From Hokage to Visionary

"This is not a sickle-weasel." Albert was knowledgeable and, combined with Caesar's abnormality, he quickly guessed the answer and took a breath of cold air: "It should be the enhanced word spirit, the blood-sucking sickle!"

But the question is, can the strengthened Word Spirit Vampire Scythe really transform the invisible and intangible wind into an invisible blade, and then set it up around like a trap?

Poor Damon, after seeing the reactions of others, his brain was gradually occupied by fear.

His eyes widened in horror, his pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, and he tried to move his lips, wanting to apologize, to beg for mercy, to ask Caesar to let him go.

However, all Caesar responded to Damon was a cruel sneer.

Caesar learned a lot of things, including vocal music, painting, sculpture and other arts, as well as practical applications of politics, leadership, command tactics, etc. Of course, in his spare time, he also read several books on interrogation techniques, which happened to interest him.

Caesar always did what he said, so he ran his left hand down Damon's skin, felt for his ribs, and then broke them apart with force.

Click!

"what!"

Damon screamed in pain.

"Don't be impatient, this is just the beginning." Caesar continued to push hard, breaking the second, third, and until all the ribs were broken.

During this time, Damon's screams went from being loud at first to becoming quiet, with only the occasional groan.

"Caesar. Enough!"

Albert couldn't bear to watch it anymore, turned his head away and said, "Even if Damon did something wrong, he is still a member of the Gattuso family. You shouldn't torture him!"

"Shut up!"

Caesar's cold eyes made Albert swallow back the second half of his words.

Those eyes were no different from those of a dragon, reminding him of a time when he was young and saw a second-generation creature. The furious and cruel fierce eyes made him lose his courage.

"Kill me"

Damon no longer asks to stay alive, he only asks Caesar to give him a quick death.

"Shh, don't make a sound."

Caesar stroked his face, his cold eyes chilling people: "Aren't you proud of your bloodline? Then let me see what the difference is between you and Bruno."

The following scene was unbearable even for the elites of the Gattuso family.

The fierce wind was howling, like countless swords, slashing through Damon's body at extremely precise angles, taking away a piece of flesh and blood each time.

"I've read about a very interesting form of punishment in a history book from an ancient Eastern country." Caesar's eyes were blazing with golden light, but his voice was cold and suppressed, as if it came from the Netherworld: "Lingchi means cutting off a person's flesh piece by piece. A thousand cuts are required to kill the prisoner."

"But I'm curious, is there really anyone who can withstand a thousand cuts and die?"

Caesar controlled the flying sickle-weasel, wrapping Damon with wind blades, delicately and accurately, just like operating a scalpel: "Let me experiment, Damon."

"Ahhhh!!!"

Damon was in agony.

He thought about committing suicide countless times, but his limbs were all broken and his jaw was removed, so he couldn't even commit suicide.

Moreover, because he is a mixed-race, he is inherently stronger than ordinary people, so even when facing the cruel punishment of being cut into pieces, he can still maintain the last bit of consciousness.

But for Damon, this was extremely cruel.

Witnessed by many people, Damon, who had just been in human form, was forcibly skinned and muscled until he was reduced to a bloody skeleton.

Caesar, his body soaked in blood, seemed to have finally vented his anger and let out a long roar to the sky.

But, just when Caesar completely relaxed his guard and was in a state of venting.

boom!

A loud bang drowned out the sound of waves crashing against the dock.

The large-caliber bullet specially used for anti-material sniping, dragging with it astonishing kinetic energy, flew across a space of hundreds of meters, traveling at several times the speed of sound like a meteor, and even before Caesar could react, he was hit accurately in the chest. The terrifying kinetic energy tore through his blue-black scales, creating a hole as big as a bowl.

A large pool of blood splattered, and Caesar widened his eyes in shock, with an expression full of disbelief, looking in the direction where the bullet came from.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 385 Tyrant Path, Sequence 6 Ocean Singer

The Gattuso family sponsors many industries, including investments in religious industries.

However, few people know that the Florence Cathedral has actually belonged to the Gattuso family for a long time.

The high and raised marble dome is constructed in the most perfect geometric form. On the temple-like dome is a picture of Christ's Ascension created by the best artist.

At this moment, the hall of the church was brightly lit, and the golden lamps illuminated the magnificent temple.

Frost walked hurriedly, not paying any attention to the extremely artistic and luxurious sculptures and even paintings. He walked to the inner hall with his head lowered and pushed open the door that was never open to the public.

What comes into view is a small prayer hall which is many times smaller than the main hall but more luxurious.

Among them, the ground paved with gold and the surrounding columns inlaid with gems echo each other, which is really magnificent and dazzling.

In the middle of the prayer hall was a huge round table, which was already full of people.

Each person was wearing a yellow hooded robe and a pale mask on his face, with a strange symbol formed by three twisted lines depicted on the mask.

Frost lowered his head, maintaining a submissive and respectful attitude, and said softly: "Your Excellency the Bishop, something has happened."

"No need to panic, Frost."

The person sitting in the main seat was calm, tapping the tabletop lightly with his fingertips, and said calmly, "Sit down and talk slowly."

"Yes, Bishop."

Frost walked slowly forward and sat down directly opposite the round table.

After his emotions calmed down a lot, he said, "Just now, I received news from Albert that Caesar was assassinated in Naples. The murderer is unknown and used a large sniper weapon. Now Caesar fell into the sea and is suspected to be dead."

Boom!

The knocking sounds stopped abruptly, and the prayer hall fell into deathly silence.

In an instant, the other people in yellow robes at the round table turned their heads at the same time. Although they were blocked by masks, Frost could clearly feel that those people were staring at him.

The depressing and heavy atmosphere made Frost tremble with fear, his face turned pale as paper, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"and then?"

The bishop finally spoke, breaking the silence.

"I have arranged for Albert and the members of the execution team to do their best to search for Caesar." Frost breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and replied timidly: "I believe that there will be results soon, and I will never let His Excellency the Bishop down."

"Who do you think did it?"

The bishop asked calmly, leaning back in his chair.

"This"

Frost looked embarrassed. He really couldn't imagine who else would do such a thing.

"never mind."

The bishop seemed disappointed and waved his hand: "Caesar won't die so easily, and this matter is not so simple. I will ask someone to help you find out the truth."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Bishop!" Frost could finally breathe a sigh of relief. For a moment just now, he even thought he was going to die!

"The second thing is about Cassel."

The bishop looked at the rest of the congregants, and said with a hint of coercion in his tone: "I am disappointed with your mistake last time."

The indescribable heavy pressure surged like the tide, like the sea before a storm, a turbulent tsunami, stirred by the inexplicable wind pressure, and the cold murderous intent mixed in it made the candlelight in the room flicker, as if it would go out in the next second!

Frost lowered his head deeply, his pupils filled with fear.

The rest of the church members wearing pale masks were all silent, as if they did not dare to offend the bishop.

"I can forgive you for what happened last time."

The bishop's voice was dull and deep, like thunder lurking under dark clouds, which made everyone present feel pressured.

"But this time, we must not make any mistakes. We must gather all the sacrifices before Aldebaran appears." The bishop slowly stood up, holding the table, and said with a sense of pressure: "Lu Mingfei, Xia Mi, Caesar. No one can be missing. Do you understand?"

"As the Bishop commands."

The believers followed suit and stood up, making the sign of the cross on their chests.

"Lancelot, Gawain, this task will be completed by the two of you, working with Frost. Do you understand?" The bishop pointed out two names.

The two people on his left lowered their heads and said, "Yes, Your Excellency the Bishop."

"The rest of you, prepare the supplies for the ceremony."

After the bishop finished speaking, he waved his hand, and an invisible wind blew out the candles, indicating the end of the meeting.

People wearing masks and yellow robes slowly left the prayer hall.

Frost came out last. Feeling the cool breeze blowing towards him from outside the church, he suddenly felt weak and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Looking back at the church, he showed deep fear in his eyes: "The Secret Order is too scary."

At this time, after everyone had left, only the 'Bishop' was left in the prayer hall.

Suddenly, an old man in a ragged yellow robe and with a skinny figure appeared in the empty church: "He faked his death to escape, founded a secret order, used Caesar's patricide as an excuse, secretly manipulated the school board, and made three sacrifices appear at the same time. He is indeed the most hidden person. Pompey."

"It's you, Zaratul."

At this time, the bishop took off his mask, revealing his true face, and shouted fanatically: "Everything is for the great King in Yellow!"

The man had long hair as dazzling as gold, casually draped to his waist. When he raised his head, he revealed a handsome face that was enough to make most women crazy and obsessed with him. His sea-blue eyes were as pure as gems, and the arc at the corner of his lips further highlighted his noble temperament.

If Caesar were still alive, he would definitely recognize at a glance that the man sitting in the main seat was his father, Pompey Gattuso, who was beheaded by him!

"Yes, yes, it seems that you have entered deeper into the dream of our Lord."

Zaratul smiled, very satisfied with Pompey's current progress, and said calmly: "How is the potion of the Wind-loving One?"

"Very good! It fits my authority very well!" Pompey's face showed a ferocious look: "When will you give me the remaining potion?"

'Zaratul' observed carefully and found that under Pompeii's skin, the blood vessels were swimming like worms, and the whole person's emotions were in an extremely excited state.

Apparently, this was a case of the potion not being fully digested, and spiritual 'contamination' had already occurred.

Of course, 'Zaratsu'. No, it should be Uchiha Sogetsu. He doesn't care whether Pompey has digested the potion or not.

The authority of the King of Sky and Wind was quite compatible with the Tyrant Path, which was just as he had expected. The combination of the two produced a miraculous chemical reaction, allowing Pompeii to advance to Sequence 6 without having to fully digest the potion. It was truly magical.

Uchiha Sogetsu guessed that it was probably because of the dragon race's special physique and the fact that they were born with power, that the effects of the magic potions they took were better than those of humans.

However, whether it can reach that step or not still needs further testing.

Zaratul nodded in satisfaction, and took out a bottle of sticky liquid medicine from under the torn yellow robe: "This is a Sequence Five potion, Ocean Singer."

Pompey took the potion from the Sea Singer without hesitation and drank it down in one gulp.

"I can feel the sky and the ocean, calling me!"

He shouted excitedly, making a sound like thunder, as if real sound waves were shaking the hall.

Zaratul smiled without saying anything, observing the changes in Pompeii's spiritual level: "Well, I look forward to seeing you next time, Mr. Pompeii."

After saying this, his figure gradually disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 386 Angers: Nice to meet you, Lu Mingze!

Kassel College, it’s another sunny day.

After the day of freedom, Lu Mingfei became famous in the school. His fame was so high that he was almost as famous as Chu Zihang and Caesar.

After all, it is unprecedented in the history of Kassel University to have single-handedly swept away all the students, and it is estimated that it will be difficult for anyone to surpass him in the next few decades.

An S-rank hybrid, truly worthy of the title!

Of course, even if he defeated all the students and slaughtered nearly a hundred Deadpools with a chainsaw sword, Lu Mingfei is now facing a difficulty that many students will face.

That is the .3e exam!

The 3e exam is the abbreviation of extractionevaationexa, which means bloodline assessment exam, and is mainly used to identify students' dragon bloodline.

Those of dragon blood will resonate with dragon characters, and when they resonate, they will have the effect of clairvoyance, which means they will naturally see the scenes of dragon characters appearing in their minds. Students who are not sensitive to dragon characters are usually deemed to have insufficient bloodline abilities, and are either demoted or expelled.

Lu Mingfei was squatting in the dormitory, staring at the "real exam questions" from previous years that he had bought from Finkel, scratching his head anxiously.