"I come, I see, I conquer!"

Hearing such a voice in the lake of Caesar, in the rainbow light, he vaguely saw a handsome and tall thin man wearing *** clothes, wearing gold armor and green laurels, and holding a gorgeous golden sword. Just by seeing him, Caesar seemed to know who the man was.

Gaius Julius Caesar, supreme consul of the Roman Republic, founder of the imperial era, and uncrowned emperor of the empire. Meantime...... It was also the source of his name, and the source of the sins of his family.

"Are you my successor?" The tall, thin man asked, then looked at him carefully.

This scrutinizing gaze made Caesar subconsciously lower his head. First he claimed to be a mother from the land of the dead, and then he was such a great man, and the world seemed to begin to change in a direction he did not know. Perhaps a few days ago, he had the confidence to look at the supreme consul who had planted the Roman flag in Asia, Africa and Europe, but now......

His appearance undoubtedly aroused the dissatisfaction of the other party: "To this extent, do you dare to call my name?"

「…… The Gattuso family is not qualified to look up in front of you." He replied.

The tall and thin man snorted coldly, "I don't know any Gattuso, but it's really embarrassing that I, in another world, was actually killed by such an executioner family."

Caesar was stunned for a moment, as if he had heard something terrible.

The tall and thin man looked at him again, but this time there was something in his gaze that puzzled Caesar.

"It's very similar......," said the tall and thin man, inexplicably, "your mother, a woman as beautiful as Aurora, the goddess of the dawn, and what she did for you at all costs, reminded me of another person."

Caesar thought for a moment, then asked tentatively, "...... Caesarion?"

Julius Caesar, in addition to having an adopted son Octavian, who developed Rome, that is, Augustus, also had a noble-born, but unusually tragic illegitimate child. It was the biological son of Cleopatra VII, Cleopatra VII, who was also famous, Ptolemy Caesar, known as Caesarion the Younger.

Originally with the blood of the two giants of Rome and Egypt, he was destined for an extraordinary future, but because Julius Caesar did not recognize his identity as the legitimate heir, he became the foil of Augustus, the true darling of the times, after the fall of his parents.

By the way, Caesarion (), who was also the affectionate name given to him by Caesar's mother.

The tall and thin man looked down at him, and nodded silently after a long time: "Yes, if it weren't for me, even if Octavian inherited Rome, he would have been the heir of Egypt, the real pharaoh. The world was supposed to belong to their brothers."

Caesar looked at the tall and thin man wordlessly, leaving aside those high-sounding identities and his great achievements, he was just a father who didn't know how to communicate with his children.

The tall and thin man looked at Caesar again, and his handsome face showed a look of regret, "I have not been able to change Caesarion's fate, but now I can change the fate of others. Alright, heir of my name, are you ready to accept my power and rebel against your fate?"

Caesar looked up at him and understood a lot of things in an instant, Chu Zihang and Fingal's inexplicable, but extremely powerful power.

"Is this an invitation?" He laughed out loud for the first time in a long time, "It's like joining some kind of secret society."

The tall and thin man nodded, "That's true."

"Then I don't seem to have a reason to refuse." Caesar looked deeply at the tall and thin man, "Lend me your power, and in return, I will make your name resound in the world again!"

"It's free to resound all over the world, I'm already famous, and there's no endorsement fee for this...... No, nothing." The tall and thin man seemed to want to say something, then shook his head and didn't say anything.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Caesar saw the expression of a philistine on his face for a moment.

The tall and thin man who had regained his majesty again continued to watch

To Caesar: "Then read it with me, it's not necessary, it's just a matter of ritual."

He pestled the ornate golden sword to the ground, and it seemed that a wind was blowing, blowing the red aristocratic clothes.

「…… I'm coming!" He held the golden sword in one hand, and the golden magic light converged on the blade.

「…… I'll see!" The golden magic swirled around him, and the wind of magic that formed stirred Caesar's hair.

CAESAR KNEW THIS, "VENIVIDIVICI". Julius Caesar, who had defeated the king of Pontus, wrote a letter in these three words, explaining his victory to the Senate. In just three words, it tells of a great victory, and his greatness has been unmatched.

The tall, thin man nodded to Caesar, as if to recount his final victory: "Then I will conquer ......."

However, his words came to an abrupt end at this point, and Caesar's eyes suddenly widened as he watched the tall, thin man disappear in front of him like a meteor. Spin rapidly, he seemed to be shouting someone's name, and then quickly disappeared into the horizon.

The famous Julius Caesar...... Someone plotted against you!

I don't know if it's an illusion, Caesar seems to see his figure swell up rapidly in an instant. The mellow and fat appearance makes people think that the tall, thin and handsome man just now is just someone's imagination.

Suddenly, red rose petals fell in the sky and fell in front of Caesar, gradually forming a gorgeous and high-profile carpet. After that, the culprit who made Julius Caesar leave the scene stepped on a carpet of rose petals and came to him in a way that was far more high-profile than that of Julius Caesar.

The crisp sound of the metal boots stomping on the ground made Caesar's heart beat unconsciously faster. He couldn't say what it was like, but if he had to say, it was that he seemed to see another version of himself.

"I really can't stand it, the passing ceremony that should have ended a long time ago was actually dragged on so long that Yu couldn't wait, so he could only interrupt it first." The young emperor, who looked like a child, stopped in front of him gently, looked at him with green eyes like jewels, and gradually showed a satisfied look, "Well, yes, Yu is very satisfied."

He was also wearing an extremely high-profile red dress, he didn't look very old, he looked unusually handsome, and even a little beautiful. At first glance, you might think it's an overpowered girl. He wielded a strange sword that looked like it was burning, bright red like himself, and looked unusually high-profile.

He may be more like a headstrong teenager than the emperor, so willful that he dares to do such disrespectful behavior to the famous Julius Caesar.

"Well, speaking of which, Yu is also Caesar, so it is naturally no problem to take the position of the ancestor Caesar." The young emperor nodded to himself, a handful of dull hair in his blonde hair swaying with his movements, and said in a natural tone and an indifferent look about the disrespect for the ancestors just now.

As he spoke, the young emperor looked at Caesar silently, and suddenly raised the strangely shaped crimson sword in his hand and pointed it at him.

"Although the current Yu is just a division of spirits, even the state of Valhallon can't feel it. But do you, O successor of the rest of Rome, have the consciousness to inherit this power and restore the glory of the great Rome?" The Young Emperor asked with a seriousness that was different from his appearance, and his green eyes were full of seriousness.

Caesar looked at him stunned, looking at this inexplicable young emperor who was disrespectful to his ancestors and appeared. His face seemed familiar, perhaps he had seen it in one or some of his family's collections. Gradually, he remembered who the person in front of him was. At the same time, I also remembered his experience and understood the reason why he might be here.

"This kind of thing...... Need a special explanation?" He laughed, gradually insolent, as if he had changed back to the original Caesar Gattuso, "I was born in Rome, and I was preparing for the revival of Rome as early as the moment I was born!"

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"Well, that's the kind of confidence!" The young emperor nodded with satisfaction, "Sure enough, how could you, who were able to set fire to the church, succumb to the fate of the self-proclaimed Creator."

"Therefore, there is no doubt that you are also Roman!" He stuck the crimson sword in his hand into the ground and tossed a red rose high.

The petals scattered again, starting with the crimson greatsword, and the golden immortal theater unfolded in the space.

In the golden theater full of petals, the young emperor declared: "Under the witness of the great ancestral god Quirinus and the god of art, Apollo, you will inherit this sword and become the sword of the warrior who returns to the other world."

Needless to say, Caesar walked up to the crimson sword, stretched out his hands together, and held the hilt tightly. He was not repulsed, and Greatsword let out a crisp moan as if he had recognized him.

Lines of magic and rose petals wrapped around Caesar's body, and white magical armor gradually formed on his body. On the other hand, the figure of the young emperor gradually disappeared.

The emperor bit his finger unwillingly, looking at the changing Caesar, as if dissatisfied with why: "Is it actually white? Although this is also one of the impression colors of Yu, when it comes to the flower of Rome, the red must be the first thing that comes to mind! Damn the rebellious general, he actually snatched Yu's impression away......

Caesar could not hear his fragments, he was now enveloped in the glow of magic. The generated Outer Psionic Armor not only gives him immense power, but also synchronizes some information that has been pre-engraved in the Saint Quartz to his brain.

"Valhalla, floating above the Nibelungen...... The god of the storm who holds death in his hands......" He held the crimson greatsword Primordial Fire in his hand, gently stroking the inscription in Latin on it.

He softly read out the words: "RegGehenna, Heaven and Hell......"

The Golden Theater has disappeared, and the Young Emperor, who still obsesses with the color red, has disappeared with the Golden Theater, which he is proud of. Everything was like an illusion, except for Caesar, who was still falling towards the abyss.

In the pitch-black water, Caesar silently looked at the hand with the external spiritual base armor attached to him, and deeply understood that what happened just now was not a marquee before his death. Clutching the crimson sword in his other hand, he landed lightly on the pitch-black seabed.

Looking up at the glimmer of light at the top, he laughed uncontrollably under the mask: "From heaven to hell, that's probably it......

Immediately after, a trace of red light bloomed on the dark seabed. The bright light of the fire lit up above the crimson greatsword, just like Caesar's incomparably high mood at the moment.

"Then, I'll kill you again from this hell!" The firelight illuminated the inscription on the sword, and he rushed towards the dragon king, who claimed to be his creator, with the fire and petals, faster than he fell.

……

Red petals continue to pour up from the invisible bottom of the sea, and the broken ruins are full of rose petals, as if announcing someone's return.

Ignoring these untimely petals, Behemoth snorted coldly, "A guy who can only pretend to be a fool and make small moves!"

The nine-headed dragon gathered behind her roared, breaking through the sea and rushing towards the direction where the petals were floating with an extremely cold temperature. The cold realm of its body swept by, and the red petals turned into ice crystals, dissipating into the endless water. However, the red color did not disappear at the bottom of the sea, and an intense red light appeared from the source of the petals.

The red light collided with the hideous nine-headed beast, and then quickly swept by, continuing to go upwards and against the current. The nine-headed beast silently split into two parts, silently disappearing into the icy waters.

"Behemoth!" Caesar's roar was heard in the red light, and the red light around him bloomed to the extreme, colliding with the realm in front of the dragon king like a galloping meteor.

In the light of the collision between the primordial fire and the realm, Behemoth smiled coldly, "Are you also a fool? Have you forgotten how many times this realm has bound you......

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But before he finished speaking, the sound of ice crystals cracking sounded, and her proud realm was broken again.

"The flames that have been burning since Rome will not be stopped by the ice!" The shattered ice crystals reflected the white warrior with the firelight attached, the golden streaks dotted on his body, and the crystal compound eyes like swan's wings opened, swearing in a high-profile oath that he had returned from hell.

"Behemoth, a poisonous woman with the same face as my mother, but just like Yuria." Caesar spoke, the flames of the crimson greatsword growing stronger and stronger, continuing to wrap around him, "Bet on the reputation of Rome that I have borne on me, and I will cut off the hands that control and bind my destiny!"