Patsy did not expect Caesar to be so sharp, but he had no intention of answering the other party, and his eyes became dangerous on the spot.
After noticing this, Caesar took a step back and spread his hands again.
"Hey, hey, hey! It's not that serious. You'll get angry even if you ask me. Are you afraid that I will take away the woman you have a crush on after I find out?"
He joked slightly surprised.
It's not that Caesar can't understand the possessiveness of men towards the women they have a crush on, but it's too rare for someone like Patsy to get angry even if he asks. What kind of little boy is he in love with?
Upon hearing Caesar's words, Patsy's lips sneered, and his extremely dangerous eyes returned to calm.
"I won't worry about that, and she will never like you!"
Regarding Nono, Patsy did not intend to tell Caesar.
He knows Caesar very well. If Caesar knows that Nono is on this island and has been involved in the Black King's rebirth plan, and it may be dangerous, Caesar is very likely to go back on his word and want to fight for the Black King.
the power of.
With the demeanor of a noble prince, he would naturally not accept this kind of power that he considered dirty, but if it was to protect a woman, Caesar would not mind getting himself dirty.
In his words, for this reason, his mother would not blame him.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's a bit arbitrary for you to say that!"
Hearing that Patsy questioned his masculine charm, Caesar couldn't help but retort.
"Although I don't mean to compete with you, how do you know that people won't like me?"
From a young age, Caesar's luck in love was pretty good. Even if his family background is not included, his appearance is considered top-notch in Europe and the United States.
In terms of love, the only iron brick he kicked was probably Nono. That was the first time he realized that when a girl doesn't like you, it's useless what you do, but when this girl has her heart, it's useless.
At that time, let alone the young master of the Gattuso family, even if he was the son of the Dragon King or the son of a god, he was only qualified to be a background board, not even a background board.
However, even Caesar himself has to admit that there are only a very small number of lunatics like Nono. The vast majority of women mainly care about their appearance and money. In this aspect, Caesar has a great advantage, and this is still the case even now.
Although he had no intention of getting to know or getting close to Patsy's crush, he really didn't think there was a woman who would never like him.
After all, this is the Nibelungen, and this woman cannot be Nono. How can there be so many exceptions in the world?
"Ah!"
Facing Caesar's confident eyes, Patsy sneered and did not answer.
He knew everything about Caesar, and naturally he also knew that Nono didn't like his innocent brother.
Of course, he understood better that Nono didn't like him either.
The person she likes is not here.
Thinking of this, Passi raised his head and looked above his head. He did not intend to let Caesar continue to ask questions, lest Nono's existence would be exposed and add unnecessary trouble to his plan.
After raising his head, Patsy frowned slightly.
Seeing this, Caesar also raised his head and looked up, and saw a large area of golden light spots above the head of the waves that were as dense as the starry sky. They were as beautiful as the golden starry sky and as dense as the Milky Way.
He was stunned for a moment, and then felt a chill creeping up his spine.
"This is the dragon blood subspecies? Isn't that outside the Nibelungs? How come there are so many dragon blood subspecies?!"
This is the first time that Caesar has seen so many dragon-blooded creatures. Although he has seen thousands of sickle and weasel groups in the subway station in the previously uploaded information, those dragon-blooded creatures in the lair of the King of Earth and Mountain
, both in number and size, were far from comparable to the dragon-blooded creatures in the deep sea above them. At first glance, Caesar even thought he saw a piece of golden-red silk.
Yingying's golden eyes lit up the sky like a will-o'-the-wisp. Not only can you see this scene here, but you can probably see the blue-black sky covered with dense golden light on the entire island.
A large number of dragon-blooded creatures were attracted and settled on the top of the giant tree where the blood spread.
From their perspective, they were just gathered outside an opaque bubble. Dragon-blooded creatures were not qualified to enter the Nibelung roots. They only saw attractive blood seeping out from the treetops.
From the perspective of the people on the island, up and down are upside down. In their view, these massive dragon blood subspecies are swimming above the clouds in the sky, flying as if they ignore gravity.
Caesar, who was closest to these golden lights, could clearly see that after the dragon-blooded creatures gathered, the larger dragon-blooded subspecies began to greedily filter and suck the blood mist that had lost its color.
And as they moved, all the dragon-blooded creatures began to become restless, and one killing after another started inside them, turning the blue-black sea red.
And further away, pieces of golden light are gradually approaching here. These dragon-blooded creatures are not even all in front of them, they can only be regarded as pioneers. The number of dragon-blooded creatures that are actually attracted is simply astronomical.
Caesar didn't quite understand why his blood was so attractive to these dragon blood subspecies. Although he was the son of Odin, he had been injured since he was a child, and the blood in his body seemed to be no different from that of ordinary people.
the difference.
What he couldn't even understand was why there were so many dragon blood subspecies here.
The Dragon King Nibelung's roots are often accompanied by the existence of a large number of dragon-blooded creatures. This has become common knowledge in today's mixed-race world.
However, no matter whether it is the King of Bronze and Fire, the King of Earth and Mountain, or the White King, there have never been such a large number of dragon-blooded creatures around them.
Even Su Mo would be surprised if he stood here, because the number of dragon-blooded creatures here is far greater than that of Gao Tianyuan.
And more importantly, these dragon blood subspecies live outside the Nibelungs, that is, in the real world!
In other words, for thousands of years in the past, there have been a large number of dragon-blooded monsters breeding in the deep sea on the bottom of the Arctic Ocean, but they have never been discovered.
If we say that the dragon-blood subspecies ecosystem near the King of Bronze and Fire only occupies a small section of the Yangtze River basin, and the dragon-blood subspecies ecosystem near the White King only occupies an undersea abyss and an underground river, the Akki River.
, the dragon blood subspecies ecosystem in front of us almost occupies the entire Arctic Ocean.
What kind of creature requires the entire ocean as its womb?
Caesar's eyes were horrified, but Patsy's eyes were not satisfied.
Seeing the massive dragon blood subspecies fighting continuously, he looked around but couldn't find what he wanted.
Tens of seconds later, he turned his attention to Caesar again.
"what are you doing?"
Caesar was still watching the game of chicken played by the dragon-blooded creatures above his head. When Patsy looked over, he suddenly felt a chill on his waist and couldn't help but immediately became vigilant.
Oops, he seems to be starting a game of chicken here too, but it's just 1V1.
"This blood is not enough."
Patsy answered Caesar's question calmly. He lowered his arm, and a dark sharp blade that was exactly the same as the "Dictado" slipped from his sleeve, except that the inscription on the blade was different. The inscription on it was "Austria".
Gustus".
These are twin weapons made by the same swordsmith, named after Caesar the Great and Octavian respectively.
Augustus's blade pointed at the ground ahead, and Patsy slowly approached Caesar.
"What I need is Leviathan, not these useless dragon-blooded creatures."
"So, you want to stab me again?"
Caesar understood what Patsy meant. He no longer covered the wound. Instead, he held Dictado in a blocking position, carefully guarding against Patsy's advance while speaking.
"Didn't I say before that if you only need that little blood, I can't help you, so can we discuss it? I'll find a syringe to donate blood, but don't stab me in the kidney!"
Caesar's face was a little pale, obviously he was seriously proposing.
Having been injured once, his physical strength was naturally not as good as that of Patsy. Although he was very confident in his sword skills, he was not sure that he could defeat the opponent in this state.
If he just donated blood, even if he gave 400 milliliters, it wouldn't have much impact given his constitution. But if he followed the previous method of stabbing his waist, he might not be able to donate so much blood, and he would be cold.
Weighing our priorities, he wouldn't mind volunteering some blood samples.
No matter from any angle, Caesar's proposal is a win-win situation, and Patsy has no reason to refuse.
But--
"no."
Patsy continued to approach, his attitude was very tough.
"I don't need your help, and I don't accept your surrender. You seem to want to use everything you have, including the Black King's power, as compensation for me, thinking that I can accept it, but in fact you don't owe me anything.
What am I doing? I just want to get my things back."
Caesar didn't owe him anything, and he wanted to get back what belonged to him from Caesar. The two seemed to conflict, but in fact they were not contradictory.
Just like a girl who grew up in an orphanage learns when she becomes an adult that she is actually the daughter of a rich man, but was held in the wrong arms at birth, emotional dramas often include a vicious nurse or mother who deliberately switches children to take the blame, making the audience angry.
The emotions can be projected, but what if there is no villain in fact, but a simple mistake? Who should be blamed for the girl's tragedy?
Blame the adopted daughter? She doesn’t even know that her parents are not her biological parents; Blame the parents? The parents themselves are just ordinary people and have no special abilities such as blood induction; Blame the hospital? But if the war was raging, the hospital would only try its best to save people
, and even rely on the hospital to ensure the safety of mother and daughter, and have no time to take care of these details?
Sometimes, tragedy occurs entirely due to pure coincidence, and there is no perfect perpetrator for people to vent their anger and dissatisfaction.
But it is impossible for the person involved not to be angry because of this. After all, the sincere companionship and trust of the parents will create a huge gap during the separation of more than ten years. Even if they recognize each other later, the relationship will not be as close as the one they cultivated since childhood.
What is more coldly realistic is that in the future, my inheritance will have to be divided equally with the person who robbed me of my life, or even not.
Under such a huge psychological gap, no one except the saints can eliminate their own anger.
Therefore, Patsy was unwilling to accept Caesar's "help" or "compensation".
More than ten years after my life was robbed, the person involved suddenly came out and said lightly that everything you want can be returned to you at any time, and I will not take a penny from you. It was just a misunderstanding before.
Although this approach is already a moral model, if you easily accept the other party's compensation and overtures, then what is the patience you have endured for more than ten years? What is the life you have lost?
He could not accept any kindness from Caesar, which was a denial of the pain he had endured for so many years.
so--
"Hold the knife steady, let us let the knife and the sword speak!"
The moment the words fell to the ground, Patsy rushed forward like an eagle.
The dark hunting knife pierced Caesar's waist, and he didn't seem to mind attacking Caesar's weak points at all.
"Ding! Dang!"
The sound of Qingyue's swords clashing sounded. The two hunting knives were made of exactly the same material and vibrated at the same frequency when they collided with each other.
Even though he was injured, Caesar's sword skills were still superb and he successfully defended against Patsy's attack.
But instead of feeling relaxed, he felt even more stressed.
He is proficient in the Assassin assassin sword and the Polish cavalry sword. One of them is wide open and the other is secretive and deadly. No matter which one is used for offensive swordsmanship, this is also his personal style. He never thought that he still has
The day I was forced to defend.
And now, the day has arrived.
Unlike Caesar, in order to cooperate with Yan Ling, Passy was more proficient in defensive counterattacks. However, swordsmanship is a killing skill, and he was not weak at all in terms of offense. In addition, Caesar was not injured and he was not injured. For a while, Passy had the upper hand.
The blade ruthlessly swept across his cheek, scraping away a trace of blood. Caesar quickly realized that what Percy said before was true. If necessary, he did not mind using his life to complete the sacrifice. He might really kill someone.
Kill yourself!
Even though Caesar didn't mind giving up the position of the young master and the power of the Black King to Patsy, he definitely didn't want to be killed by him.
In the crisis of life and death, Caesar's golden eyes were involuntarily ignited. Although he was only an A-level hybrid, the majesty exuded by those golden eyes was even greater than that of Percy.
With the golden pupil illumination of the dragon-blooded creature above their head, even though the candlestick where they were was extinguished, the visibility was still high. Kamamaitachi could not exert much effect in this situation.
But as Caesar's dragon blood continued to boil, his golden eyes became brighter and brighter, the heart in his chest vibrated like a drum, and the sickles and weasels in the room were dancing like crazy.
"laugh!"
A slight sound of air flow passed by, and Percy felt a slight chill on his face, and then smelled a faint smell of blood.
He lowered his head and saw that the clothes on his arms had been cut open at some point, as if they had been cut by a sharp blade that was thinner than a blade, and a red mark appeared on the back of his hand.
Word Spirit·Vampire Scythe!
Without mastering the skill of violent blood, Caesar actually improved his bloodline and advanced the speech spirit with just his will.
No, rather than improving his bloodline, it is better to say that he is liberating his original bloodline.
As a second-generation species, even if his qualifications are not reflected in strength, they cannot be at the level of an ordinary A-level hybrid species.
"Sure enough, he is indeed the person that the family has been waiting for for thousands of years!"
Patsy sighed in his heart, and then an ancient chant sounded from his mouth.
Yan Ling · Dustless Land!
The transparent shield expanded outward like a sphere with his body as the center, and the vampire scythe crashed into the shield of the Dustless Land and seemed to sink into the sea.
Under the pressure of the dustless land, Caesar had to retreat to a corner. He should have left this unfavorable terrain, but Passy had already guarded the only staircase that could leave here.
If this continues, as long as Patsy takes a few steps forward, he will be completely crushed by the high-speed flowing wind element surface of the Dustless Land.
Although this word spirit is used for defense, once it is used for offense, the effect is also very terrible.
With Caesar's current strength, he is still unable to break through the defense of the Dustless Land, and can almost only close his eyes and wait for death.
But he didn't give up. Since he couldn't get close with sword skills, he had to use the spirit of speech!
After making up his mind, Caesar chanted the voice of the vampire scythe with all his strength.
Thousands of wind monsters left their nests and rushed towards the dustless land, but returned without success time and time again.
To break through the defense of Wuchen Land, what is needed is a powerful attack that can break through its upper limit of defense, not a high-frequency low-damage attack like the Vampire Scythe, not to mention that both are wind elemental spirit spirits, which have no effect.
The Sky of Dust defeats the Vampire Scythe.
Looking at this situation, Caesar is almost bound to be defeated, or even torn to pieces.
However, just as the air curtain of the Dustless Land advanced in front of Caesar, a change occurred. After the two realms of wind-attributed speech spirits clashed, they quietly began to merge.
Under the continuous attack of the vampire scythe, the boundary between the two realms of speech spirits began to blur. The circular realm with Patsy as the center suddenly turned into an elliptical realm with two people as the focus.
The dust-free land of Parsi could not help but include Caesar under its protection!
Correspondingly, Caesar's sickle also merged with the surface of the Dustless Land, becoming a wind blade hovering outside the Dustless Land.
Outside the Dustless Land, the vampire scythes with increased power shot everywhere like thousands of arrows. Inside the Dustless Land, Passi and Caesar were as safe as a mountain, not affected by any external dangers.
The words and spirits between the two seemed to confirm that the other was one of their own, unable to harm the other at all, and even formed a defensive weapon like a bunker.
"How can it be so integrated?"
Caesar, who had escaped from the crisis, looked at the changes in front of him in surprise.
Even for him, this is an extremely rare situation. The foundation of the realm of speech and spirit is the spirit. The realms released by different people are also mutually exclusive spiritually, and it is generally impossible to merge.
If spirits of the same attribute would produce this phenomenon, then dragons would not pay so much attention to bloodline.
"Is that really the case..."
Patsy was not too surprised. After losing his status as heir, he became Caesar's shadow. The family also deliberately re-adjusted his genes after Caesar was born. It can be said that he is a person who lives for Caesar.
He didn't know whether this was a modification made by the family to allow him to better cooperate with Caesar, or an insurance policy to prevent him from taking action against Caesar.
However, no matter what the purpose was, neither he nor Caesar could use the Word Spirit on each other now.
It's a pity that human beings' fighting spirit will not change due to the loss of the spirit of speech. Without the spirit of speech, they still have swords.
As long as there is a sword, victory can be decided.
In the field, the battle between the two is about to break out again.
Just when the two were about to fight again, the sound of rapid footsteps suddenly sounded from the stairs below, as well as Alpha's familiar and old voice.
Caesar and Patsy looked at each other and stopped in unison.
