Chapter 385 A shameful dog

No wonder Caliphran could not suppress his excitement. The person he imprisoned was the famous Caesar. It was hard not to be excited. There was no doubt that he would attract the attention of the world, and Lord Zizaipiao would look at him differently.

Everything went smoothly and was heart-wrenching. Of course, Kalifran would not let the fruit she got slip away. Several curse seals were added outside Zhafu's body. This was the limit that Zhafu's body could withstand. A cage made of living bodies could only imprison the masters of the holy realm level.

"To be honest, you are very pitiful. If it were not forbidden, I really wouldn't want to kill you."

The sudden sound made Caliphran feel like he was encountering a ghost, which was even more terrifying than meeting a ghost, because it was Caesar's voice.

"Impossible, how can you still talk!"

"Mr. Caliphland, do you think that this will end the battle?" Caesar's voice was very calm and he was not angry. It was not worth pity for the sake of strength, but this pursuit of power resonated with Caesar. They were helpless in facing Caesar, and the huge strength that Caesar was about to face could not be solved by the current power. In some ways, both sides were similar, but the objects were different.

The ball imprisoned Caesar began to have a phenomenon of overflowing power. Caliphland was shocked and quickly strengthened the spell. At this time, no matter whether Zhafu could be alive or not, he had to seal it. He could not imagine what a monster like Caesar would look like once it came out.

Kalifran immediately tried his best to strengthen his strength. In some ways, he was already amazing. The Holy Land Warrior and the spells were more than enough to be a well-known figure.

But it is precisely because of his strength that he has been dormant for too long that he cannot objectively recognize Caesar.

From another perspective, it also proves that they are only worthy of being in the dark world.

boom……

The cage formed by Zhafu's body exploded and he didn't even leave any struggle. Caesar appeared without even being injured at all, and he had surpassed the power of the Sword Saint level.

He doesn't need to explode, he just releases his own strength and the other party can't bear it. This is the difference.

Just the implicit fighting spirit made Califran tremble all over. He was very talented and put in a lot of effort. He could use any power to improve his strength.

So he has achieved what he has today, and he is very sensitive now, but he would rather not be so sensitive. The young man in front of him is the young man he considers to be a greenhouse flower.

There was an explosive power hidden all over his body, and he had no doubt that if triggered, he would not have the bones left.

Califran gritted his teeth. He could not show weakness in front of the enemy. Looking at Caesar's calm expression, especially the trace of pity and sorrow in the depths of his eyes, Califran had the urge to self-destruct.

Is this Caesar’s true strength?

Strong enough to resist?

Suddenly Califran felt a little ridiculous. Lord Zizaipiao really didn't know the real strength of his opponent. If he knew, why did he let them attack? If it was this kind of strength, there was no chance of winning at all. Although Caesar tried his best to suppress the violent fighting spirit, the difference in realm still steadily suppressed Califran.

Moreover, his Sanctuary State is still a partial and not authentic. When encountering this situation, it is like showing weaknesses in his unsolicited foundation, and it is also similar to his realm. If it were Midabraso, he would never feel this kind of suppressive feeling. The difference is the difference, but it is still a fight.

"Actually, my fate is not much better than you, greenhouse flowers. Do you think I look like it?" At this time, the clothes on Caesar's body had completely exploded. The torn clothes could no longer hide the scars on Caesar's body.

This scar made Kalifran a little shocking, and to be honest, it was not good-looking. Although it was not as disgusting as it was, the crisscrossing scars undoubtedly proved that the owner of his body had experienced hellish torture.

Of course, Caesar and these two people would not be like-minded, but Caesar also paid a lot on the road to pursuing strength. It is indeed difficult for him to die, which is also due to his gratitude. However, the feeling of being on the verge of death is the same. The pain that tortures the soul is not worse than that of others. Even when his body recovers, his potential stimulates the same pain, and even comes with other feelings. In a word, survival cannot be achieved without dying.

Caesar did not talk to anyone, including Alina, Clara, and even Zhebekao, who thought that Caesar was injured was simply an increase in strength, and who knew the pain in it?

One person knows that it is Marton.

When he was very young, Caesar was seriously injured. Marton witnessed the terrifying revival and the pain of Caesar in a semi-coma state. At that time, Caesar was just a child, a child who knew nothing, and it might not be able to bear it if he was a magician. However, after Caesar endured it, he was not only not crazy, but was stronger and more optimistic than ordinary people.

But Caesar is not an ordinary person. He cannot pursue a beautiful childhood, so Marton allows danger to happen. On several occasions, Marton, who was standing by, could not help but rush out. The dilemma of life and death made the magician unable to watch.

God will give great responsibility to this person!

Looking at Caesar, who was still a child, and struggled in pain, Marton had the heart to die, but he could not, and people had no choice but to be born, so Marton helped Caesar become king regardless of life and death, and even spared no effort to live. He firmly believed that this child would change the world.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see it.

That kind of deep sorrow emerged from Caesar's body, and the sadness suppressed in the deepest part of his heart instantly enveloped the entire space. Caesar didn't know why he was induced by an opponent. Maybe the opponent was a little humble, but he appeared uncontrollably.

Kalifran was speechless. He was well versed in alchemy and spells and naturally understood that the scar was left behind by a fatal injury after high-intensity recovery.

This is how Zhafu was born, but Zhafu was no longer a human being. He removed all his feelings. It was obvious that Caesar was not. He could not imagine how he survived and could still maintain such saneness.

Kalifran was a little cold. He had seen countless cruel scenes and was a little chilling. Is it a person or a devil in front of him?

Caesar took a step forward.

Califran couldn't help but take two steps back. He was not afraid of death. After all, death was still a happy thing for the Dark Man. But in the face of such a calm Caesar, there was a kind of trembling from the soul, and the strong sorrow was telling what the thick sorrow was saying.

"Califlan, you have no choice, and I actually have no choice either. Not long ago, my last relative left, just under my gaze, but I had no choice. Do you know what I wanted to do at that time?"

The leader of the ten killers shook his head tremblingly, and the aura of sorrow became thick and weird. The deep darkness had never seen a person with such murderous aura. Even people in the dark world would not do this, let alone it came from Caesar.

You should know that he is a famous "good man" in the Mayan continent. He likes to save civilians and implement benevolent governments, but he emits a devilish atmosphere from such people.

"Don't you know, I want to kill everyone in exchange for the teacher's life. Unfortunately, it's not possible, tsk.

It's so strange that I'm so impulsive when I see you. It seems that I'm not a good person. Everyone has a dark side. But it's okay. Your appearance will just make me vent my vent and use your full strength.

Otherwise you have no hope of seeing the sun tomorrow.”

Caesar's voice was very calm. But to Caliphland it sounded like the call of death.

After all, Caliphland is a master in the dark world. He gritted his teeth and restored himself to his senses. Get rid of the pressure like Caesar that dreamlike, this person is simply a devil!

Kill, you must kill him!

Califran was crazy. In fact, he didn't know why this happened, but his fighting spirit unexpectedly reached its peak, and his fighting spirit was fiercely attacked Caesar.

But Caesar himself smiled and did not dodge, bang...

Califran was sure that he was the target and punched Caesar in the face with a punch... but he didn't break the defense of Caesar's sea fighting spirit... What kind of power is this? Hell, it's not something that their level can measure at all.

"To be heavy, I don't like myself now."

Caesar was so calm and weird that Caliphland was stunned, but at this time he had no choice but to punch one punch after another, but he still couldn't have the fighting spirit of Caesar like the sea.

That’s right, it’s the sea fighting spirit, which is as big as the sea!

Califran's hands were soft, and suddenly Califran's fighting spirit decreased. Califran smashed it with a heavy punch. Califran took a step back and bleeding from the corner of his mouth. Such gains scared Califran himself. Califran just lowered the fighting spirit to the lowest point, but his fighting spirit seemed to have the ability to protect himself, and it actually activated the protection. It could block his attack in this way, but it only made the opponent lose a little blood.

Caesar said it was cruel, but in fact he did not want to indulge in this murderous intent. If he indulges this time, there is a chance that there will be a next time. He is not as if he is influenced by this emotion.

He is him, Caesar!

roar……

A roar shook the earth, and the magic sword hidden deep in Caesar's body fell into silence. The flawless spirit of this human depressed man suddenly appeared. It was delighted that it quickly sent out murderous intent. As long as Caesar fell into the mad stage, it was just around the corner for it to get rid of the constraints, and such opportunities were rare.

But... Is this kid playing tricks on him? The gap is gone quickly, but it wastes a lot of energy. Humans are all cunning. Could it be that they are fooled? The Demon Sword is very unwilling, but there is nothing they can do.

Califran was already scared by the side. This Caesar was even more abnormal than them, a devil, a monster!

But the dark aura that swept the world deeply stimulated Califran.

Suddenly, Caesar opened his eyes and pierced Califran with a sharp sword-like gaze. Califran knew that it was time for him to die, so resist? Just kidding, it would be better to commit suicide faster. He used to be a frog in the well.

Suddenly he made a decision that he felt glad but unimaginable in the future.

Kalifran fell to his knees and crawled.

"Supreme Caesar, do you need a dog?"

Califran's voice was very calm, and Caesar, who had just returned to stability, was stunned, "Dog?"

"Yes, yin and yang are in harmony, light and darkness are in opposition, everything is two sides, and for the ruler of Cagliari, you need a strong army, a hero of justice, but you also need a dog to deal with what these people cannot come forward and must do.

”

Kalifran's voice was very sincere and relaxed.

Caesar looked quietly at Caliphland who was crawling on the ground, and looked at the other person's eyes. There was no life or death inside, and there was even a little admiration or expectation, but what the other person said made him very moved.

"Are you trustworthy?"

Kalifran was silent for a moment, "You have believed that a dog will never betray a powerful master. Freebie is not qualified to be my master. I will make a small contribution to you to eliminate the rebellion."

Califran seemed not afraid of Caesar at all. Generally speaking, the more he said this, the less people would take him seriously. After all, he could betray Jizaipai today and would betray Caesar tomorrow.

But Caesar just nodded and walked over to Califran without any warning. Califran also climbed up from the ground, lowered his head and followed Caesar, like a shadow,... a shadow that could not be seen.

As the leader of the Ten Killers and the core of the rebels, Kalifran naturally knew a lot of useful things, and of course he didn't want other Ten Killers.

If Caesar Luo and the others were very relieved, the situation was the same as they were guessing. So what if the ten kills the people, the Titan generals and the opponents of the two masters of the Holy Land, but Didi encountered some problems.
Chapter completed!