Chapter 19 The Ghost and Animal King’s Ghost and Animal Aesthetics

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Kuchulin's Dead Thorn Spear was still stuck outside. For a spearman, the battle gun was left with his hands and it goes without saying what it means. He was either captured or knocked off. Bazet immediately decided to use the backlightsaber to attack the enemy first.

But before she could put on her gloves, Caesar walked out openly, kicked slightly, and jumped in front of Bazette in an instant, pressing his right hand towards his elder sister's face, and a very short-term battle began.

...As expected, the big sister who was thrusting into the air could not escape Caesar's claws, but with Joan of Arc eyeing him, Caesar was not able to do any extra moves, so he used extremely neat means to deal with Bazette.

Then again, Bazet is a legendary folk profession, and he is actually the kind of martial arts. Just like Natsu and the others, elemental power is just an auxiliary to enhance physical strength - but Bazet seems to be born with strange power, and it can even be said that under his slim figure, there is a terrifying attack power that makes people tremble. If you are not careful, you will end up with a broken tendon and a broken bone.

Unfortunately... she met Caesar. The king was the legendary criminal of the fanatical melee power department. Even the eighth-level saints in the Temple of War were unwilling to fight against him for strength, let alone a Bazette? After just one punch, Bazette was pushed to the ground with his arm twisted and fell into a dilemma of being unable to struggle - the biggest killer counter-light sword was useless.

The king rode on Bazet and laughed wildly. He subconsciously raised his hand and was about to go up to her butt.

Then he stopped embarrassedly under the gaze of Joan of Arc... Caesar pinched Bazette's neck and lifted her up like a chicken. The vital points of the back of the neck were easily pinched. Bazette naturally did not dare to resist and was lifted into the hut by Caesar.

...How to say, the two friends met in such a state of almost prisoner. No matter how you look at it, they were all scenes of the hearing being sad and crying. Bazet saw Kuchulin, who was dressed in a farmer dress, with long hair and big breasts on her face, and immediately shivered. She looked at Caesar with something else: "That...what do you want to do?"

"...I didn't want to do anything." Caesar felt very hurt, so he asked Kuchulin for comfort, "Hey, I didn't do anything."

Neither Kuchulin nodded nor shook her head, she was immediately in a dilemma, and Joan of Arc was kind-hearted. By the way, Caesar had thought that the witches were women with weird tempers, either they were full of bad water or they were full of bad water. C.C and Bernita were not good guys, and they were hard to serve to the extreme.

But Joan of Arc looks very easy to raise, has a good temper, and has a good figure, and occasionally makes a fuss like a little girl, but most of the time it is like a perfect woman with a gentle and gentle temperament. Is the difference... the difference?

In short, don't expect c.c to make a serious meal for me in this life... As for Beyonita, okay... I'd rather expect her than to expect c.c., that kind of guy doesn't know what unknown substance is stuffed in his head.

"You two are here to find me. I am Joan Arc, the Witch of Order in Witch Night." But no matter what, one of the actual leaders of Witch Night, the Witch who represents order is not a fuel-efficient lamp. When Caesar used some means to create an atmosphere that made Bazette and Kuchulin feel uneasy, Joan Arc went straight to show his identity and caught the two off guard. "You two are good soldiers, but they are not qualified scouts. I believe that the anti-interrogation ability is not excellent."

Caesar coughed gently, and his hands were pivoting in a spiraling posture - the provocative skills of the Temple of War were the most in the continent. It is said that high-level Saint Seiya who is good at this can make hundreds of mammoths run wild through a set of radio gymnastics. Although Caesar seemed to be unable to reach this level, this strange gesture made Kuchulin and Bazet feel an inexplicable chill.

...You'd better take everything now, otherwise I'm not responsible for what might happen next.

"...Forget it, if it's the person involved, there's no problem knowing this." Kuqilin sighed slightly, and Bazette nodded, as these two stupid women were looking for excuses to convince themselves.

"That's it...Joan of Arc, you are responsible for asking this sister Bazette. I'll ask Kuchulin-the two separate, if the answers they get are inconsistent..." Caesar grinned, and the meaning of the bad smile was self-evident.

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"That's it?" Caesar wondered, "and... is it finally the Shadow Council this time? It was always the Sage Hall to look for trouble... Your mission is just to bring Joan of Arc back?"

"That's right... don't you think that the executors of our missions have the opportunity to understand all the inside stories?" Bazette shook his head helplessly, "First, there is no need to know, obeying orders is the responsibility. Second, the superiors also have the consideration of 'Even if they are captured alive by the enemy, there is no need to worry about the information leak', so we only know how to perform the mission."

With Caesar's caution, Bazette and Kuchullin completely gave up their intentions and honestly explained their purpose. However, unfortunately, the two only received the task of bringing Joan of Arc back to the Shadow Council. Apart from that, there was nothing else, that is to say, these two guys seemed useless...

The barbarian was used to showing his thoughts on his face, and his silence was beyond words. Bazet's hand shape changed quietly, and a cold light flashed in Kuchulin's eyes, and then it turned into panic - her magic gun was still outside.

"I said, because you can't fight without weapons... This is a very stupid statement for a warrior." Caesar suddenly laughed and patted Kuchulin's shoulder vigorously. "The weapon is just an extension of the body, not the original oneness. The so-called combination of human beings is really a very cheap statement. Why don't you turn your body into a sword with that free time?"

No, not everyone has your physical strength that is also a pervert among the barbarians. Kuchulin originally wanted to refute this, but... she really didn't dare. Caesar's actions before this had deeply hurt the young mind of this person.

"Kuchulin, it has been controlled by this cherry-falling axe Washington." A light flashed in Bazette's eyes, but the next moment, a hand was pressed on her shoulder, silently. Bazette suddenly turned around, and Joan of Arc smiled very kindly: "Sister Bazette, what are you doing? He didn't want to kill you, why are you excited?"

At the same time, Caesar nodded, looking honest and kind, but both Kuchulin and Bazette knew that this seemingly reassuring face was hidden in the malice that made the world uneasy.

"So, you are now prisoners, and I have the final right to dispose of you both, such as where you sell or where you sell and where you sell - or if I enjoy it myself." Caesar waved his hand, "But I have a better offer, would I like to listen?"

...Nonsense. Bazet and Kuchulin rolled their eyes together. No matter what, the first option is not acceptable.

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"Why are you being targeted by the Shadow Council again?" Caesar turned around and asked as he watched the two of them leave.

"God knows that we usually only communicate with the Seven Holy Lands. The peripheral organizations under the Holy Land have nothing to do with us." A trace of worry flashed in Joan of Arc's eyes, "The lightsaber and the Death Thorn Gun... The two weapons of fate took action at the same time, caught off guard, and even I didn't have much confidence in evading. In order to deal with me, the Shadow Council has put a lot of effort into dealing with me."

"Well, don't look at these two women being a little bit too bad. Fighting is probably very difficult, so I asked them to do reconnaissance. If the two teamed up, the enemy would be inexplicably likely to suffer losses, which might bring us surprises." Caesar waved his hand, "The two of them are strong helping to use this method and the power they can use."

"I'm afraid it's not the only one." Joan of Arc glanced at Caesar, "What are you going to do with the two of them?"

"Of course they won't let them take you away... I asked them to track down the devil's traces. If nothing is found, then they are either incompetent or lazy. If that's the case, tie them up and send them back to the Shadow Council. Naturally, someone will give them the punishment for failure of the mission - of course, before this, you have to make a good deal of any effort."

"What if they surprise you?" Joan of Arc's eyes circulated, and he seemed to be smiling.

"That's talent. Shadow Council will make you think, and the people sent out will not be able to take them back." Caesar glanced at Joan of Arc, "You rule Frank. Although I will mobilize my strength to help you, I still have a good assistant at hand."

"This is another set." Joan of Arc shook his head helplessly, "I said, I'm not suitable to be a king..."

"Not suitable now does not mean it is not suitable in the future." Caesar shot Joan of Arc's forehead, "Who was born to be king?"

"Um..." Joan of Arc covered his forehead and gave Caesar a blank look. "Couchelin and Bazette will not easily leave the Shadow Council. These two guys are different from you. They are both morally polite and will not compromise on what they should insist on."

"This is easier." Caesar said lightly, "Just write a letter and let the Shadow Council hand over the person, in the form of an order. As for the two of them, they also need to strengthen their loyalty. Bazett's words give her a high salary, and Kuchulin's words give her a warehouse dog toy... Well, I'm kidding. I recommend Bazett to study abroad in the Sky Dome for a month. As for Kuchulin, I go to the Valhalla, the holy land of the wizard and Amazon, and the top professionals guide their practice. I don't believe that they are not moved."

Caesar was confidently planning how to take down the two of them, but Joan of Arc was quietly looking at him. Caesar was a little surprised: "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with what I said? Or was he shocked by my kingly aura?"

"...Is this the so-called power?" Joan of Arc suddenly whispered.

"No, this is the power of a clear conscience obtained after sacrifice and dedication." Caesar smiled, "But I want to remind you, Joan of Arc, power is a tool rather than a means. They will stay because of these, and will leave because of more. How to keep them depends on you... I can only pave the way for you, but how to guide others over is your business."

"I'm not that stuff! Don't say anything like it's happening!" Joan of Arc stamped his feet, then she looked at Caesar and smiled, "It's obviously a barbarian, why are these things very well-telled?"

"There's no way... Although I don't like it, I still have to learn a little." Caesar raised his head and looked at the blue clear sky. "I'm just a barbarian. Like other compatriots, I like to solve problems directly, I don't like brains, I don't like complex things. It's great to live simply... But no, I'm the king of heaven, their future leader, they can have no brains, but I can't. They can solve everything with fists. I have to think more about this world - this world cannot be conquered by simple power, and a beautiful hometown cannot be protected by simple swords."

Caesar looked at Joan of Arc and shrugged and smiled: "The barbarians cannot live in their own world... so I have to recite more things. But I also enjoy it. I grew up in the tribe of the beasts, and I am not a safe person. No matter what, this is my mission, this is my responsibility... and it is also the price I need to pay for enjoying all the fun I have so far and even in the future. All of this is my choice, very cheap... It is simply the best gift for those who are unwilling to be lonely."

The King of Heaven smiled like a child, then his hands expanded into a trumpet shape, and shouted to the sky: "More friends! More glory! More power! More fun! And doing sensual things with more girls! As a price, more promises! More enemies! More burdens! More killings! A hundred billion battles, a hundred billion glory! Let me all come! The good thing to save the world is only once every five thousand years! Let me enjoy it!"

...Although it is a stern bad remark, openly proclaiming his creed. Without free dedication, only relative to the rewards and equivalent exchanges, it is more powerful than empty remarks, because that person is him, who does not hide his actions and wishes, is not a great warrior who does not seek rewards, but is a firmer guardian than anyone else.

He is constantly creating and cherishing countless bonds, so he is determined to protect him.

Because he is not a born hero or a born king, his power does not come from a noble soul, and will never be.

But it's not annoying. It's indeed a barbarian speech, which is justified and makes people laugh, but everything still comes from a knowing smile that is clear and clear, and that sigh like "It's indeed his style".

Joan of Arc looked at Caesar, blinked, and let out a helpless laugh.

It’s really the ghost and animal aesthetics of the ghost and animal king.

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"Mr. Caesar... Where is Mr. Caesar..." At this moment, a white nun wandered on the streets of the capital, looking like he hadn't eaten for ten days, exuding the breath of "Come and pat and feed", but maybe she had cast a magic of reduced presence on herself, and passers-by actually ignored this foodie and let Indyx swim around.

"It's probably because I spent the night at Joan of Arc's house. Really, is the witch so attractive to you? I've made a mistake..." Index muttered in a low voice, "Sure enough, the facts are hard to satisfy. It's right for Mr. Caesar to go to keep the order of the witch, but no one has invited me to dinner... There's no place to eat..."

Indyx showed a pitiful look, but no one paid attention to her - the pedestrians coming and going, hurried by.

Suddenly her face changed, because there were familiar footsteps coming from behind, and the footsteps rose and fell, causing the sound of metal and floor tiles to clash. The other party was probably wearing metal boots, but more importantly, the wind did not fluctuate, the earth was not abnormal, and the elements did not change at all, as if the visitor and the world were integrated. Index turned around, first he saw a blue-purple skirt, gray-black armor, and then the long silver hair fluttering in the wind. Finally, her eyes fell on the visitor's expressionless but extremely beautiful face, and the light blue eyes, as if the whole world was engraved.

"...Long time no see, why are you here?" said Inticuschi.

"I'll come with Caesar." Yu raised his book, "What about you, the magic** directory?"

Two petite girls looked at each other from afar. The magic catalog of the dome of the sky was the automatic secretary who controlled 103,000 magic books, the necromancer of the fortress, and the life weaver who could change the color with his hands. This confrontation full of danger and oppression occurred in this small street. The air became sticky in an instant, as if a terrifying monster was about to appear from nothingness, but this sense of impact was fleeting, like a dream.

"I know you were ordered to do it, and I have no interest in the affairs of the Dome of the Sky." Before Indyx could speak, the second piece of paper was drawn out, and Yu's handwriting was still full of beating spirituality: "I made an exception today just to meet you. No matter whether it is wind or rain, it is best not to let Caesar be injured, otherwise there is no need for the Temple of War to take action. I will deal with you first. The fate weaver now has a reason to take action. You should know that under the string of fate, there is no chance of any magic."

"Don't worry, I'm a good deal." Indyx yawned, "Long time no see, don't you invite me to a meal?"
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