Chapter 321 Caesar’s Battle

The church is not well-known, but its sphere of influence is very wide. It is distributed all over the world, except of course the ancient countries in the Far East.

In the great geographical discoveries of the last century, the Church was frequently active. Their curiosity and desire for the history of the Dragon Clan is no less than that of the Secret Party. However, the two have completely different ideas. One of them is determined to send the Dragon Clan back to the grave. , one is just the opposite, the church dreams of witnessing the return of the Dragon Clan with its own eyes.

Just read two pages of the history of the church and you will be able to appreciate the madness of this group of people. Almost all the black magic masters in European history came from this organization. Their tradition of using human sacrifices continued until the twentieth century. Many Most of the appalling horror legends, water monsters, savages, and wolf children were written by the church. Even after Columbus discovered the New World, they were the biggest buyers of black slaves. The essence of black magic is evil alchemy, which uses life. As currency, the essence of spirit and flesh is refined, and an attempt is made to break through the shackles of the critical blood line, reach the level of becoming a god, and transform into a dragon.

Unfortunately, changing one's bloodline is an elusive dream for a mixed-race alchemist. No matter how much the church studies it, it is always stuck before the 50% critical bloodline.

The attitude of such a mixed-race organization towards the Dragon Clan can be imagined. Therefore, when they heard that Kassel’s S-class killed the Emperor of Bronze and Fire, their anger almost ignited them, and they wanted to rush into Kassel immediately. , execute that damn S-class.

In fact, they did so, but there was no news from all the believers who entered Kassel. The highest mixed-race institution located in Maple Mountain is like a devil's cave that eats people but does not spit out bones. Its bottom is invisible. It's so horrifying that no matter how many lives there are, it won't be enough.

Just when the church was about to put Lu Mingfei aside and talk about it later, this legendary S-class actually walked out of Kassel on his own initiative.

"Which one to start with?"

Ivan asked.

"recent."

Lu Mingfei looked out the car window at the early morning city. The light of street lights and car lights complemented the stars in the sky.

There are still two hours until dawn.

"Come one by one, no chaos."

"Since they started the war, we will continue."

…………

Dark Temple, Las Vegas branch.

No one lit a lamp, and there were no candles.

In the silent darkness there were only pairs of golden eyes that could press.

The light in their eyes reflected each other's shadows, stretching farther or closer, shorter or longer, on the ground.

At the pulpit, the priest's hand pressed the black-covered Bible and recited obscure words. A strange silence enveloped the place. The lines and graphics were distorted, and time seemed to go backwards. Those were the damp words in the bonfire thousands of years ago. The firewood crackled, and the sparks it spattered floated in the air, extinguished before they hit the ground. The elders of the tribe told ancient stories. Time flowed like a stream, and the stories became myths. Myths gave birth to beliefs, and beliefs made people noble and noble. Makes people crazy.

"May the subject be with you and me."

The priest finished his prayer and distributed the Holy Communion, which was done in silence. No one spoke, and the footsteps were so light that they were almost non-existent. In front of each congregant, there was a glass of water and a piece of bread.

It's just that the color of the water is always a little weird.

"boom!"

The door was violently knocked open.

The pale moonlight shines in.

The man walked step by step, step by step, among the crowd.

All the golden eyes looked at him.

Click.

He turned on the flashlight.

The white light reflected the man's haggard face.

His lips were trembling, and it could be seen that although the man was trying his best to stay calm, this strange church still made him nervous.

He repeated nervously.

"Crazy, crazy, all crazy!"

The golden eyes stared at the man quietly.

These are the vertical pupils of a cold-blooded animal. Being stared at by it is like being targeted by a natural enemy, and you will lose even the thought of resistance.

The flashlight scanned more and more randomly, illuminating the faces under the hoods. Those were the owners of golden eyes, with cold eyes and equally cold scales.

The man's breathing became more and more rapid.

This scene was like a nightmare, and he really wished he was in a nightmare. He heard people say that as long as a person realizes that he is dreaming, he can wake up immediately. He told himself over and over again that this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, but These madmen, these golden eyes and scales on their faces are still there.

"Gudong."

His throat moved, and he suppressed the urge to run away, Anna! Anna! Anna! He spent half of his savings to hire detectives to investigate, and finally found the girl who haunted him. They met on the university campus by the Rhine River. They discussed academics and niche music together, and they stayed alone late at night and early in the morning. He watched "Pulp Fiction" and "The Pianist" in the cinema, and then sang Michael Jackson loudly in the empty streets. They enjoyed their future two-person trip together, to Paris, France in the autumn, and to Russia in the winter. He was nervous and sweet. He looked forward to proposing to her during the trip, and occasionally worried about whether their income and savings would be enough for their future lives. He had never heard Anna mention her family, and he was so sensitive that he hesitated to speak to Anna. He Dongfang discovered her embarrassment, thinking that their love would not be blessed by Anna's family. Although it was a pity, he would not give up. He firmly believed that Anna loved him, just as he deeply loved Anna.

So he never thought that one day, Anna would leave him.

In her leaving letter, Anna told him not to try to search. It was meaningless. She wanted to return to the embrace of the Lord. This was a holy baptism and the highest evolution. Anna told him not to be sad and hoped that he would be happy for herself.

He was almost going crazy.

Losing Anna made the fire of his life shaky. His heart, soul and all his enthusiasm were given to Anna, but he did not choose to die. He wanted to find Anna. This was the meaning of his life.

It was as if he had been struck by lightning.

The flashlight's aperture enveloped the girl.

Although the golden eyes are very cold, even though the scales are unfamiliar.

But there is no doubt that she is Anna!

He pulled out his pistol, hurriedly flipped the safety, roared roughly, and waved the gun like a savage waving a torch to drive away wolves. Fear bit into his soul, and there was only one thought left in his blank mind.

Anna!

Yes, Anna!

I want to save you!

He saw an abnormality in Anna's farewell letter. The words "divine baptism" and "evolution" made him highly nervous. He firmly believed that Anna was bewitched. The farewell letter was Anna's signal for help. Now Anna's golden eyes and The scales also proved this. His guess was not wrong. Anna was bewitched. This damn evil church, he must save Anna from here!

The black-robed believers split to two sides in silence. He stumbled and finally arrived. The man's haggard face showed a glimmer of light, hoping to rekindle the fire of his life. He wanted to live and take Anna to live.

He hugged Anna.

He laughed.

It was a child-like smile from the heart.

Anna looked at him, her golden eyes like cold-blooded animals showing no emotion at all.

"Walk!"

He confronted the black-robed believers vigilantly.

He turned his back to Anna.

"Anna, don't worry, I have a gun, I can protect you!"

He held the gun awkwardly and looked like a novice.

He spread his other hand back, waiting for his Anna to put her hand up.

Anna's golden eyes sparkled.

There was a long silence.

He urged anxiously.

"Anna! Quick, what are you waiting for! Let's go!"

These words seemed to have an effect.

Anna's shining golden eyes calmed down.

Her sleeves were raised, and the claws of the machine stretched out, beyond his hands, and in front, his heart.

"Anna, you are still hesitating..."

He turned around, probably worried about his girlfriend, and his movements were large and fast.

So, by coincidence, his heart brushed against Anna's claws.

There were three bloody wounds on his back.

There is also a whole arm thrown high in the air.

He screamed, covered his broken arm, screamed again, looked at Anna in pain, cold sweat and tears mixed together, his face wrinkled, choked with sobs and said "why" and "why" and repeated Anna's name over and over again.

Anna licked the blood from her paws.

The hybrids were ready to move. They smelled the smell of blood. How fragrant and intoxicating it was!

The priest seemed unaware. From beginning to end, he lowered his head silently and recited blasphemous scriptures.

No mortal could catch his eye.

But that one can.

The priest, who was bowing his head while chanting, opened his eyes and looked at the door.

He came by the moonlight.

The brilliance of the stars and the moon can only set off his majestic body.

The hybrids found out.

They raised their heads warily, their forked tongues protruding from their mouths, and dozens of pairs of golden eyes, all looking at the approaching person.

The person who came had a bold step and a military demeanor when walking. His majestic figure held up his clothes, and his golden hair was like Apollo in ancient Greek mythology, a god bathed in the rays of the sun.

Caesar glanced around, and the final focus of his eyes was the priest on the pulpit.

"Commissioner of the Kassel Executive Department, come with us."

The priest lowered his eyes and prayed.

“The merciful Lord distributes his flesh and blood to his people.”

A certain restless atmosphere is spreading.

The heavier ones drank from the Holy Communion.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Cups fell to pieces on the ground.

Caesar lit his golden eyes.

The majestic golden color inspects every congregant.

They were trembling in their black robes, and the shaking was getting bigger and bigger. Their deformed claws slid unconsciously, creating deep ravines on the ground. Neither earth nor even metal could stop their claws.

The only thing that can stop it is the legendary product that kills metal and resurrects it, a product born from a technology called alchemy.

Dick Tuoduo!

No one discovered when Caesar drew the sword.

The hybrid, no, after drinking the water, should be Deadpool.

They only saw Caesar kill a Deadpool.

There was nothing fancy about his sword swing, just a pure slash. The alchemical weapon Dictado collided with Deadpool's claws. It was a one-sided battle. Deadpool was thrown away, and more Deadpool rushed forward.

Caesar's golden eyes are so bright.

Showing all the ugly faces that come to Deadpool.

He stepped forward, pushing Dikduo down, then slashed upwards, the hunting knife came from bottom to top, the king's power was irresistible and irresistible, and Deadpool flew out with a strange cry.

He stepped forward, paused for a moment, his right leg supporting his body's center of gravity did not move or sway, his left leg was raised and tightened, the steel of the sole of the boot, the facing bone of his calf was like a blade, and his thigh was full of potential energy, but not enough.

The power is flowing in the body, and he is the king of the junbu he cultivates and rules over the world.

No taboos: Collapse Fist!

Who said boxing can only be done with fists?

There are no real taboos, that is, no matter the boxing, kicking, palming, or fingering, it's all up to me.

Kicked Deadpool.

This moment freezes.

Caesar's blond hair shook.

His legs kicked up to head height.

Deadpool didn't fly upside down immediately, nor did he attack Caesar. He was just as soft as plasticine.

The next second.

The force that penetrated the body exploded.

Deadpool's eyes bulged like a goldfish. The overwhelming force he had never experienced before was rushing through his body, and his internal organs and abdominal cavity were in a mess.

The force that exploded at the same time knocked the Deadpool away and sent a row of similar creatures flying, making a gourd fall on the ground.

Caesar lowered his legs.

He raised his head, condescendingly, and his golden eyes swept across the entire scene.

Deadpool surrounded him from all sides.

This scene is like a lost hunt on the African savannah.

In the past, Caesar was also a lion.

Now he is not.

Lion is no longer enough to describe him.

Caesar goes forward.

His penis was kept erect.

It is also straight and straight when swinging the sword.

Deadpool is faster than the hybrid.

This is the power they gained after their fall.

After being corrupted, A-level hybrids can gain A+ or even S-level speed and strength.

This is also compensation for their loss of rationality and spirituality.

In the past battles of the Kassel Executive Department, a large number of commissioners sacrificed their lives because of these corrupted deadpools.

The C-level and B-level hybrid couldn't even see Deadpool's movements clearly, and his throat was cut before he could react.

Caesar didn't look at it.

He just moves forward.

Draw the sword as you move forward.

He slashed with his right hand and cut off Deadpool's claws.

The Desert Eagle in his left hand stabbed into Deadpool's mouth arrogantly. Caesar pulled the trigger, once and for all. His hand was terrifyingly steady. It was as if the Desert Eagle's terrifying recoil didn't exist. He emptied the magazine in one breath. It was terrifying. The cavity effect created a huge gash in the back of Deadpool's head.

Deadpool fell softly to the ground, and Caesar let go, letting the Desert Eagle fall. Although this is a rare and precious alchemical weapon, each bullet is engraved with runes and mixed with a certain amount of mercury. With the blessing of huge kinetic energy and alchemy, It can still kill hybrids and even Deadpool.

But not important.

It's stained with Deadpool's blood, so it's a little dirty.

No matter how precious it is, he doesn't want it.

Caesar walked on.

Killing while walking.

The deadpools who were out of the group had nothing to do with him.

There were already more than ten Deadpool corpses lying on the ground.

The remaining Deadpool began to fear.

Although their appearance is very strange, they are still living creatures, and living creatures will have fear, unless dragons crawl out of the grave and personally lead these sad creatures.

Deadpool is the most loyal soldier of the dragon species, and even death one after another cannot stop them from charging.

The premise is, for the great dragon.

"never mind."

Lu Mingfei bandaged the man's broken arm and said something.

The man was stunned and didn't respond.

"Don't you understand Chinese?"

"still……"

I glanced at the man's eyes, which were completely gray.

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

He approached the priest in the pulpit.

"The Holy Communion is the drug that catalyzes Deadpool, you church."

Lu Mingfei said.

"It's really annoying."