Patcy didn't expect Caesar to be so perceptive, but he didn't plan to answer the other party, and his eyes became dangerous on the spot.

Noticing this, Caesar took a step back and spread his hands again.

"Hey, hey, hey! No, you have to be angry if you ask, are you afraid that after I know it, I will snatch the woman you have a crush on? ”

He teased with a slight surprise.

It's not that Caesar can't understand a man's possessiveness of a woman with a crush on him, but it's too rare to be angry when asked like Patsy, what kind of little boy is this just beginning to love?

Hearing Caesar's words, a sneer appeared on the corner of Persy's mouth, and his extremely dangerous eyes returned to calm.

"I won't worry about that, and she won't like you!"

About Nono, Patsy was not going to tell Caesar.

He knew Caesar very well, and if Caesar knew that Nono was on this island, that he had been involved in the Black King's rebirth plan, and that it might be dangerous, Caesar would most likely regret it and want to fight for the Black King's power.

With the demeanor of a noble son, he naturally would not accept this kind of power that he considered dirty, but if it was to protect women, Caesar would not mind soiling himself.

In his words, his mother would not blame him for this reason.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's a bit arbitrary to say that!"

Hearing Patcy question his male charm so much, Caesar couldn't help but retort.

"Although I don't mean to rob you, how do you know that people won't like me?"

From childhood to adulthood, Caesar's peach blossom luck is still good, even if he doesn't count his family background, his appearance can be regarded as the top in Europe and the United States.

In terms of love, the only iron plate he kicked was probably Nono, that was the first time he realized that when a girl doesn't like you, it's useless for you to do anything, and when this girl has a heart, not to mention that he is the young master of the Gattuso family, even if he is the son of the dragon king and the son of the gods, he is only worthy of being a background board, and he can't even be a background board.

However, even Caesar himself has to admit that Nono's neurosis is a very small minority after all, and the vast majority of women mainly look at face and money, and Caesar has a great advantage in this regard, even now.

Although he had no intention of meeting or approaching the object of Patsy's crush, he did not think that there would be a woman who would never like him.

After all, this is the Nibelungen, and this woman can't be Nono, how can there be so many special cases in the world?

"Huh!"

Facing Caesar's confident eyes, Patsy sneered and did not answer.

He knew everything about Caesar, and naturally he knew that Nono didn't like his naïve brother.

Of course, he understands better that Nono doesn't like him either.

The person she likes, not here.

Thinking of this, Patsy raised his head and looked overhead, he did not intend to let Caesar continue to ask, lest Nono's existence be exposed and add unnecessary trouble to his plans.

Raising his head, Patsy frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Caesar also raised his head and saw a large area of golden light above the waves above his head, as dense as the starry sky, as beautiful as the golden starry sky, and as dense as the Milky Way.

He was stunned for a moment, then felt a chill creeping up his spine.

"This is, Dragon's Blood subspecies? Isn't that outside the Nibelungen, how can there be so many dragon's blood subspecies?! ”

This was the first time Caesar had seen so many dragon-blooded creatures, although he had seen thousands of scythes in the subway station in the previous orthodox uploaded materials, but those dragon-blooded creatures in the lair of the king of the earth and the mountain, both in number and size, were far from comparable to the dragon-blooded creatures in the deep sea above his head, and at first glance, Caesar even thought that he had seen a golden-red silk.

The glittering golden pupils lit up the sky like ghostly fire, and it was not only here that you could see this scene, but now you can see the blue-black sky covered in dense golden light all over the island.

Massive dragon-blooded creatures were attracted to the tops of the giant trees where the blood spread.

From their point of view, they were just gathered outside of an opaque bubble, and dragonblood creatures were not entitled to enter the Nibelungen, they only saw tempting blood oozing from the treetops peeking out.

From the perspective of the people on the island, the top and bottom are upside down, and it seems to them that these massive subspecies of dragon's blood are swimming above the clouds in the sky, flying as if they are defiant of gravity.

Caesar, who was closest to these golden lights, could clearly see that after the dragon blood creatures gathered, the larger dragon blood subspecies began to greedily step forward to filter and suck the blood mist that had long been invisible, and with their movements, all the dragon blood creatures began to be restless, and one after another killings set off inside them, dyeing the blue-black sea red.

And in the distance, one after another golden light gradually approached here, these dragon blood creatures in front of him were not even all, they could only be regarded as pioneers, and the dragon blood creatures that were really attracted were simply astronomical.

Caesar didn't quite understand why his own blood had such a strong attraction to these dragon blood subspecies, although he was Odin's son, he had not been injured since he was a child, and the blood in his body seemed to be no different from ordinary people.

What he couldn't understand even more was why there were so many dragon blood subspecies here.

The presence of a large number of dragon-blooded creatures is often present in the Dragon King Nibelungen, which has become common knowledge in today's half-breed world.

However, neither the King of Bronze and Fire, nor the King of Earth and Mountain, nor the White King had ever had such a large number of dragon-blooded creatures around them.

Even Su Mo would definitely be surprised if he stood here, because the number of dragon blood creatures here was even far higher than that of Gao Tianyuan.

And more importantly, these dragon's blood subspecies live outside of the Nibelungen, that is, in the real world!

In other words, thousands of years ago, there have been a large number of dragon-blood monsters breeding in the deep sea at the bottom of the Arctic Ocean, but they have never been discovered.

If the dragon's blood subspecies ecosphere near the Bronze and Fire King only occupies a small section of the Yangtze River, and the dragon's blood subspecies ecosphere near the White King only occupies an undersea abyss and an underground dark river, the Red Ghost River, then the dragon's blood subspecies ecosphere in front of you occupies almost the entire Arctic Ocean.

What kind of creature should be conceived with the whole ocean as its womb?

Caesar's gaze was horrified, but Parcy's gaze was not satisfied.

Watching the massive dragon blood subspecies continue to fight, he wandered around, but he couldn't find what he wanted.

Tens of seconds later, he turned his gaze back to Caesar.

"What are you doing?"

Caesar was still watching the chicken-eating game of the dragon-blooded creatures above his head, but when Patsy's eyes came over, he suddenly felt a chill on his waist, and he couldn't help but immediately become vigilant.

Oh no, it seems that he is going to start a chicken game here, but it's just 1v1.

"This blood, not enough."

Pacy calmly answered Caesar's question, and he lowered his arm, and a jet-black blade identical to Dictor slipped from his sleeve, except that the inscription on the blade was different, and it was inscribed "Augustus".

It is a twin weapon created by the same swordsmith, named after Julius Caesar and Octavian.

Augustus' blade pointed to the ground in front of him, and Parcy slowly approached Caesar.

"What I need is a Leviathan, not these useless dragon-blooded creatures."

"So, you're trying to stab me again?"

Caesar understood what Percy meant, and instead of continuing to cover his wounds, he lifted Dick Tydo in a parrying position, carefully guarding against Passy's advance, and opened his mouth.

"Didn't I say before, if you only need the blood before, it's not that I can't help, so can you discuss, I'll find a syringe to donate blood, don't stab my kidney!"

Caesar's face was a little pale, apparently earnest.

Naturally, his physical strength was inferior to that of Patsy, and although he was very confident in his swordsmanship, he was not sure that he would be able to beat the other party in this state.

Just donating blood, with his physique, even if he gives 400 milliliters, it won't have much effect, but if he follows the previous method of stabbing his waist, he may not be able to donate so much blood, and he will be cold.

Weighing the priorities, he doesn't mind taking the initiative to contribute a little blood sample.

By any measure, Caesar's proposal was a win-win, and Patcy had no reason to refuse.

But—

"Nope."

Patsy continued to press closer, and his attitude was very tough.

"I don't need your help and I don't accept your surrender. You seem to want to give me everything you have, including the power of the Black King, as compensation, thinking that I can accept it, but in reality you don't owe me anything, I just want to get my stuff back. ”

Caesar didn't owe him anything, and he wanted to take back what belonged to Caesar, which seemed to be in conflict, but in fact there was no contradiction.

Just like a girl who grew up in an orphanage and learns that she is actually the daughter of a rich man when she is an adult, but she was held by the wrong person when she was born, emotional dramas are often interspersed with a vicious nurse or mother who deliberately replaces the child to bear the fault, so that the audience's angry emotions can be projected, but what if there is no villain in fact, just a simple mistake? Who is to blame for the tragedy of that girl?

Blame the adopted daughter? She didn't even know that her parents weren't her biological parents; Blame the parents? The parents themselves are just ordinary people and do not have special abilities such as blood sensing; Blame the hospital? But what if the war was raging at the beginning, and the hospital only tried its best to save people, or even relied on the hospital to ensure the safety of the mother and daughter, and had no time to take care of these details?

Sometimes, tragedies are born out of sheer coincidence, and there is no perfect perpetrator to vent anger and resentment.

But it is impossible for the parties not to be angry because of this, after all, the sincere companionship and trust of parents will produce a huge gap in the separation of more than ten years, even if they recognize each other later, the relationship cannot be as close as the cultivation since childhood.

And what is even more cold and realistic is that his future inheritance will have to be divided in half with the person who robbed him of his life, and he may not even be able to share it.

With such a large psychological gap, no one except the saint can eliminate his anger.

Therefore, Patsy was reluctant to accept Caesar's "help" or "compensation".

More than ten years after his life was robbed, the person concerned suddenly ran out and said lightly that everything you want can be returned to you at any time, and I will not rob you of a penny, it was just a misunderstanding before.

Although this approach is already a moral model, if you easily accept the other party's compensation and overtures, then what is your patience in the past ten years? What is the life you have lost?

He could not accept any kindness from Caesar, which was a denial of the suffering he had endured for so many years.

So—

"Hold the knife steady, let's use the knife and the sword to speak!"

The moment the words landed, Patsy rushed forward like a falcon.

The pitch-black hunting knife stabbed straight into Caesar's waist, and he didn't seem to mind striking at Caesar's weak point at all.

"Ding! Poop! ”

Qing Yue's sword clash sounded, and the material of the two hunting knives was exactly the same, and when they collided with each other, they vibrated at the same frequency.

Even though he was wounded, Caesar's swordsmanship was still superb and he successfully defended against Patsy's attack.

But instead of feeling relaxed, he felt pressured.

He was proficient in the Assasin assassination knife and the Polish cavalry knife, one of which was wide open and the other was stealthy and deadly, and either was used to attack, which was also his personal style, and he never imagined that he would be forced to defend the day.

And now, that day has come.

Unlike Caesar, in order to cooperate with the spirit of words, Patcy is more proficient in defensive counterattacks, but the knife technique is a killing technique, and he is not weak in attack, plus Caesar was injured He did not, and for a while Patsy had the upper hand.

The blade swept mercilessly across his cheek, scraping a trail of blood, and Caesar quickly realized that what Patcy had said before was true, and that he really didn't mind using his life to complete the sacrifice if necessary, and that he could really kill himself!

Even if Caesar didn't mind giving up the position of the young master and the power of the Black King to Patsy, he definitely didn't want to be killed by the other party.

Under the crisis of life and death, Caesar's golden pupils were involuntarily ignited, obviously only an A-level half-blood, but the majesty exuded by the pair of golden pupils was even above Passy.

The golden pupils of the dragon's blood creature on their heads illuminated it, and even though the candlestick in the place where they were located was extinguished, the visibility was not low, and the weasel did not have much effect in this situation.

But as Caesar's dragon blood continued to boil, his golden eyes became brighter and brighter, the heart in his chest vibrated like a drum, and the sickles in the room danced like mad demons.

"Whew!"

The slight sound of air currents flashed, and Passy felt a slight chill on his face, and then smelled a faint smell of blood.

He looked down and saw that the clothes on his arm had been cut at some point, as if they had been slashed by a blade thinner than a blade, and a red mark appeared on the back of his hand.

Vampire Scythe!

Without mastering the technique of violent blood, Caesar actually improved his bloodline and advanced his spirit to the next level by will.

No, it's not so much about elevating the bloodline, it's about liberating his original bloodline.

As a second-generation breed, even if his qualifications are not reflected in strength, it is impossible for him to be only at the level of an ordinary A-level half-breed.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of the person that the family has been waiting for for a thousand years!"

Patcy sighed inwardly, and then an ancient chant sounded from his mouth.

Speech: A Dustless Land!

The transparent shield centered on his body and spread outward like a ball, and the vampire scythe slammed into the shield of the dustless land as if it were sinking into the sea.

Oppressed by the Dustless Land, Caesar had to retreat to a corner, he should have left the unfavorable terrain, but Patsy had already held the only staircase from which he could get out.

If he continued like this, he would be able to completely shatter him with the high-speed flowing wind elemental surface of the Dustless Land.

Although this spirit is used for defense, once it is used for offense, the effect is also very terrifying.

With Caesar's current strength, he could not break through the defenses of the Dustless Land, and he could almost close his eyes and wait for death.

But he didn't give up, since he couldn't get close by sword skills, that was to use words and spirits!

Having made up his mind, Caesar made a desperate effort to chant the words of the Vampire Scythe.

Thousands of wind demons left their nests and continued to rush towards the dustless land, but they returned again and again in vain.

If you want to break through the defenses of the Dustless Lands, you need a powerful attack that can break through its defense ceiling, not the high-frequency and low-damage attacks of the Vampire Scythe, not to mention that both are wind elemental spirits, and the effect of the Dustless Lands Tianke Vampire Scythe is good.

In this situation, Caesar would almost certainly be defeated, or even torn to pieces.

However, just as the aura curtain of the Dustless Land advanced in front of Caesar, a mutation occurred, and the two wind attribute spirit realms actually began to merge silently after hedging.

Under the constant attack of the vampire scythe, the boundary between the two spirit realms began to blur, and the circular realm that was originally centered on Patsy suddenly became an elliptical realm with the two of them as the focus.

Patsy's dustless land involuntarily included Caesar in his scope of protection!

Correspondingly, Caesar's scythe also fused with the surface of the Dustless Lands, becoming the Wind Blade hovering outside the Dustless Lands.

Outside the Dustless Lands, the power-amplified Vampire Scythes shot everywhere like thousands of arrows, and inside the Dustless Lands, Percy and Caesar were as safe as mountains, protected from outside danger.

The words between the two seemed to confirm that the other party was their own family, and they couldn't hurt each other at all, and even combined into a bunker-like defensive armament.

"How can it be so integrated?"

Caesar, who had escaped the crisis, watched in amazement at the changes in front of him.

Even for him, this is an extremely rare situation, the foundation of the spiritual realm is still spiritual, and the realms released by different people are also mutually exclusive in spirit, and it is generally impossible to merge.

If the same attribute words and spirits will produce this phenomenon, then dragons will not pay so much attention to blood.

"Is that so......"

Patsy was not too surprised, after losing his heir status, he was the shadow of Caesar, and the family also deliberately readjusted his genes after Caesar's birth, so it can be said that he was the one who lived for Caesar.

He didn't know if it was a change made by the family to make him more compatible with Caesar, or if it was an insurance policy to prevent him from taking action against Caesar.

Whatever the purpose, however, neither he nor Caesar could use the spirit of speech on each other at this time.

It's a pity that the fighting spirit of human beings does not change because of the loss of the spirit of speech, and without the spirit of speech, they still have swords.

As long as you have a sword, you can decide the winner.

In the field, the battle between the two is once again on the verge of breaking out.

And just as the two were about to fight again, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the stairs below, and the familiar and old voice of Alpha.

Caesar and Percy looked at each other and stopped.

Here come the elders!

(End of chapter)