the last of the thousand strikes should have gone straight through Caesar's heart, not his chest.
"Goodbye." Pompey slowly closed his eyes. "When you get married, remember to save a place for me, right in the middle of a bunch of beauties."
"good."
A fresh breeze blew from the vast alfalfa fields. Caesar didn't like the monastery before, but he liked the fields outside the monastery very much, because since he was a child he could hear all kinds of sounds that others could not hear, and he could always gain something when he was in nature.
But this time, he didn't like this feeling at all. It was the first time that Caesar Gattuso thought that he was really a lonely person.
