"If I gave you the thunder hammer now, would you go back to your hometown immediately?" Caesar said slowly.

"I ask you, will you not keep your promises if you promised someone else?" Beowulf laughed.

"That depends on what the situation is. Compared to some things, what the promise is." Caesar whispered. "When you know that a woman has betrayed her race and beliefs and fought for another, but after thousands of years, she is grateful for the helping hand that a tiny little boy has extended to her... You will know how unremarkable the things you have always adhered to are compared to the choices and sacrifices she has made."

"You are dragging your unoptimistic body and moving in a hurry, just for her?" Beowulf said.

"Yes, although I still don't understand why she made such a choice, I once said that I would bear her, even her pain and mission. Although she felt that she owed me a lot, I always felt that without her, there would be Caesar today. Even for this reason, I would fight for her." Caesar clenched his fists, "Since you are unwilling to get out of here, then in order to protect her in the next battle, I have to kill you first."

"Oh?" Beowulf raised his eyebrows, "What kind of reliance makes you still so confident after recognizing the gap between you? Your aura tells me that you have the confidence to kill me... is it the forbidden form of the Temple of War?"

"Ah, not all..." Caesar blinked, and a little crazy blood slowly spread from the center of the black pupil. The hand of the demon dragon covered the hand, making a roar of strengthening power. The temperature of the blood of the demon dragon was rising step by step. The golden power of Athena sighed gradually turned into a sad red flame. The Lock of the Sky, which had not appeared for a long time, winded out from another dimension, and looked like a dragon in the green light of the demon dragon's hand, swallowing and spitting out a fierce murderous intent.

No... the red light is not a new state of power, but the power accumulated in the Thunder King's body has approached the upper limit of the capacity of the body, and even pressed blood out of the pores. Then the microwaves of the powerful aura and the rolling aura on the surface of the body evaporated into a blood-colored mist, surrounding him, which created the effect of red light flowing. Caesar stared at Beowulf, and the power in his body kept climbing upwards, as if there had never been a limit. All parts of his body were bulging slightly. The terrible things hidden below gradually awakened: "Pure power is the main trunk, and the means to better play them are branches and leaves... If these things can be truly combined into one, Beowulf... the first person under the holy level can also kill you!"

The effect of the god descending to earth is approaching the limit, and Athena's sighing power is about to reach the extreme of resonance. But these powers are not enough... The next goal is to enter the domineering dragon state through external pressure to obtain the best state of the power of the demon dragon! Caesar roared and suddenly swung a punch. The pure force tear out the powerful wind pressure and plowed a gully on the earth: "Dwarf King, if you don't want to die, it's better to get out immediately..."

"Useless... Thunder King. Everything here is under my control. It's just a delusion to summon reinforcements in the city with the power of leak." Beowulf said coldly, "I'll say the same thing, hand over the Hammer of Thunder, I'll let you go."

"I said the same thing, took the Thor's Hammer and rolled back to the ground." Caesar snorted, "Or. Death here."

"Sure enough, dwarves are not the kind of social people. Let's talk with their fists." Beowulf said proudly.

"Come on the way, the same is true for the barbarians." Caesar shook the sweat beads on his forehead and showed a hideous smile. The next moment, accompanied by a roaring sound explosion, Caesar's fist roared at Beowulf's head. The two fists intersected head-on. After a sound of a meteorite coming from the sky, the two figures were blown away regardless of the order. Caesar's hand was propped up on the ground, rolling and jumping, his feet stepped on the ground to leverage the force, and rushed out again like a cannonball. The speed of the dwarves was like a turtle, which was his chance!

In an instant, Caesar's fist alternately attacked and slammed into Beowulf's heart. Beowulf's arms rotated, and with a slow and fast, blocking Caesar's tide-like bombardment. The ground under the two of them burst, and countless gravels rushed into the sky. The shocking fluctuations even made the surrounding mountains tremble continuously. The gravels continued to roll down, and the waterfalls were flying in the air. Beowulf's fist hit Caesar's abdomen. The Thunder King let out a muffled groan, and a mouthful of blood surged up the throat. Caesar's throat exerted force, and suddenly spurted out the blood. Each blood bead was blessed by terrifying force, and even the steel plate could penetrate. Beowulf suddenly closed his eyes, and all the blood beads nailed to the dwarf's face, and an iron arrow shot into the steel plate. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Caesar used both hands to twist Beowulf's iron fist that was still stuck on his lower abdomen.

With a thunderous explosion, Beowulf was forcibly swung by Caesar and hit the ground heavily. The large pieces of rock and soil around were shocked and shot into the sky. Caesar made a dragon-like roar, his hands formed a palm knife, and he penetrated into Beowulf's heart. The Dwarf King still didn't say a word, and his feet suddenly bounced up and attacked Caesar - however, the racial characteristics of the dwarf tribe determined that the martial arts on their legs were so bad. Even the Dwarf King's leg skills made Caesar feel unspeakable.

After easily dodging Beowulf's kick, Caesar rushed up again the moment the dwarf rolled over, and hit his chest fiercely. Although the dwarfs were stable enough, their flexibility was too bad and their footwork was a little slow. So what to do next is to drag him into his own rhythm in close combat!

"Beowulf! You are strong enough! However, in the competition of strength and skills, no one won me under the saint! Because the leader of the world's swordsmanship is our Temple of War!" Caesar continuously changed directions, while integrating the soul-shaking war howling wars into every sentence, "The center of gravity of the dwarf martial arts is as stable as a mountain! It doesn't matter if the speed is not as good as humans. As long as you are extremely defensive, maintain the best state under the enemy's storm attack, see the enemy's flaws, and swing a fatal blow!"

"But!" Caesar came to Beowulf's back, and his palms crossed and pushed them flat. The seven different forces in different directions were entangled into a deadly spiral, and penetrated into Beowulf's back heart. "Others can't break your defense, I can!"

Beowulf's arm swept backwards, and Caesar sneered, and his body flashed continuously, avoiding Beowulf's six moves. His right hand became a claw and quietly pressed towards the neck artery of the Dwarf King, with a light sound like a split silk. The moment Beowulf retreated, Caesar's right hand brought a bloody flower. The Underground King moved his neck and glared at Caesar: "...The move just now was my temporary intention, and it would not be possible to appear in the classics of the Seven Holy Lands collected thousands of years ago. Why can you see through it? Could it be that... you got something else besides the Thunder Hammer?"

He was right. The reason why Caesar was able to compete with the Dwarf King in close combat with Beowulf, fully playing to his strengths and avoiding his weaknesses was on the one hand, and on the other hand, Thor's spiritual seed was also very relied on. If the inheritance left by Thor was just a seed, then the battle with Beowulf's top dwarf powerhouse is the best sunshine and water. The germination of this seed was constantly catalyzed in the fierce battle, allowing Caesar to better understand Thor's wealth throughout his life.

...If Thunder God knew that the things left behind were the reliance of a barbarian beating his son, he would have no idea what his expression would have, probably because he was entrusted with the inhumanity. Fate plays with people, and fortune makes people feel like sighs like this.

Caesarl smiled coldly: "I don't know what you are talking about."

Compared to things like Thor's Hammer, the spiritual inheritance left by Thor Thor is more important to the current dwarves. The reason why it has not appeared in Caesar's bargaining chips is that it is of great importance, and the other is that its value is far from that. It depends on Beowulf's heart, who is better and worse than the future of the race.

If it is not manipulated well, it will make Beowulf stand firmly on the side of the witch and use any means to get what Caesar's hands. This will undoubtedly make the situation more complicated, and it is better to say it before the decisive blow of this battle. As a powerful support for the turbulent dwarf king, it will create conditions for the ultimate kill.

——The other party is an extremely eighth-level strongman. If you want to kill him, you must use any tiny details, and any available places, except to completely transform your potential and vitality into power.

——The power in the body is striking its limit step by step. The power of the magic dragon is ready to move, and new power is still being generated continuously, but it has not yet reached the critical point of perfectly entering the domineering dragon state. Now, there is no way back.

But, I was so excited. From the soul to the body, an invisible force seemed to boil. It accelerated and guided me to merge all the power into my soul, above the iron fist, more power, more blood... I used the enemy's blood as a sacrifice, boasting about my own courage, and admiring the unparalleled glory.

Caesar suddenly burst into laughter, and his heart beat even more turbulently, piercing his chest like a war drum, echoing between heaven and earth. The strong contraction sent blood to the bones all over his body with stronger power. Caesar said viciously: "The king of the dwarf, waiting so much, missed the opportunity to take action, but he would die like the villain in the novel."

"It's okay, my style has always been to let the enemy show its strengths. When his state reaches its peak, when his power reaches the most dazzling moment in his life, then dismantle everything about him with an unstoppable offensive. This is the dwarf king's demeanor." Beowulf smiled with his hands behind his back, "So, you can prepare as much as possible, I will wait."

"Ah...so that." Caesar breathed a sigh of relief and said with a grim smile, "It's different from me. The strong enemy I have identified will definitely defeat him like his king, like thunder, without leaving any possibility of a turnaround for the enemy... Before confirming that the enemy is completely defeated, never hold back, never be slight, absolutely... kill them all!"

"Cruel and aggressive barbarians, I heard that you are like the beasts of Arrit, and you will not stop without tearing the enemy in half." Beowulf glanced at Caesar, "And you, now you seem very excited."

"Of course! The fighting bloodline is completely boiling, and the fighting soul in my heart is shouting loudly, Fight! Fight! Everything in my body, blood, flesh, tendons, bones, heart and soul, they unify their strength and roar to make me win!" More power was released, and everything was blown by the strong wind. "Bullying the weak is not something to boast about, conquering the strong is the meaning of fighting. The eighth-level strong man, I have already fought over the elves, demons, dragons, humans, angels, and almost moved the dwarfs and witches! You are the first one, and it will be the turn of those two witches' night girls!"

"Then..." Caesar lowered his body slightly and made a fighting posture. "Give up all secret techniques of using external forces and regain the instinct of fighting fiercely with the beasts with physical energy. We are descendants of the inner flange. I am the inner flange!"

With this loud roar, Caesar rushed up again like a meteor, as if responding to his anger and fighting soul. The red flames made of blood mist danced upwards, and the Saint Seiya's iron fist spit out a sonorous determination in front of the powerful enemy.

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It seems that I want to thank Beowulf, the Dwarf King does not want the battle to be noticed by outsiders. Therefore, the fighting aura with Caesar was blocked in the small valley by the power of the eighth-level strongman, and c.c did not realize the fact that Caesar had woken up.

She was in a wood, although it was winter, it was still green in shade. It was not strange. The growth of plants required light, water, nutrition and temperature. Water and nutrition were endless all year round. If it was light and temperature, it was filled with warm holy light. Therefore, the garden of the Cathedral of San Tracia is full of flowers with never-withering flowers, and the Pope Hall was even more lingering in holy light. The plants, trees, fish and insects were always popular. This wood is also full of vitality at any time.

Because the golden cross is emitting warm holy light every moment, guarding the sleeping king behind him, and everything around him keeping it in the original scene, where King Yuser, the previous generation of Brittany, and the mother of Artoria.

c.c brush off some dust on the tombstone - the surroundings are spotlessly clean, and it seems that people are visiting frequently. There are only two people who know this place, and only one person who often comes back here. Now, she is slowly coming along with the mud full of winter. The iron boots under her feet advocate her existence.

"I knew you would come here...Artolia." c.c turned his head slowly.

"Merlin..." King Arthur bit his lip and clenched his fist under his robe a little tighter.

"Your mother, Youss, is buried here..." c.c looked at the golden cross and the white jade tombstone and said slowly, "If you were born as a king, you would have owed some debts to your people in your previous life. When you return the prosperity to this world, then quietly welcome the eternal loneliness that belongs only to you. However, there is no regret in this life, the scenery is infinite when you come, and the white clouds are faint when you go."

"We have carved it on the tombstone and her epitaph," Artoria whispered.

"Yes, whenever you feel pain, confusion, powerlessness and confusion, you will come here to stand quietly for a while. When Caesar went out today, I knew that your conflict with him could no longer be reversed, so I came here to wait for you." c.c brushed off some dust from the tombstone, "Sure enough, as I imagined, you two..."

The Knight King chose to remain silent, and the two listened quietly to the wind in the forest. After a long time, the girl said: "She is my mother. You are both my friend and my teacher. You are the closest people in this world..."

Amid a loud sword sound, the gorgeous sword roared out, pointing at c.c. The Knight King's voice instantly became both painful and angry: "But... why did you kill her!"

c.c's hand trembled for a moment, then smiled relievedly: "I said why your heart is so panicked today... Even if Caesar denied the kingly way, it shouldn't be like this. It turns out that you already know. It seems that she told you... Forget it, it's useless to say more. Artoria, are you here today to avenge your mother?"

"What does it mean to say more is useless!" The angry voice of the Knight King shook the sky, "Do you just answer me with this! You are the one who sent the mother king away with me, you are the one who guided me to pull out the sword of the king, you are the one who supports me along the way, you are the only person I can rely on, and you are the one who takes away my relatives! Merlin! The memories of these years are not illusory, so... I will give you a chance to explain... Otherwise, the fire of hatred that seizes my relatives can only be extinguished with blood!"

"What do you really look like... Do you want to give me a chance to defend before such facts?" c.c sighed softly, and then said seriously, "It was me who seriously injured your mother, who made her die suddenly after giving the kingdom to you with a stingy body. This cannot be changed, that is, I killed your mother."

"Then tell me the reason..." Artoria's hand did not tremble, and the sword shone with a cold light.

"Sorry... I can't say, if you want to take revenge, then come on." c.c was silent for a while and shook his head slowly, "It is natural for you to avenge your mother, don't be hindered."

"Is there nothing to say?" Artoria said tremblingly, "What is your purpose, why do you still assist me after killing my mother? You have neither formed a party nor planned over the years... I really don't know what you are thinking. Merlin... Merlin!" (To be continued...)

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