The news that the King of the Sea and Water had all been killed spread throughout the world on the same day, and everyone knew that the only King of the Earth and the Mountain was left among the four monarchs. This should have been exciting news, but the death of the King of the Sea and Water was not the work of the Secret Party and the Chicago half-race community.

Chen Honggradually, this name once again appeared in front of the eyes of various mixed-race organizations.

Since Chen Hong gradually defected from the secret party, this name has gradually faded into oblivion with his disappearance, of course, more because everyone doesn't want to mention him. After all, this is a young man who once carried the hopes of the secret party, and he is still the first half-breed to actually kill the first generation. He was trained by the "Nibelungen Project", and every unsheath of his dragon-slaying blade brought about the fall of the first species, but he left the half-breed camp for the king of the earth and the mountain.

But this time, people found out that after he left the half-breed camp, the human race was so weak in front of the first generation, even if it was the best half-breed of the secret party, it was also in danger, if it wasn't for Chen Hongji's rescue, they would have died there, let alone kill the king of the sea and water.

And what shocked them the most was that even though Chen Hongjian and the two kings of the earth and mountains were already so weak, Henkel's dozen Tomahawk cruise missiles still did not take them down, and even Henkel almost died under that glacier.

Chen Hongjian + Xia Mi + Fenrir, such a combination made the secret party feel desperate.

And what makes them even more desperate is that the two lore weapons of nuclear weapons and space-based kinetic energy weapons are things that can be leveled with a wave of his hand for Natsumi, who has the privilege of opening the Nibelungen left over from the primeval era all over the world anytime and anywhere, and you don't even know where those nuclear weapons and space-based kinetic energy weapons will fall once they are launched, and it may be under their feet.

What made the secret party even more desperate was that the two dragon bone crosses, which should be said to be the two dragon bone crosses that humans were most likely to get, had been taken away by Chen Hong, and they had lost the last chance to cultivate another half-blood monarch who might be comparable to Chen Hong.

In fact, Lu Mingfei, who heard these words at the meeting, wanted to complain, Caesar would have wanted to stand up and scold if he hadn't been pressed by Nono.

What does it mean to take away?

The premise of taking it away is that if that thing already belongs to you.

Ask yourself, Although he and Chen Hongjian can be regarded as close friends, but now that the camp is different, he will not show favoritism. If Chen Hongjian really snatched the dragon bone cross from them, then Caesar would not hesitate to shoot and desperately snatch the dragon bone cross back from Chen Hongji's hands.

But the problem is that the Dragonbone Cross does not belong to them at all, and the twins of the Lord of the Sea and Water, Sedna and Silas, were all killed by Chen Hongji, Xia Mi, and the cute and cute dragon Fenrir, and they have little to contribute. Even to put it mildly, not only did they have no credit, but they also dragged Chen Hongjian back.

Oh, and not completely without contributions.

According to Lu Mingfei, Chen Hongji, Xia Mi and Fenrir came to save them on purpose. Although Lu Mingfei did not say the basis for his conclusion, everyone is not stupid, and it can be seen with a little analysis.

Chen Hongjian and Xia Mi still attach great importance to their relationship with them, and the Yanling Nine Babies arranged by Silas and Sedna seem to be a bit of a chicken knife to deal with them.

Silas and Sedna alone are already a little reluctant, plus Leviathan, Behemoth, and the Boriaco who doesn't know where he came from, and Lancelot, who has become an undead with three generations of strength, is not very likely to win such a lineup, and even more likely to lose.

So, who are they really targeting?

Obviously, they were just bait used to lure Chen Hongjian and Xia Mi to save them, which was really a great shame.

Caesar was a proud man, he allowed himself to fail, he allowed himself to be inferior to others, but he would be paranoid to try, to improve, to get closer to the person who was stronger than himself. But he suddenly found himself farther and farther away from his old enemy, even so far away that there was no hope in sight.

However, at this time, Pompey suddenly asked Patsy to pick up Caesar home.

Patsy, one gold and one blue, stood in front of Caesar, but Caesar felt that Patsy had changed a little, and he felt a little different.

In the past, Patsy was like a butler, a driver, a secretary, a killer and so on...... Well, it's not a good thing to say, but it's a bit of a tool man. But Patcy in front of him looked much more confident than before, and although he still seemed to be respectful to him, he had a sense of being the master.

"Patsy, what's going on at home?"

Caesar looked at the deserted Gattuso family's ancestral home, feeling strange for no reason, and he always had a feeling that the changes in the family were related to the changes in Patsy.

Patsy shook his head and said, "I don't think it's appropriate for me to answer this question, let alone answer it now. ”

"What do you mean? Is it for Uncle Frost to answer? ”

Caesar felt more and more that Patsy was strange today, and he keenly sensed that Patsy had tried to avoid honorifics such as "you" and "please."

"Let Pompey answer."

Frost's voice appeared in the living room, but the voice was full of vicissitudes.

Caesar looked behind him, his eyes widening.

Oh, my God!

This is Frost!

Caesar couldn't believe it, Frost in front of him was full of gray hair, his face was messy, unkempt, full of stubble, and even the stubble was white, and the whole person looked like an old man.

"What's going on!"

No wonder Caesar was shocked, for Frost was not yet fifty years old!

Even ordinary people, there are very few people who age like this before the age of fifty! Although Frost was responsible for the entire Gattuso family, no amount of hard work would have reached this point. What's more, Frost himself is also a hybrid with A-level blood, as a non-combatant, the lifespan of A-class hybrids starts at one hundred and fifty years old, fifty years old is already the middle and late stages of life for a human being, but for an A-level half-breed, it is just entering the prime of life.

"Caesar, long time no see." Frost squeezed out an ugly smile, and his face was full of wrinkles when he laughed. "But it's not up to me to tell you exactly what happened, it's better for your father Pompeii to tell you."

"The stallion?"

Caesar frowned slightly.

"Oh, have I and my beloved Gulweger's favorite son always looked at me like this? It really saddened my old father. Pompey walked slowly down the stairs from the second floor, a straight suit and a cynical smile on his face.

"You are not qualified to mention my mother's last name in front of me!"

Caesar clenched his fists, he really wanted to punch Pompey now.

Who would play poker in another woman's bed on the day their beloved wife dies? Even after the mass, he hurriedly left the table to exchange physiological knowledge with a supermodel, such a person actually had the face to mention his mother, and said that he was his beloved wife.

Pompey didn't mind Caesar's words, but smiled at Frost and Patsy, and said with a smile: "Well, this is the first time that all the members of the Gattuso family have met in full. ”

Patcy smiled and nodded in agreement with Pompey, Frost sighed, and Caesar felt a little creepy.

From the main family to the division of the Gattuso family, how many people are there in total, even Frost, who has worked hard for the Gattuso family, is not clear, but Pompeii said that all the members of the Gattuso family have come!

One of the most likely, but the least likely, answers haunted him.

Caesar glanced at Pompeii, his face still smiling, but this kind of smile that would make countless women feel red and starry, but in Caesar's eyes, he was a little frightened.

A few drops of cold sweat fell from his temples, and he could almost conclude from the smile on Pompeii's face.

Pompeii killed all the other members of the Gattuso family, whether it was the main family or the division family, they were all dead, which means that the entire Gattuso family, only the four of them with the surname Gattuso remained!

Caesar took a deep breath.

This conclusion was so shocking to him.

He didn't like the so-called blood relatives, disgusting, hypocritical, and he never disdained to have anything to do with them. Especially at his mother's funeral, which had almost turned a funeral with Mass by the Pope himself into a celebratory party.

He'll never forget what he heard at the funeral, when the bastards held in the basement after the funeral were a big celebration of his mother's death.

They didn't know at the time that Caesar had awakened the Spirit of Words and Weasels, and thought that by arranging the venue for the dinner in the basement and carefully covering the heavy soundproof wooden door, they would be able to revelry without any scruples. I didn't expect the sickle, which was invisible to ordinary people, to "slip" through the crack in the door, so light and thin, like a bat cut out of paper, skimming through the long corridor and the cold night, flying into the solemn church, flying over the thorns of candlelight, lying on his shoulder, and delivering the prey it had just caught.

In a word, the prey is a word.

The dialogue that took place in the basement traveled an incredible distance to the boy's ear a few seconds later, "That's what children are, they can be sentimental, but they will grow up."

The Shadow Courier then flapped his membrane wings and returned to the basement to hunt for new words.

Of course, just one sentence doesn't make much sense, but many sentences are not the same when combined.

Thousands of scythes traveled between the basement and the church, and they fell on the boy's shoulders, obscuring the entire place in such a dense way that an angry wasp had covered the entire body of an intruder.

"You're going to cremate her body?" The sound of clinking glasses.

"The surname Gulweg is finally over, let everything be reduced to ashes, and be cremated tomorrow." A calm and calm male voice.

"Caesar has been lying there for three days, is it okay?"

"Children are like that, they can be a little more sentimental, but they will always grow up."

"I think he was still very attached to his mother, and he even learned sign language in order to communicate with the woman."

"I'd feel natural for him to cry, but did you pay attention to his face at the funeral? That's his mother. ”

"A kid is so strange sometimes, even if he has an unbeatable pedigree. Don't worry about that, every weird kid grows up. ”

The scythes landed on his arms, crawled respectfully with their legs and membranous wings, and respectfully brought their prey to his ears before departing, as a slave would do before his master.

Each scythe brought back a word or a string of laughter, so that the slightest sound of the lavish dinner party was delayed for a few seconds before reappearing in the boys' ears, and even the heartbeats and breathing of the men and women were captured.

It would be a shocking sight if anyone could see these messenger-like shadows—the glorious Duomo of Milan was like a bat cave at the moment, black shadows coming and going like a tidal wave, and some hovering over Caesar's head to form a huge black vortex.

Caesar, obscured by the dark shadows, listened quietly, thousands of black wings stretched out beside him, and the sacred church seemed to be transformed into a forbidden place like a devil's sacrifice!

"On the day of wrath

The world will be reduced to ashes,

David and Zippi prophesied.

When the day of judgment comes,

Measure everything rigorously,

How the world will tremble. ”

Caesar's ears suddenly echoed at the funeral, and the celebration of his mother's death by those people was sharp and twisted, one after another.

That is the lyrics of the second verse of the Requiem Mass, "The Day of Wrath".

The song of might, fire and thunder is not only a mourning for mourning, but also a song of judgment!

The rich male voice is like thunder and lightning passing through the dark clouds, and it is like the judgment of the end of the world. Thousands of angels flew in the sky, singing the power of God, and their white wings covering the heavens and the earth.

It was Pompeii singing, his pronunciation was best trained, high-pitched and rich, and every sound he spat out was majestic!

The song came to an abrupt end, and Pompeii looked at Caesar: "What would you think if I told you that they were all the ones who contributed to your mother's death, and that each of them had your mother's blood on their hands?" ”

With the exception of his deceased wife and now Nono, Pompeii can confidently say that no one else in this world knows Caesar better than him. Caesar may have wanted to let the bastards who were celebrated at his mother's funeral die, but he didn't really want to kill them, and he wouldn't want to see himself do it for him.

"Caesar was a very kind child."

This is Caesar's mother's evaluation of Caesar, and this kindness is inherited from his mother, and it is also engraved in his bones and in his genes.

"I'll want to ......"

Caesar's eyes narrowed slightly, and his golden pupils ignited unconsciously: "Why don't you leave me a few of you old bastard!" ”

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