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Caesar looked at the people present, and everyone exuded a strong momentum.

Meyer spotted Caesar's gaze, and then whispered:

"I do know a few of these people, look at the two people over there, their fighting spirit flashes with a strange light, it is the blood inheritance of the Ottoman Morgan family - metal fighting energy. And these two men were none other than Lassitic Morgan and his cousin Deleke Morgan. Laxiti is a Sword Sect-level powerhouse, and he has reached this height in his thirties at the age of three, and he can be regarded as a genius. And Drake is the same as our generation, and he is also one of the few leaders in the younger generation who has reached the level of a great swordsman, and with his strange metal fighting spirit, it is difficult to find defeat in the same level. ”

Caesar looked at the two swordsmen who were somewhat similar, the fighting energy on their bodies flowed, and there was a metallic luster in them, which was indeed quite special.

Look at the young man over there who was a little withdrawn and had fierce eyes. He belongs to the younger generation, he is a member of your Macedonian Empire, the name of the Borgia family, you should have heard of it......"

Looking at Caesar's somewhat puzzled gaze, Meyer shook his head helplessly:

"It seems that you don't know anything...... The Borgia are among the four major families of the Macedonian Empire, and they are the most mysterious and bloody of the four families. It is said that each generation of their family members will engage in long and bloody confrontations, with the sole purpose of killing the other heirs, and by any means, only the last survivor will inherit the family. And this confrontation will start from adulthood, unless you voluntarily quit, otherwise you will only live and die. The young man's name was Alfonso Borgia, the Great Sword Master, one of the successors, and quite a competitive successor. The Borgia family prefers to act alone, and because of the family, it is difficult for them to trust others. This Alfonso is powerful, but at the same time very ruthless, not only to his enemies but also to himself. Similarly, the Borgia family also has a strong blood lineage, but not everyone in the family can have it, their blood lineage is very rare, often there is not one in several generations, but I don't know if anyone in this generation has awakened the inheritance. ”

Caesar nodded silently, he could feel the anger in the young man named Alfonso, who was obviously not to be underestimated.

"As for the others, they are all from small and medium-sized families, and some are lone ranger adventurers. ”

Meyer thought for a moment, then pointed to the middle-aged man who was hiding behind a lamppost on the side.

"That person is well-known among adventurers, his name is Rosen Gibson, he is one of the hundred B-rank adventurers, and his strength is probably around the Sword Sect. But what makes him stand out is that he is exploring the monuments, this man doesn't know what kind of doorway he has, no matter what the ruins or palaces, he can easily go into them, and then mix some treasures, and over time, his fame will be known, and everyone calls him 'Treasure Hunter Gibson'. ”

Caesar silently wrote down the names of those who needed attention, and now he had to be careful in dealing with them, and it was better to know them in advance.

The dragons in the sky were now scattered, and it was clear that they were ready to destroy every intruder.

Similarly, a wyvern with teeth and claws flew towards Caesar and Meyer.

The two of them were fighting with each other, and their powerful momentum broke out of their bodies.

The dragon soared over the heads of the two of them, not rushing to make a move, it looked at Caesar with a puzzled look. When Caesar's Prison Thunder burst out, the dragon's eyes flashed, and he actually gave up the attack on Caesar and turned to attack Meyer.

Caesar knew in his heart that this flying dragon should have felt the breath of Odelysses, the "King of Thunder and Fire", from him, so he didn't attack him.

Meyer's figure shifted, and he fought against the Wyvern at high speed.

It's just that one of the two attacks from the sky, and the other can only move on the ground, so Meyer can only stay on the defensive.

He also seemed to have discovered that the Wyvern did not attack Caesar, although he doubted in his heart, but he didn't ask too much, everyone has their own secrets, and this is just right for them.

"Brother Cizer, since the Wyvern won't attack you, you should quickly find an opportunity to enter the 'Hall of the Flame King' first. I'm out there to see an opportunity, and if I don't fight, this dragon won't be able to keep me. ”

Meyer said loudly.

Caesar understood that this was the best arrangement at the moment. Then he nodded, turned and quietly sneaked behind the lamppost towards the entrance of the palace.

At this time, the wyvern in the lead was hovering above the entrance to the palace, preventing all humans who wanted to enter it.

It saw Caesar sneaking towards the entrance, felt the breath on his body, and a surprised light flashed in the dragon's eyes, but it didn't make any other moves, but let Caesar approach it.

Just as Caesar was about to approach the entrance, a bloody aura suddenly erupted behind him, and the violent blood-red energy seemed to dye the entire world red.

Caesar looked back, and a gleam erupted in his eyes.

"Alfonso Borgia!"

That's right, it's this Alfonso. I saw a blood-colored wave surging up and down his body, and violent and ferocious energy rushed out, and the target was the flying dragon that was fighting against him above his head.

Presumably this is the rare blood inheritance of the Borgia family, but I didn't expect that there were really people in this generation who awakened such terrifying power.

The wyvern looked at the bloody Alfonso, and there was fear in his eyes.

Alfonso held a somewhat broken blood-red sword in his hand, and the sword seemed to be oozing blood, and the oozing blood was sucked into Alfonso's body again, thus forming a special cycle.

Alfonso had a cruel smile on his face, and he couldn't stop laughing as he looked at the frightened wyvern in mid-air.

I saw him wielding the big sword in his hand, and the blood-colored fighting qi became an extension of his limbs at this moment. With his movements, an arm sprang out of his fighting spirit and grabbed straight at the flying dragon in the sky.

The wyvern roared, its body glowing with flames, trying to resist the bloody hand.

The flames were everywhere, and the flames burned the bloody hand, but it did nothing.

Alfonso grinned and swung his greatsword again.

The bloody hand grabbed the wyvern in the sky and threw it to the ground.

Then, the figure on the ground who had been waiting for a long time dodged, and it jumped onto the flying dragon with a thick bloody aura.

He ran on the body of the flying dragon, dragging the blood-red greatsword in his hand, all the way from the tail of the dragon to the head of the dragon.

The great sword cut a terrifying wound on the wyvern's body, and blood gushed out. The strange thing is that the blood gushing out did not fall on the ground, but slowly floated in the air, little by little by being absorbed by Alfonso, who was covered in blood.

Alfonso walked to the dragon's head step by step, and finally stopped at its eyes.

The wyvern's eyes showed fear, the pain in his body dilated his pupils, and he trembled incessantly, and the figure of a demon was reflected in his eyes.

The figure grinned and raised his greatsword in his hand, then stabbed it fiercely into its eyeball.

"Boom!"

Furious flame energy suddenly arrived and bombarded Alfonso's body.

A figure flew upside down.

The smoke was everywhere, but the figure stood up casually, and walked out of the smoke and dust step by step.

It was the leader of the wyvern who struck, and it was looking at the figure with solemn eyes.

Alfonso walked to the entrance, staring straight up at the shadow above him.

"What? are you going to stop me?"

The wyvern glanced at him and ignored it, but it didn't mean to stop it.

Perhaps this is a recognition of the former's strength.

Looking at the wyvern overhead, Caesar shrugged his shoulders and was the first to walk towards the darkness at the entrance.

Alfonso looked at the figure that was walking into darkness with a fierce gaze, smiled and followed.

The mysterious "Hall of the Flame King" will unfold before their eyes.