And I have already injected King Feng’s fetal blood, so if I use other fetal blood, I will definitely lose control.”

Pompeii could only place his hope on his descendants. The lineage of the Gullweger family not only allowed Caesar to break free from Li Wuyue's control, but also greatly improved his compatibility with the holy bones.

"Success rate, that is to say it is not absolute success. What if I fail and die?"

"You always knew."

Parsi. His sword is a pair of Caesar's, named Augustus, that is, Octavian.

If Caesar died, the shadowy Parsi would be baptized in his place, just like Octavian inherited the Roman Empire.

"However, Patsy will need some simple surgery before her christening."

"So, Patsy is my brother."

"You are the only two left, he is a defective substitute."

Caesar's cold expression turned into a cheerful smile, and he dropped his guard against Pompeii.

"We still have a chance to obtain the holy relics, which is the ticket to the throne..."

Bang!

Pompeii's face twisted unexpectedly, and his muscular body hit the outer wall of the box hard.

Everyone in the Royal Opera House in Turin suddenly looked at him with side eyes, and even "Figaro" on the stage couldn't help but look towards the box.

Caesar smashed the floor, and punched the stallion's abdominal muscles with a powerful punch. He rushed forward and smashed the outer wall of the box, causing sawdust to fly.

Gattuso and his son crashed into the golden glass chandelier, and the slender tassel-like glass prisms were shattered into hundreds, and the fragments were blown down in front of the stage by a strong wind.

Amidst the heavy muffled sound of the two men landing, the well-dressed spectators fled away in panic.

Caesar and Pompeii stood up and straightened their clothes like nothing else.

Caesar tore off his tie, threw away his coat, and unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt.

Pompeii spat out the blood in his mouth and suddenly sneered.

"I thought the legendary Major Bondarev would be smarter."

"I did regress. Bondarev would not make such a stupid mistake."

Caesar rushed towards Pompeii on a red velvet seat, leaping and punching like a flying falcon.

Pompeo blocked the attack with his arms, and the two entangled and approached the stage.

"I love this show, you shouldn't ruin it."

"The wedding of Figaro...you never compensated her with a proper wedding!"

Caesar will definitely plan the most grand and beautiful wedding with his bride, and she will definitely see it.

The father and son jumped onto the carefully arranged stage, and the opera singers wisely stayed away from the two madmen.

Caesar unbuckled the scabbard, casually discarded the hunting knife Dictado into the glass debris, raised his fists in a boxing stance.

Pompeii moved all the joints in his body and stood casually, with contempt in his complex eyes.

"I want to fight you. I've been thinking about it for many years."

"Me too."

The two gritted their teeth tightly and punched each other in the scorching silence, again and again.

Fists collided with fists without hesitation, the fists were torn apart, and the finger bones were cracked by repeated heavy blows.

Neither of them used the word spirit. Caesar's bloodline was slightly higher, with superior defense and strength, while Pompeii was faster.

Pompeii changed his routine, abnormally relaxing all the joints in his body to the extreme, attacking at strange and changeable angles, and moving in erratic steps.

His movements are flexible and graceful, like tango steps. When attacking, he displays the tricky and fierce KGB fighting skills. He has a very deep mastery of Systemma.

Caesar was hit in the torso by fists one after another, but his center of gravity was as stable as a rock.

Pompey stepped forward and hit Caesar on the bridge of the nose with one blow. But Caesar counterattacked without any hesitation and hit the bastard daddy with a right hook on his disfigured cheek.

He blocked subconsciously, but when he realized it was a fake move it was too late, and Caesar's fist hit him in the chest.

"You value your face too much."

Caesar mocked in a low voice and pursued with long strides.

Pompey pressed his arms down, and Caesar grabbed his waist and threw him to the ground. The two fell heavily on the set props, breaking the piano in the Earl's Palace into several pieces.

Before being hanged at the joints, Pompey flexibly broke free from Caesar's arms and jumped up to dodge Caesar's pursuit.

The audience in the opera house was dazzled by what they saw. At this time, they no longer cared much about whether Figaro would be bullied. Everyone knew that his wedding would not be a scandal.

The two people on the stage were extremely fast, and their sense of strength and skill were even more astonishing. Many people couldn't help but violate the rules of the opera house and turned on their cell phone cameras.

The continuous brittle sounds of bones further heated up the atmosphere. The father and son entered the keel state at the same time, and their offensive and defensive capabilities were greatly improved.

Wherever the two passed, the stage set was destroyed like a tornado destroying a parking lot, and the Count of Almaviva's palace was forcibly demolished.

Caesar punched Pompey hard, clamped his arm, smashed the wall, and passed through the curtain into the backstage.

The blood-filled golden eyes of the two men exuded a dangerous light, and they kept punching, punching, and punching again.

He was beaten until he could not stand steadily, his brain was dizzy, and his vision was blocked by blood.

"Is it enough?"

"Never enough!"

Caesar's body swayed, and he hit Pompey on the arm with a slanted right fist.

The walls and floor backstage seemed to have been plowed by machine guns. Their senses were all blurred, and they staggered on the pitted ground and continued to punch.

"Don't you have any love for her?"

“Can you fall in love with a tool?”

Two uppercuts hit each other's chins at the same time, and the two fell back to the wall to support their bodies.

"You are my son! You will become the emperor of the new world. Nothing can restrain you anymore. The freedom and glory of the world belong to you alone!"

Pompeii roared hysterically and walked towards the person he loved most step by step.

Suddenly, his mind went blank and he fell to the ground in a daze.

After completing the fatal blow, Nono retracted his right foot, crossed Pompeii and ran towards Caesar.

"What are you doing!"

“I did something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

Nono helped Caesar stand up and wiped the blood from his face with his sleeves.

"Did you know it too?"

Nuonuo nodded. After reading the information sent by Caesar, she quickly understood her life experience and guessed what Caesar would do based on his character.

“Where do embryos come from?”

"bought."

Pompey, lying on the ground, replied.

Nuonuo felt a little unbelievable. How could a high-level hybrid easily withstand three attacks in a row?

"who?"

"Secret, I swore never to reveal the identity of the seller."

"I'm tired of never-ending secrets."

The bloodline from Behemoth began to take effect, and Caesar gradually regained consciousness.

"No need to ask anymore."

Caesar looked at Nono in surprise.

"What others want me to do, and which two people or dragons my bloodline comes from, have nothing to do with me. Nono is Nono."

He was silent for a few seconds and nodded. He continued to dig deeper, only to find more dirt.

"Fuck Gattuso. Fuck the Dark Lord. Fuck the Black King.

My name is Caesar, and there is no Gattuso or Gurweig behind it. Mom will no longer be cursed by this surname."

Caesar said to Pompey word by word.

Nono put on a black motorcycle helmet and stepped on the Harley's accelerator. The two of them rushed out of the theater amidst the roar of the engine.

...

In front of the stage, Patsy comforted the actors and the audience, and extinguished the anger of the staff with large checks.

"Do you know what I want to do most at this moment?"

Pompeii leaned against the wall dejectedly, with purple bruises all over his face and body.

"Aim the scourge at Turin's Royal Theater and have a grand funeral."
To be continued...