C.c, who was so splendid in the battle of hegemony, c.c, who was calm before the night of the Witch, c.c, who stood up in infinite murderous intent, c.c, who regretted and joyful on that night, c.c, who had hidden pain and confusion in the past two years, c.c, who was determined to fight for mankind... After regaining the memories of the day, Caesar's mind echoed the face of c.c when he woke up, and the beautiful face was constantly changing with regret, touching, joy, salvation, gratitude and perseverance. If so many unforgettable emotions appeared on a person's face, then she would be immortal.

Although c.c left no words in that period of spiritual suggestion, Caesar could feel the things in c.c's soul through it. In addition to protecting human perseverance, he could only be nostalgic and grateful for him. The Witch of Destiny always thought this way. After waking up for four thousand years of sleep, in the confusion of things and changes, there was a young man who was only ten years old who could help her before her life was in danger when he was not aware of her. This was enough to make c.c once again firm in his beliefs and fight for all the innocent people in this world - even though her memory was chaotic, even if her soul was seriously damaged in the battle with the Witch King, the things she had always adhered to had never deteriorated.

"This guy... Such a guy..." Caesar clenched his fists, "It's extremely stupid... hopeless... humans or something, is it worth you to do this? Betray your own race and fight alone, those cowardly weak people don't need you to save them... No wonder Artoria is so stupid, it turns out that you taught it..."

But... but for such a c.c, which can be said to be a matter of nothing to do, Caesar could not say any accusation. How brilliant the hero in his memory was. Before the ninth-level strongman, when the eighth-level strong enemy was surrounded by starlight, the witch of fate at that time must have been the most glorious moment in her life. This figure fighting for the indelible belief in her heart made all the accusations and dissatisfaction pale.

Because she gave up all the precious memories and years that have always been passed by, turned against her race, and fought for humanity.

"Do you want to chase after me?" Tagueo asked suddenly.

"How to chase?" Caesar said gritting his teeth. "Since she has decided, will she give me a chance to intervene?"

"It may not be, because the Witch of Destiny missed once. She didn't know that I could crack the message she left behind. She didn't know that you, a lunatic, could use this method to fight against her mental hypnosis, so you remain awake and we still have time." Tagueo said in a deep voice, "The most important thing is... when I cracked the message she left, I had completely controlled her mental fluctuations through the mental fragments. In this way, I would have a way to find her trace."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Caesar jumped up, "Look for it quickly!"

"It's not that simple." The demon dragon said slowly, "This is essentially a kind of mental power search. You know, this level of mental power application must be carried out through a carrier, that is, I need to rely on your soul..."

"Whatever! Hurry!" Caesar frowned. "Time is limited. Every second is precious."

"...Oh, it's hard to talk to the magic idiot." Tagueo snorted, "I am a magic dragon born in the void. My spiritual essence is much higher than you. I suddenly descended my spiritual power directly, not to mention the damage to your spirit. The torture of the soul transcends all the pain known in the world. Even if you are a barbarian, it's useless... The situation is similar to when you were a child. At that time, your body could not bear the power of the magic dragon, so it would keep exploding. And now... what you can't bear is your soul."

"Whatever." Caesar smiled, "I wonder which one is more painful than what c.c suffers?"

"Then you just hold it back." Tagueo's voice suddenly amplified countless times, and it was trembling in his heart, shaking his soul almost to split. However, the next moment, real pain came like a mountain torrent, and a terrifying force gathered in the void, and then suddenly burst out from the depths of Caesar's soul. Caesar's face became extremely ferocious in an instant, blue veins bloomed, gradually becoming blood-abundant and purple. Tagueo's voice sounded again, "I can't help but scream. I've divided this space, your voice cannot be heard, don't worry that the two little girls outside will find abnormalities."

Caesar shook his head with difficulty, showing a deformed smile. His body was trembling constantly, as Tagueo said, this exceeded all the pain in the world, because his soul was being torn apart by the sudden burst of void force, and then regained it with Tagueo's intervention, like the soul's lingchi.

"It's so... so good..." Caesar opened his mouth and laughed wildly. There was no way to compare, there was no way to compare. Although it was painful, there was an ending moment. However, c.c was wandering around before time, not knowing when this cursed fate would end. The pain of despair was far superior to all punishments in the world.

If this little pain could help me get her back... it would be so cheap.

The power of void is still erupting, Tagueo is quickly searching for the traces of c.c, and Caesar is still enduring the severe pain of soul breaking and reorganization. In this pain that is far superior to all torture in the world, his eyes are still bright, and his spirit is still highly concentrated. An invisible axis condenses the soul torn by the power of void in the center of his broken soul, making the soul of the barbarian more solid and meaningful in the continuous breaking and reorganization. This is the price to pay for finding c.c., and isn't it the trial given to him by Caesar? The shortcut to obtaining power is not lacking, but there is only something that must be paid, and the shortcut is nothing more than something more tragic than fatigue and sweat - for example, pain and blood.

After a while, the pain receded like a tide, Tagueo's voice also felt relieved: "Finished."

Caesar's body shook for a while and took several steps, but finally stopped falling down and stood firm. His smile was a little weak, but more satisfied: "Let's go."

"Don't force yourself too much, just call those two women." Tagueo said, "After all, you..."

"Does c.c have enemies around?" Caesar asked.

"No, she was alone, in a forest outside the city, and I don't know what she was doing." Tagueo replied.

"That's good...I'll go by myself." Caesar opened the window and jumped down. His steps were even staggering, because the mental pain made his soul appear dull. In this short period of time, the continuous burst of the power of void split his soul countless times. Tagueo's protection made his soul reorganize countless times. Now Caesar is like a newborn baby to adapt to his body again - the King's movements stumble, and then gradually returns to normal.

"To be honest, you should consolidate your realm now. If you stick around this time, the benefits will be great. One of them is that your soul is more solid and pure, and the benefits will be greater after reaching the eighth level." Tagueo said in a muffled voice.

"Do you have this time?" Caesar snorted. His speed was getting faster and faster, roaring in the air, galloping outside the city. With Tagueo's guidance, the position of c.c was completely clear. What to do now is to rush to her at full speed. Before Tagueo retracted his spiritual power, Tagueo added a layer of shielding power blocked by breath, enough to let Caesar pounce on her before c.c could react. Then he knocked the witch down and slapped her on the butt.

Just as Caesar was both excited and confused about how to communicate with c.c, a dangerous feeling came quietly.

The King of Heaven suddenly stopped. This was a small valley, which was still forty or fifty kilometers away from c.c. It took more than ten minutes to move forward in a straight line - but in front of him, a slightly short figure blocked the road ahead: "It's better to have a day than to choose a day. I was thinking about when to find you. I didn't expect you to deliver it to you."

"Who are you?" Caesar frowned, and then said coldly. "Forget it, I don't have time to talk to you, let go!"

He walked past the short man, and then the other person's words rang in his ears: "What a coincidence, I am the same."

One hand was put on his shoulder, and he must have been holding the axe and sledgehammer for many years. He was steady and full of strength. A trace of murderous intent flashed in Caesar's eyes. His right shoulder shook, and he broke free from the other party's grasp, and then quickly took three steps back. A trace of pain left by his right shoulder shocked him. For Caesar now, there are not many people who can easily hurt him.

The short man took off his cloak and threw it aside casually, revealing his rock-like body. His white beard formed into braids, his terrifying muscles bloomed with unparalleled strength, and his firm face exuded a rock-like determination. Compared to the barbarian, the short man in front of him seemed to be more like an intransitive rock. His voice was no longer as low as before, and it sounded like a terrifying thunder: "King of the barbarians, I came for the hammer of Thunder God, hand it over, and I will let you go."

"Thunder Hammer?" Caesar frowned and looked at the person in front of him again. His familiar aura and appearance... A light flashed through the Thunder King's mind, "You... are actually a dwarf?"

"We have not appeared in front of humans for ten thousand years, and can we still know us? We are worthy of being the crown prince of the Temple of War." Beowulf smiled coldly, "Since that's the case, let's return the thunder hammer object to the original owner!"

"...No, although you are a little shorter, you are still 1.60 meters tall. How could the dwarfs be so tall? Aren't you all 1.2 meters?" Caesar's face darkened, "Where did you hear that I got the Thunder Hammer, how dare you cheat me!"

Beowulf's face turned black, and lightning shone on Caesar's body, and murderous aura rolled out: "Also, who told you that I am Caesar! You claim to be this king... But the kings of all countries are definitely not as strong as you, who are you? What are your intentions for me!"

"No, I just want to get the Thunder Hammer back, and I don't want to be an enemy of the Temple of War." Beowulf waved his hand.

"Answer my question! Who told you that I am Caesar!" Caesar shouted.

"...Why are the kings in the Temple of War so suspicious? Your identity is Medea..." Beowulf suddenly stopped.

"So that's it..." Caesar murmured, "Medea, the betrayal witch among the twelve witches... It seems that Yuko Yihara not only found an accomplice, but also got together with the dwarves... Then..."

The soul throbbed, summoning power from the north, the resonance of the spirit triggered a golden glow, the secret method of the gods descending to earth explored the potential of terror, Caesar's hair gradually turned golden, roaring and showing off, Athena's sighing power merged into the thunder, the golden lightning thunder roared, and the golden lightning thunder roared. In the storm, Caesar's left hand's thunder king's wrath, the right hand's thunder hammer, and two thunder-type artifacts injected into golden thunder: "In this way, you will be even more incredible! Kill you. The winning chance against the witch will be greater, so you...just die for me!"

The wind and thunder were intersecting, and the golden power was sweeping and spitting the flying lightning, and the earth burst inched under the powerful force. Caesar held the hammer and axe and killed Beowulf. His anger and power were combined into one, the golden lightning roared, and the sharpness of the artifact teared the space. The opponent was level 8... Maybe he was a top-level eighth-level strongman, but this was the reason why he had to die here!

...Russell is not here, even if You are allowed to take action, he can only deal with one. Hannibal and I can work together to deal with the other one. C.c is definitely in a very bad state now, and he is not sure to deal with the attack of the remaining one. After all, the other party is a witch who has lived for countless years... Therefore, we must leave this person behind. Even if we use the state of Balong, we will do whatever we can!

The wind was howling. The terrifying wind pressure cut off the huge rocks and left a smooth mark. In Caesar's surprise and solemn eyes, Beowulf opened his hands and walked towards Caesar's warhammer and giant axe with a pair of fleshy palms.

Amid the terrifying explosion, Beowulf retreated all the way, and Caesar stepped forward. All the strength in his body rolled towards the dwarf king, and red blood slowly emerged from Beowulf's palm. A few bloody plum blossoms were left on the ground, but it ended here. Although Caesar still pushed Beowulf backward, he did not hurt him any more.

"A great slash, perfectly blending your will and power. What's even better is that this attack is full of guardian will." Beowulf smiled, "What makes you so strong?"

"I'm too lazy to tell you!" Caesar made a mistake with his hands, shook Beowulf's hands, slashed the battle axe vertically, and swept the war hammer across. His moves were seamless, covering Beowulf in a golden light of lightning.

"...It seems that the potential for sleeping in your body is constantly being mobilized by a terrible secret technique." Beowulf was still empty-handed against the enemy, "It looks very familiar... Little brother, can you tell me what this is?"

... So strong, Caesar gritted his teeth, and Beowulf smiled again, "The crown prince of the holy land must be the dragon among the people, the best choice among the trillions of creatures. However, the gap in rank cannot be simply made up for talent and strength, let alone, I am the same type of person as you. The king of the barbarian tribe, you want to kill me, hum, it is a fool at this stage."

"Have you said enough?" Caesar rushed over again, and his murderous aura swept through and destroyed everything. However, his unparalleled martial arts, terrible power, and all means to break the enemy on weekdays seemed to have lost their effect in front of this guy. Beowulf calmly resisted Caesar's attack and hummed, "Your physical strength is comparable to that of the eighth-level Saint Seiya. Unfortunately, our dwarf clan's talent in Yuanli is not worse than that of the barbarians. Your martial arts are all-encompassing and returning to nature, but my combat skills have been tempered for ten thousand years in constant battles. Your advantage is still my advantage--I have to admit that in terms of martial arts and strength, you are enough to be on par with me, but, if you are one level away, what should you use to fill the gap between the seventh and eighth level!"

Beowulf's hand flew past the God of Thunder Hammer, and a powerful force shook Caesar's hand along the handle of the hammer. In the clear sound, the Thunder Hammer almost flew out of his hand. Caesar shouted loudly, his right shoulder roared and hit Beowulf's chest hard. In this unforgettable gap, the Thunder Hammer had been taken back into his portable space.

"A wise choice, after all, it is not something you can control. Although the power of lightning will increase your combat power, it will increase flaws to your defense circle." Beowulf still commented on every move of Caesar. For the first time in his life, Caesar was at a disadvantage, and the Dwarf King was still noisy. "But the thunder hammer is indeed a good thing. If you don't need it, how about using it for me? I'm still empty-handed."

"Then I will do it empty-handed." Caesar took the wrath of the Thunder King back into his carry-on space and slowly clenched his fists.

"The so-called weapons are just extensions of limbs, but weapons are not limbs after all, and there are flaws. So in front of an opponent like me, it is easier to use your advantages with pure physical confrontation." Beowulf exclaimed, "This understanding is really great... If you are in the same state as me, I must not last long. I really want to kill you. If you continue like this, a hundred years later, you will be an immortal king. Do you know how many people your ancestor killed back then..."

"If you want to kill me, come..." Caesar smiled calmly, "Otherwise, I will have an irreversible murderous aura in my heart, but your heart is full of concerns, so the distance between you and me will be closer."

Beowulf was stunned and then laughed wildly: "It's getting more and more interesting... You are actually rebelling against the generals!"

From the beginning, Beowulf easily analyzed Caesar's battle situation with a eased attitude and a tone of guidance. This was not arrogance or talkative person, but it was a strategy of attacking Caesar mentally, but the Thunder King was able to recover from his calmness in a short time and counterattack. This kind of fighting talent was really terrible.

"Do you know what I plan?" Beowulf looked at the sky, "You crown princes are all treasures of the holy land. Although you don't care about you, if I suddenly hurt someone and take your life, I will definitely be beaten to the death of the ninth level. But it's still okay to teach you a lesson... I was thinking, if I can overwhelm you with absolute advantage and leave you with an unrecoverable psychological shadow, maybe I can destroy you mentally and make you unable to recover from now on. The holy land has no face to cause trouble for me, and it's better to have this anger that has been so bad that I have been for thousands of years."

"Do you know?" The Dwarf King let out a breath, "I have suppressed my realm for six thousand years. Four thousand years ago, I was qualified to attack the realm of the saint. The realm has been further consolidated in these six thousand years. Now I claim to be the strongest person below the saints, and I believe there will not be too many people who oppose it... But I cannot become a saint in the end."

Beowulf smiled desolately: "You should know why. When humans allowed us to escape into the underground world, they never gave up surveillance on us. They can allow us to expand in the infinite underground world, as long as we don't step into the sunshine. But they will never tolerate a saint from the foreign race. Saint means that they can contact the sea of ​​laws, observe clearly, guide the future of the race, and condense the axis of the race... You will never allow this kind of thing to happen. Once this king successfully attacks the holy level, the ultimate legion of the seven holy lands will break into the underground world. At the moment of success, I will face the siege of human saints. Can I escape? Still have some meaning to the dwarves? "

"Since you love your race so much, why did you run here to seek death?" Caesarm snorted.

"Thor, the king of the hills, the master of the Thunder Hammer you got is my father." Beowulf said lightly, "In order to block the summer offensive of mankind, my father sent my grandfather to die, my second grandfather to die, my uncle to die, my eldest brother to die, my second brother to die, my cousins ​​to die, my cousins ​​to die, all the men in the family are senior generals, and so are women. Everyone died, and only the two of us died. Then he sent me to the last group of retreating tribe members, and left the rock hall under your feet with the last army. I haven't set foot here for ten thousand years. After ten thousand years, things have changed, but I can still see the shadow of the past. There was a forest here before. The dwarfs hate forests, but I like to come here..."

"You ask me why I'm here. This is my answer. You want to kill me, probably because of a similar answer." Beowulf raised his right hand, "Now, do you want to continue?" (To be continued...)

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