ps: Do you think the saber line has been opened at the end of this chapter? It’s so sweet! It’s just started! This volume is only half written! Stupid human meow!

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Caesar has never learned the magic cannon technology that was played by the wizards of the sky. In fact, the Saint Seiya is born with a hard-working manipulation of the free and unimaginable magical quality. The title of magic idiot is not a false reputation. Therefore, Caesar's use of acquired powers such as the power of thunder and fire, the corrosive breath of the crown of sin, and Athena's sigh is also extremely simple and simple. In addition to wrapping them around the body or weapons to strengthen the damage of martial arts, the only remote way to use is to continuously compress, compress, compress, and when it is compressed to the extent he thinks it is appropriate, he will blast it out all the time - the most exquisite work he has ever done is to use the electromagnetic force of thunder to float countless weapons in the air, and then spray it with devastating acceleration. Although it looks gorgeous, the energy utilization efficiency... whether it is not mentioned or not.

At this moment, he was also using a unrestrained and rough way to compress all the power that could be compressed. The magic power from the betrayed witch, which was contaminated with the aura of sin, was now exuding a black and red breath. The condensed magic power rolled up a purple-black vortex in front of Caesar, firmly blocking the magic cannon that Medea sprayed. However, the strong thrust generated by the collision of the two magic powers still made Caesar unable to bear it, but fortunately, Artoria, the Knight King squatted slightly. He held Caesar's back with a heavy shield defense posture, and the hand holding the sword in the stone was quietly gathering magic. They were both top warriors, and some things could be understood with just one look. For example, the next tactical arrangement.

The black and red magic that was spreading through the sky and earth gathered towards Caesar with the polluted aura of sin. The tornado had been broken, and the terrible power that dispersed returned to Caesar's hands like fog, venting its strength and anger in his hands. The king took a deep breath, and the last fog of magic power flowed into his palm like light smoke. There, a pure fusion of black and red was advocating its existence. It kept spinning, blocking Medea's magic cannon, and wasting away the power of destruction.

"That's..." With a loud shout, Caesar's hands suddenly withdrew. "——Now!"

The black and red sphere suddenly burst out a destructive pillar of light, roaring against the purple magic light, and advocating its existence in a devastating manner, competing with Medea's magic cannon - the magic power condensed was not very abundant, and its use of energy was far inferior to that of the powerful witch. Time was not enough, so...

Artoria suddenly turned out from Caesar, and the holy light gave the paladin a terrifying acceleration. King Arthur, who lifted the sword in both hands, issued a champion charge without hesitation. The golden light lingers on the sword in the stone, carrying a golden dreamy shadow. The girl raised the sword in the stone high and liberated the chosen real name of the Heavenly Chosen.

Sword in the stone. Seven Kills with one sword. Seven sword lights broke the obstacles of space, rolled up sharp sword lights, and the hot holy light turned into an invincible blade, releasing the king's anger through the divine sword. At this moment, Medea really felt the arrival of death, and the betrayed witch let out a crazy roar and floated backwards quickly.

Artoria slashed the sword with anger, and the magic circle constructed turned into pieces under the slash of the sword in the stone.

"Don't stop! Don't give her room to summon that thing!" Just as Medea retreated, Caesar rushed forward suddenly, with some black and red pollution magic left in his hand, and was condensed into a huge broken mountain knife by the Heavenly King. The barbarian waved his terrifying weapon to speed up the breakthrough, and slashed at Medea fiercely, "Kill her!"

"Damn it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it!" Medea waved his hands, and a large purple light bullet rushed towards Caesar. The king slashed with the momentum, breaking the blockade of the barrage, and then Artoria took advantage of the opportunity. The sword in the stone swept the deadly cold light and slashed at the witch's neck. The witch kept maintaining the magic gun-cannon mode at a high speed, but the Paladin and Saint Seiya still maintained tacit synchronization and cooperation, attacking and defending, perfectly. The Thunder King and King Arthur attacked alternately, shortening the distance between the three at an extremely fast speed, and the competition like the wind spread in the broken hall. In this relatively narrow space, the caster was destined to be caught up in the moment the distance was shortened.

The black and red broken mountain knife stabbed into Medea's spreading six-edged Bauhinia's scattered light shield and inserted halfway - however, the Saint Seiya floated and retreated, and opened her hands to Medea. On top of his head, Artoria jumped up, and the sword in her hand shone with a terrifying light. Then Caesar let out a grim smile, detonating the broken mountain knife composed of polluted magic.

The aura of sin was scattered and confused, releasing the devastating explosion star, swallowing Medea. The power of this explosion was not enough to hurt the eighth-level witch, but at least it could gain precious time and time to win.

In the black and red fog, a holy light pierced the endless darkness. Artoria swooped down, and her figure broke through the power of darkness and slashed hard at Medea's head. The fighting consciousness of betraying the witch was already extremely sharp, and she made the best reaction at the critical moment. She leaned back and faced King Arthur with one hand at the same time.

The purple sphere suddenly exploded, and the air waves blew away Artoria and Medea at the same time. However, this was not over. Caesar held the Dragon Slash Blade and had quietly covered it up. This time the witch had nowhere to hide. The roaring sword energy blew her blue hair back. The green light of the divine sword illuminated her cold eyes and brought her back to her original dream - how long has it been she not dreaming about what happened at that time? I only remember when I first met, the barbarian who was as strong as a cow, the muscular brother who was the least good at dealing with, was also... the first man she remembered.

The magic sword suddenly stopped in front of her throat. Caesar gasped for two lightly and said in a deep voice: "Don't play tricks. You won't die. As long as Yiyuan Yuko returns my sister back, I will let you go..."

Medea didn't say a word and hit the tip of the sword. Caesar steadily pulled the tip of the sword. The sharp edge was on the witch's neck: "...Do you want to die? Is it fun to turn black? Is it so funny to call "Bulkeso" all day long, is it spring?"

"Why don't you kill me?" The crazy look in Medea's eyes faded a little.

"If my sister hadn't been in your hands, I would have killed you with one knife!" Caesar said impatiently, "You should notify Yiyuan Yuko now and ask her to send my sister here, we can exchange hostages, and fight again after the battle is done!"

Caesar looked at Artoria first, then looked at Medea again, suddenly sighed, and took the sword back: "Forget it, get out of here now. I have something to deal with. Go back and tell Yuko Yihara and ask her to send my sister."

"...Do you know what you are doing?" Medea and Artoria were stunned for a moment.

"Everyone said, if you lose, get out of here, as an exchange for me to spare your life. Let Yihara Yuko send my sister here, don't you understand what others say?" Caesar waved his hand and sneered, "Of course. You can also not let anyone go... That's the shameless night of Witch Night. Since you are shameless, I will not be polite to you anymore."

"..." Medea felt a little frustrated, and she came to seize the sword of Alaya. However, the barbarian who suddenly broke into it made a bad thing. Then she ran away because of some unpleasant knots. In the end, she was defeated by the other party and was even spared... What's even more outrageous is that the barbarian let herself go after the fight?

"Don't feel good about yourself. I just have a private matter to deal with Artoria. I don't want you to stay here to disturb me." Caesar glanced at Medea, "Of course, if you really don't want to leave, I'll cut you into a stick, and it's still harmless."

"Tomorrow, you will see your lively sister." Medea looked at Caesar deeply, and then hesitated, "Your sister... forget it, you must protect her well and not let her be hurt again."

"Another?" Caesar was surprised by what Medea said, and before he could answer, the witch disappeared.

Among the huge king's temple, only Caesar and Artoria were left. Caesar looked at the throne that had been broken into pieces and the messy hall comparable to the ruins. There was a super hole with a diameter of seven or eight meters above the head, and a super concentric circle drawn by the sword storm on the ground. Everything was beaten into a mess, many of which were done by barbarians.

Caesar sat carelessly on the stone steps, Artoria hesitated for a moment and sat down.

The strong enemy has gone, and the two leaned together, with a certain sense of tranquility. No one spoke, but just calmed down the damage of high-intensity combat. After a long time, Artoria said softly: "Merlin...is okay."

"Well, it's okay, it's okay, I finally saved my life." Caesar said lightly, "I'm just still sleeping."

"That's great..." Artoria sighed, "Caesar, your heartbeat tells me that you are hesitating about the upcoming choice. Haven't you made up your mind? Come on, tell me the answer."

She turned around and stared at Caesar's eyes. Her emerald eyes were sacred and solemn, and calm and composed. Her voice was still calm, as if it had never wavered: "Tell me, Caesar, tell me everything."

Caesar stared at the person in front of him and suddenly laughed. He found that all his worries and hesitations were redundant. Since she thought she was king, her path would not require anyone to question... Let's talk about other things later.

She has the right to know everything, and no one is qualified to hide it. Since she thinks she is king, then...

The golden parchment roll jumped out of the ripples in the space and fell on Caesar's hand. Looking back at Artoria's eyes, Caesar said quietly: "This is what c.c left to me, which records everything about her and you... Artoria, before you look at it, I want you to promise me something with the pride and dignity of the knight."

"...Is it a knight, not a king?" Artoria smiled bitterly, "You said."

"No matter after reading these, are you calm or desperate, indifferent or crazy, no matter how painful, regretful or sad you are, don't end your life, and live...even if you live for yourself." Caesar handed the parchment to Artoria, "...If you can't do it, then rely on me and let me change you."

"I promise you." Artoria's eyes were still calm, and she slowly unfolded the golden sheepskin roll.

Waiting is a long and painful thing, and Caesar calls his precious daughter in his soul: "Pray...what is the wind egg?"

"Very smooth. My father, oh hehehe... It's a great experience, the feeling of raising that child." Qi seemed very excited. "As the first daughter of my father and I, she seems very healthy. The seed of void has shaped her body according to the characteristics of wind, like an egg animal, absorbing magic and the origin of wind. Then the new creature broke out of the shell. By the way... The shell of the wind egg will be a very good magic ritual, just call it the Wind King barrier!"

"As for the child's name..." Qi Sha said, "Because her origin was Feng, according to the previous agreement with her father, we gave her the authority to control Feng and named her Lei. The weapon she transformed was called Fenghuang Baoshu..."

"...It doesn't matter what it is." Caesar's expression was a little subtle, "... The question is, what should she call me?"

"According to the preferences of my father, as the daughter born with my beloved daughter, she should be a granddaughter in principle, but in some ways, she should also be called a daughter, and it reflects the essence of the father's daughter controlling the ghost father..." Qi thought for a while, and then said very happily, "Then there will be many taboo pleasures when having sex with these daughters!"

"...I told you that these are my brains broken." Caesar indifferently pinched off the mental link. "You should continue to get pregnant. In addition, since you are willing to be pregnant, then think less about lustful things."

He raised his head and found that Artoria had already put down the parchment in her hand. The girl stared at Caesar in a daze.

The barbarian was frightened and wondered whether to pull out Artoria's dash first. The knight king now neither cried nor made a fuss, nor had the tendency to draw his sword to cut people. However, this would seem even more terrifying. Caesar reached out and shook his hands in front of Artoria's eyes, and then said carefully: "Then...that...will you say something?"

"... So that's it." The girl sighed softly, "How do you say it? I didn't have too much emotional fluctuation. It's like the extreme of things. It doesn't matter if the blow is too big. It doesn't matter if the answer is too big. It turns out that the king of God... is that true. Nah, Caesar, I just thought about a question. Is it because I became the king of God who loves my kingdom deeply? Or is it because I love my kingdom deeply? I thought about it for a long time, but there was no real reason. I think everything I did over the years has gradually blurred this problem. It has turned loving the country into a common sense... "

King Arthur's sword in stone broke from the midpoint of the sword body, and the blade inserted into the floor tiles, making a buzzing sound.

"Finally... it's over." The broken sword in Artoria's hand fell to the ground. Caesar silently came to the girl and hugged her in his arms. "What is cut off is the shackles surrounding you, the cage called the throne. I won, Artoria's shackles, the bonds of the king of destiny have been broken, you have gained the power to pursue happiness, you have already..."

"Free." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!