"...In other words, I took out all my guys, just let me see this?" Hannibal shook his head.

"I can't blame me." Caesar looked at the war hammer with thunder trembling in his hand. The square hammer body was inlaid with solid and perfect crystals, and the dark golden light shone in the sky, perfectly interpreting the dwarf's atmosphere and heavy style. "Who knew it would jump out without saying a word and fall into my hands without saying a word."

"No matter what, this fluctuation of the thunder element is indeed the kind that the bishop feels..." Hannibal touched his chin, "In other words... Could it be that the Hammer of Thunder sensed your existence, so he released the fluctuation of the element?"

"It's very likely." Caesar waved the thunder hammer twice. The thunder and the power of the body perfectly merged, making a pressing sound. A scent of electric current piercing through the atmosphere immediately spread out from the air. "In front of the door of the mausoleum, my axe moved randomly."

"This is the Thunder Hammer... It's indeed an amazing thing." Hannibal stretched his hand to the Thunder Hammer. A ray of lightning suddenly burst out from the hill artifact, and then it was steadily suppressed by the Holy Light energy of the Consul Light. "Hey, he has a very big temper... It looks good, it's worthy of being synthesized by the vortex and the excitement gem..."

"...I just seemed to hear something amazing. Is it an illusion?" Caesar said with his forehead, "By the way, I think the reason why this happens is that I have obtained Thor's inheritance."

There is no need to hide this kind of thing like Hannibal. Caesar told the Paladin all the things about Thor's inheritance. Sure enough, the Tiansha Guangming consul was calm and had no surprise at all. With this guy's defiant luck, he should have done a lot of things about the soul inheritance of ancient powerful people by chance.

In the words of the Paladin, it is: "It's nothing. The shelter has nurtured countless strong men in hundreds of thousands of years. This vast world, countless relics, and unknown corners hide their footprints. The top-level strong men's high spirit and spirit leave things like calligraphy and painting notes will always make future generations gain something. Even inherit their power. Therefore, the original notes and notes left by the strong are always the most precious wealth. But to perfectly understand the realm they leave, you must have a high spiritual harmony. Just now, you should resonate with Thor's spiritual mark, which is really amazing."

Caesarci said: "I heard you say that, it seems like you have done something similar."

"Of course." Hannibal said proudly, "I can find the comments from the God of the God of the God of Conroly from a bunch of out-of-print sex from three thousand years ago! But the perfect inheritance requires a high spiritual resonance..."

The consul of Light pointed and said, "I only have a few. For example, Abe Takawa's Holy Light Booming Cannon, Billy Herrington's King's Flash and Demon Dance Illusion, Chara's Amro's scream, and even Xiaoxi and Dalin's Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Skills - a song of platinum and two goodbye..."

"...What is the Xuanhuang skill of Heaven and Earth? Is that the setting that this book can have?" Caesar was stunned when he heard it, and then he sweated coldly. He took a step back in a hidden way: "That... Hannibal, you said that perfect inheritance must be a high resonance between the inheritor and the inherited person. In other words, the spiritual essence of the two people must be extremely similar to the spirit in order to build a bridge between the spirit, right?"

"Of course, your comprehension ability is good." Hannibal gave a thumbs up and his white teeth flashed.

...Why are you so happy? Have you never thought about what the similarities between you and Abe Takawa, Billy Herrington and others? I have smelled that forbidden breath long ago!

Caesar decided to end this terrible topic immediately. He held the hammer of Thunder with his left hand and took out the wrath of the Thunder King again with his right hand. Two divine weapons made of the thunder power from the origin of the world suddenly burst out with a collusion. The two purple-gold glows began to contact tentatively and slowly merged at a speed that was hard to see from the naked eye. Hannibal looked surprised when he saw this.

"This is a sign of the formation of the suit." The Consul of Light exclaimed, "...so amazing. The dwarf artifacts ten thousand years ago have such similarities with the battle axe you created recently. Caesar. Let them stay together in the portable space. I think at most one year, your first exclusive weapon suit will be born. Such a consistent personality is enough to compete with the dragon-slaying swords under the crown of Bourkeso!"

"Is that?" Caesar was also a little happy and looked at Hannibal, "Will it be the first set of the seven of us?"

"You're going to be disappointed." Hannibal showed a meaningful smile and looked at Caesar's surprised gaze. He waved his hand, "No, no, no, it's not me. A few days ago, I received a letter from Altay. It was that guy who did it, and it was the most complete set of equipment, including helmet, armor, handguards, double claws, belts, and a full five-piece set."

"So powerful!" Caesar's eyes widened, "Is it the equipment original embryo given by the Gate of Judgment?"

"No, it was built by him in his early years." Hannibal said slowly, "Helmet-Lelouch's order, armor-Keisuke's perseverance, handguard-Yu Haruno's tight grip, claws-Altay's oath of death, belt, Caesar's embrace..."

"...There are so many things to complain about!" Caesar was furious, "The name of the two claws sounds so terrible! Although it is very suitable for the assassin's characteristics, it seems inappropriate in those strange names! Altay, you mean to kill all the males close to your sister! And what's going on with the last one! Why do I want to hug a dead girl!"

Hannibal was also worried: "By the way, the name of the suit is - Altay's Big Girl Control Time."

"I know it!" The Thunder King roared, "Why did I have to be considered a fellow man by an incurable big girl? Zi and Lan are not related to blood! So it doesn't matter if you marry! Only Altay! You can only endure the whipping of your sister as if she was a pathetic shaking, and then hide in your room on your sister's wedding day, biting her underwear when she was twelve, crying silently! This is your fate!"

"...Hey, that kind of behavior is not the category of sister-control, it is purely perverted." Hannibal sweated.

Thousands of miles away, Altay, who was hiding in the dark corner, was staring at her sister who was eating yaki. Her whole body was filled with the pleasure of love, and a terrible satisfaction was about to overflow. Suddenly, the judge was shocked, and a feeling of being abandoned by the world quietly came. Tears quietly climbed onto her cheeks: "What...what's going on, I suddenly felt so sad..."

——A moment when Altay's wet state was. The perfect breath blocking technique showed a small flaw. The girl who was watching looked fiercely, and the overwhelming flying knife roared out and stabbed Altay's hiding place.

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"After all, it was a false alarm." After hearing the two of them talk about the reason, the Archbishop also breathed a sigh of relief. The Hammer of Thunder was attracted by the thunder power or the wrath of the Thunder King, and automatically released the elemental tide of the thunder system. There was only one possibility.

"But after all, there are also a lot of gains." Caesar smiled, "About Thor's inheritance and Thor's hammer..."

"Your Majesty can just decide for himself. Thor's inheritance and Thor's hammer are covered with dust for thousands of years, and no paladin can take it away. Today, Your Majesty accepts the inheritance of heroic spirits. In the words of the dwarf, it is the choice of the big stone." Bishop Russell smiled, "I can guess as to your Majesty's concerns, but the ship will naturally be straight to the bridge. Maybe things will turn around with the best of both worlds."

"I understand. Then, let's suppress the matter of returning the inheritance first." Caesar thought for a while. Suddenly, "When I put Thor's inheritance into a book, the six holy places might as well send people to the Temple of War God to study and organize it together so that humans can benefit from it. This is what fell from the sky and is considered the legacy of the battle of hegemony. Humans are qualified to enjoy this spoil. I will not treasure it myself and hold the gods to come down to earth."

Russell's eyes fluctuated slightly. He gave a gentle salute: "Thank you for your generous pride."

"It's nothing, the moon eclipse war is coming. With each added strength, our chances of winning will be greater." Caesar nodded, as a reward, "but it's just that it's a secret technique of dwarves. Practicing with human flesh and blood, one must be very cautious. At that time, you have to worry about all the eighth-level strong men who have studied the secrets of the secret technique and improve it. The War God Temple may not be able to do anything, so it's better to ask the strong men from the other six holy places to help."

"It should be." Russell nodded with a smile, "After all, God came to earth and was discovered by His Majesty, and the Pope Hall would not be in vain."

"That would be better." Caesar smiled satisfied.

Hannibal complained to the side: "...Fuck?, if you have the advantage, you can be so righteous."

"Now..." Caesar looked at the magic clock on the wall and was stunned, "Is it already so late?"

"Of course, do you think accepting inheritance is a matter of a moment? I saw you standing in front of Thor's final writing for a long time without moving, and then I knew what happened to you, so I wandered around the cemetery for a few hours." Hannibal shrugged - well, for a few hours, it seems that the Jin Ke trash at the corners of the cemetery had also been picked up.

"Then I'll go back, probably they're already anxious." Caesar waved to the two of them, "I'm leaving."

"Your Majesty walk slowly. By the way, when the two of you went to the cemetery, Carmelo's first snow had already come. Now the wind and snow are in a hurry. Why not go back in the carriage in the Pope's Hall?" Russell said with a smile.

"It's snowing?" Caesar's eyes flashed with surprise, "There's no need, I'll go out for a walk now!"

"I forgot." Russell laughed, "Your Majesty grew up in the north, a country of ice and snow, and the snowy mountains and snow. Such snow scenes look like you are back home."

Caesar smiled, and Russell and Hannibal sent Caesar out - due to the heavy snow, there were not many believers coming to pray in the church. In addition, the Cardinal and the Consul of Light were only wearing ordinary casual clothes, so no one saw this amazing and gorgeous combination. Facing the roaring north wind, Caesar took a deep breath and enjoyed the familiarity of the wind and snow blowing on his cheeks.

"After smelling the smell of ice and snow, I feel like I have returned to the north. Unfortunately, there is no bonfire here, nor the roar of the barbarians." Caesar nodded to the two of them, and walked away in the wind and snow. The snow was heavy snow all over the sky, and pedestrians hurried back and forth, only this white-clothed figure walked slowly, as if melting into one with the snow all over the sky thousands of miles away.

Russell and Hannibal stood in front of the church gate, looking at Caesar away, and the snowflakes danced wildly, but they melted silently beside them. Russell chuckled: "Life is so simple, so simple that I envied the old man."

But Hannibal frowned: "Yes... he's that kind of guy, but. He got closer and closer to King Arthur, and he was almost at the point of getting to know each other's essence in depth. If they find that they are not as good as they imagined, or even completely opposite to their beliefs, I'm worried..."

"I understand." Russell nodded, "I ask you, Hannibal, King Thunder or King Arthur, which one do you think is better?"

"Of course it's Caesar." Hannibal was stunned for a moment. He replied without hesitation, but he saw Russell's calm eyes, and then he slowly fell into deep thought. Finally, he began to shake, "No... I can't answer which one is better."

"That's right, as you imagine. If we talk about the way of kings, Caesar, who governs the country with strong rule and exchange loyalty, can be said to be a complete tyrant. But we must admit that this king of the North can lead the North to go further and become stronger at least in his lifetime. Even if the huge empire after his death will fall apart one day, history will remember his name and will never change for millions of years." Russell whispered. "In contrast, King Arthur, who insists on absolute justice and absolute order... can be foreseeable that without external intervention, she will gradually lose the hearts of the people. She marched alone on the thorny road called justice until she was abandoned by the world... Governing the country requires power and strategy, but the Paladins must uphold justice and justice. Unfortunately, King Arthur did not find a balance between the two."

"On one side, the eternal clouds are invincible, and on the other side, the dead are the country to destroy the incense and the jade is damaged..." Hannibal sighed quietly, "But this result is not the basis for us to evaluate the advantages and disadvantages of the two, because it is undeniable that from beginning to end, King Arthur adhered to the Paladin's code, justice, protection, and mercy... If he denies her, he will deny our persistence."

"Hannibal, I want to tell you something." Russell turned his head and looked at the young crown prince. A kind smile appeared on his old face. "For hundreds of years, we have never stopped looking for the consuls, and before you, we once had a very satisfied candidate, whose name is Artoria, Artoria Pandragon."

"Then why did you choose me again?" Hannibal did not show any shock. With the intelligence power of the Sacramentary Department and the Religious Decision Institute, he had already known the ability of the King of Britannia. Judging from his talent, she was even no less than the seven crown princes. If it weren't for the drag on national affairs over the years, she might have already...

"Want to know?" Russell blinked like a naughty child. "The answer is...you're better than her."

The Archbishop turned around and stepped into the main hall of the church with a smile. He walked slowly with a kind and holy smile, behind him, Hannibal looked amused and crying.

...The answer is very simple, just because I am better than her in the Pope's position.

Like a little girl, she still lives in the dreams she knitted for herself. Although she has become kings and loses the heart of human beings, in essence, the king named Arthur is still a little girl who likes to dream.

If such a guy becomes a pope, the Pope Hall will surely collapse slowly with endless sighs. Only those who know the distance between dreams and reality and who can resolutely and cruelly break dreams are qualified to sit in this supreme position.

When we know that the world needs more than justice, we have already woken up sadly.

Hannibal smiled and slowly closed the church door. Holy light and warm fire filled every corner of the main hall. Light and glory drove the white of snow into the cold world. This is the holy light I want.

At the same time, a majestic figure raised his cup at a hotel in the commercial district of Brittania.

"I want to tell you that the Rock Temple in Iron Stone Castle and the song of Thor, the King of the Hill, has been sung for ten thousand years. His story lingers in the hearts of every dwarf, like the words of the Big Rock, peaceful and powerful. Although with the demise of the King of the Hill, the legend has gradually been attributed to legend, no one can deny that Thor's life itself is such an epic, and no one knows what Thor said when he whispered to his thunder hammer, and what he prayed to the Big Rock, and he was begging for the last battle of his life, in the last battle of his life,

What did the powerful troops say, and what did they say to the unstoppable enemy? Only his guards and the Paladins of the Pope's Hall know..." In the fire-burning hotel, Beowulf drank the ale in the glass, and his eyes flashed with a rare confusion as if they were gold and iron. His eyes turned out to the window. The New Year was approaching, and the first snow of Carmelo in winter was rustling down, dyeing everything white and covered in silver. The dwarf king let out a light breath, "Medea, the Hammer of Thor, was taken away... I want to get it back." (To be continued...)

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