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Chapter 622: God-killing wrath

When the golden ball of flesh fell from the sky, Caesar instantly understood what the little gift his stallion father was talking about was a sacred object that could enable ordinary hybrids to evolve, a strange creation called the Golden Holy Serum.

Pompeii hid it inside a satellite, and then after the satellite reached Sicily, he shot the magical creature out and hit his own body through a special device.

"This, how is this possible?" Patsy turned back weakly, then groped in his pocket, took out a mobile phone with a shattered screen, and searched for something on it: "The golden holy liquid can only be refined within one minute.

Only then will it be effective, that is to say..."

Caesar raised his head and saw with his sharp eyes a dim star that was gradually fading away: "Is it refined there?"

"My dear son, you are still so smart," Pompeii's body burned by the fire moved little by little, and the blackened skin cracked, revealing the reborn human body inside: "But you are still so rebellious."

"Guess, where did I create this magical thing?" Pompeii's cheek split open, revealing his reborn face. His appearance was very different from before, and his golden hair grew from his bare scalp.

It grows on the top and becomes longer, covering the strong back.

"It's... the International Space Station. It's the only place where golden holy liquid can be made in the outer space environment." Passy raised his head and said in disbelief: "You can actually do it to this extent?"

"The Gattuso family can even mobilize the British nuclear submarine force. It is not difficult to add two people to the International Space Station." Caesar clenched his weapon and said solemnly: "It seems that our battle is not over yet."

"As expected of my good son." Pompey took a step forward with a slight hiss in his voice. A pair of funny-looking little wings grew out from his back. The wings were only the size of a palm and looked similar to his.

The body is disproportionate.

The strong wind blew out from Pompeii's back, like the sharpest dagger cutting his newly grown flesh and blood. The palm-sized fleshy wings quickly expanded in the wind, turning into a pair of film-like wings that appeared behind Pompeii.

Just like the wings of a dragonfly or a cicada, they are crystal clear with black veins distributed on them.

The pair of twisted and shrunken legs burned by the holy fire also broke at this moment, and a snake's tail sprang out from under Pompeii's body, slapping on the ground with mucus, making a slapping figure.

"Let's take a guess, Caesar, what made this divine object?" Pompeii gently brushed the wings on his back: "This was originally the fate of you two brothers. You were originally the twins destined by the family."

"The twins who are above the throne." Pompeii's voice has become distorted and low. He is evolving bit by bit, evolving towards inhumanity: "But I bear this fate for you, you should

Thank me, mortal!"

Caesar didn't speak. As he waved his left hand, a holy fire rushed towards the evolving Pompeii. He was very good at it, but he also knew when to speak and when to fight.

Unlike Pompeii, who was carried away by the dragon's blood, he would not stop when the villain was making a long speech, and would stand there like a puppet.

What rushed out at the same time as the holy fire was Caesar's body holding an axe. Following the spell, the white-gold divine power gathered in his hands, and he jumped up high and looked at his father.

Holy blow!

Like a bolt of lightning, Caesar jumped down, and the ax blade went straight to his father's head. It was not that he didn't know how to take detours, but behind him was his family, so how could he retreat at this time.

Facing Caesar's attack, Pompeii raised his hand gently: "Get away, mortal!"

Dragon language came from his mouth. As the transformation into a dragon deepened, Pompeii became less and less like a human being. He was turning into an evil dragon.

The spirit of words followed and turned into a spherical realm to wrap around Pompeii's body. As the strong wind raged, everything in it was isolated, and the realm instantly turned into a dust-free land of God.'

Yan Ling · Dustless Land!

Pompeii was suspended in the air, and the land beneath him was cut away by the dust-free land, leaving behind a perfect spherical dust-free space in which not even air existed.

"Death!" Caesar's long hair was flying as he pretended to be crazy and slashed at the barrier of the Dustless Land. He was fighting against the rules brought by the spirit of words. The white-gold divine power splashed everywhere, and even the strong wind at the edge of the domain was shaken.

of stagnation.

"What kind of god are you!" Caesar roared again. In the white-gold divine power, the dark red ax invaded the domain bit by bit. Pompeii's sharp golden eyes widened slightly, as if in disbelief.

scene.

Card……

The slight breaking sound was captured by Caesar. In the dust-free land in front of him, a slight black crack appeared on the periphery of the field. In this confrontation of rules, Caesar was slightly better.

Pompeii gently put down his hand and let out a long breath: "Is that so? It seems that I still underestimate you. Let's end it now..."

Before Pompeii finished speaking, the realm of the Dustless Land was completely shattered, and the ax with a white-gold light struck his head from top to bottom, causing the rest of his words to disappear in his throat.

"What kind of mess are you dragging?" Caesar fell into the circular hole created by the Dustless Land and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva to the side. Pompeii's words just now sounded to him like dragon language mixed with Italian.

, I turned it over and over and couldn’t understand it at all.

But the next second, Pompeii, who had been prostituted by Caesar, got up from the ground. A wound was bleeding on his head, but he wiped his face indifferently. The wound was visible to the naked eye.

Healing slowly.

"Demon Town Museum"

Pompeii looked at the sky, as if waiting for something. Caesar didn't care about this and rushed towards his father again. Pompeii looked at Caesar and said slowly with a contemptuous smile: "Be patient, mortal!"

The next moment, Pompeii's figure disappeared in front of Caesar, and incomparable speed impacted on Caesar. Under the terrifying force and speed, the shield on Caesar only lasted for an instant before disappearing.

"Time Zero!" Caesar knew exactly what the Word Spirit used by Pompeii was. It was the Word Spirit Time Zero, which was known as the invincible duel. It greatly enhanced his own speed and attacked the enemy at an unstoppable speed.

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At that terrifying speed, Caesar didn't even have time to react, and several deep wounds appeared on his body. His body, which was more than 1.8 meters tall, flew up and was knocked away by Pompeii in an instant.

As soon as they met, Caesar fell to the ground dying, but Pompey continued to accelerate. In just one hundredth of a second, he would cut open Caesar's neck and drink his son's blood.

But Caesar moved, and at that critical moment, he used the magical technique he had prepared when he was knocked away: "Monster Holding Technique!"

The white-gold divine power turned into a chain and trapped Pompeii. He stopped, and what the stallion was about to face was Caesar's blazing rage even if he was on the verge of death!


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