Unexpectedly, this strange smell wafting from somewhere in the air scared the Minister of War so much that he immediately deployed his defensive shell. Really... huh?
Thinking of this, the rebel men suddenly froze, blinking repeatedly, a hint of childlike innocence appearing in their eyes.
...Hey, since even the face-conscious military minister has opened his shell to save himself, then what about us guys...?
The rebel soldiers looked at each other, smiled, gave each other thumbs-up, and slowly began to speak—
send!
boom!
With a loud bang, dozens of oil tankers placed around the rebel camp exploded at the same time.
In an instant, flames shot into the sky, illuminating the night brighter than the day.
The churning air currents licked at every human who did not flee, and yellow sand suddenly flew up, roaring towards the sky, and then crashed down like ocean waves in the blink of an eye. Of those who experienced it, nine out of ten died or were injured.
Inside Wildfire Town, Lucy held a telescope and gazed into the distance. She pursed her lips and then unconsciously hugged Corinne even tighter.
Colleen blushed slightly, gently nudged Lucy's shoulder, and said weakly, "Lucy..."
Lucy then realized what she had done, blushing and coughing as if nothing had happened, changing the subject: "Ahem, anyway! Caesar isn't completely brainless, now is the time for us to fight back!"
"Colleen, the rope maker. Will you come with me to the front lines?"
Ke Lin nodded slightly: "No problem."
Ling scratched her head and said sheepishly, "I think I'll pass... But don't worry, I took pictures of you all just now! Remember to come to our video store to pick them up!"
Colleen's face turned pale, and she said miserably, "Oh, Miss Rope Maker, how could you do this... ugh!"
"Kelin's gone. No time for nonsense."
Before Colleen could continue speaking, Lucy forcibly dragged her away.
And where Corinne couldn't see, Lucy secretly gave Bell a thumbs up.
...
Rebel camp.
Amidst scorched earth, Caesar, bathed in golden light, slowly walked toward a coffin in the vast desert.
Its presence stands out starkly amidst the charred and vitrified sand.
Suddenly, when Caesar got close enough, the coffin shook.
Caesar stopped in his tracks, hands on his hips with a hint of doubt, and said bluntly, "Uncle, you're not planning to wait for me to get close and then make your move, are you? But isn't your stealth method a bit too crude?"
As soon as Caesar finished speaking, the coffin lid stopped trembling and the whole body stiffened.
Then, in the next second, a huge body rose up from the sand and gravel. Half of its body was already as tall as Perlman, and one of its forearms was much thicker than Perlman's thigh.
The arm is now charred black, and although it is covered in wounds, there is not much blood on the surface.
The military minister gritted his teeth, glaring menacingly at Caesar, almost spitting out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Who's going to ambush you!"
"The coffin lid wasn't closed properly, and the shockwave from the explosion got inside. My entire right arm is burned! Damn it!"
After he finished speaking, the military minister's face twitched for a while, he winced and grimaced, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead down to his chin, looking like he was in great pain.
Seeing this, Caesar immediately understood and exclaimed, "Oh, so you weren't bad at stealth, you were just in unbearable pain, right?"
"How could I do that? I've been crawling in the sand since this afternoon, and every time I wanted to give up, I kept going because I knew there was going to be a tough battle later. But you look like you're half-dead, I can't bring myself to do it!"
Caesar hung his head in dejection, feeling a pang of regret.
Of all the forms of justice in the world, only shoujo manga and fighting are truly worth upholding.
Today was such a beautiful day; I could have been comfortably lying in bed reading comics.
Suddenly, she was informed that the Ninth Division of the rebels might come to raid, which ruined her reading time. Lucy then ordered Caesar to carry out the decapitation operation.
Fine! If you can't read shoujo manga, then grabbing the other side's leader and beating him up is just as good!
After all, both activities are meant to stir people's hearts!
Not much difference!
But now, the rebel uncle looks half-dead, and if Caesar were to fight him again, it would seem like bullying the weak.
"well!"
Caesar looked dejectedly at the Minister of War, his eyes filled with disappointment: "Uncle, how could you give up so easily? It was just an explosion! To be fair, I withstood the explosion with you."
Caesar scratched his shimmering golden hair with some annoyance, his fingertips tracing the small round shield tied to his left hand.
"Enough! Stop looking at me like I'm pitiful... Ptooey!"
The military minister angrily slammed his fist on the ground, only to end up throwing a mouthful of sand into his own mouth.
Unlike usual, the vitrified sand had a unique flavor when it entered his mouth. At least it made the military minister's teeth hurt a bit. He spat it out several times, his anger flaring up. The next second, he pulled his entire body out of the coffin.
His pitch-black body obscured the moon, and his shadow, more than two meters tall, completely concealed Caesar.
The military minister picked up the coffin lid and smashed it down on Caesar's head, roaring, "Today I'll teach you a lesson on what it means to respect your elders, little girl!"
A fierce wind rushed towards him, but Caesar showed no fear whatsoever. On the contrary, he was eager to try, raising his small round shield to meet the attack head-on. The small step he was forced back filled Caesar with ecstatic joy, and he exclaimed in delight:
"Hey, I didn't expect you to still have strength, uncle. So it doesn't count as bullying the weak, right? I can beat you up with all my might, right!"
Having said that, Caesar charged forward again, dodging the pounding coffin lids to the side while gripping his short sword, looking for an opportunity to stab them.
Upon hearing this, the military minister immediately felt slighted and flew into a rage. In an instant, the coffin lid disassembled and reverted to the protective gear on his left arm. He swung his arm like a heavy hammer. If an ordinary person were hit, they would break at least two bones and fall to the ground.
"Die!"
Caesar raised his shield to block, but involuntarily took two steps back, his feet sinking lightly into the soft sand, ready to step out and accelerate his approach at any moment.
"It's not over yet!"
The military minister roared and slammed his fist into the ground.
In an instant, the protective gear on his left arm transformed again, blooming like flower petals to reveal the dark muzzle of a gun inside.
The next instant, flames roared out!
In just a few seconds, the dark muzzle of the gun poured out hundreds of bullets. The spent cartridges fell silently into the sand pit, and only the muzzle flashed a ferocious smile on the army minister's fleshy face.
"Haha, come and beat me up! Weren't you so tough just now? Didn't you withstand the explosion? Come on, you little brat!"
"Oh! You said it yourself, Uncle, here I come!"
Suddenly, a cheerful voice rang out from in front of the military minister.
The military minister was immediately horrified and opened his eyes to take a look.
Holy crap, you opened it?
Caesar had appeared before her without her noticing. Enveloped in golden light, she ignored the bullets and charged forward to deliver a sword strike to the military minister.
The military minister tried to dodge, but was unexpectedly struck on the neck by the back of the sword, almost knocking him unconscious.
Caesar, undeterred, laughed as he slashed off the arm guard on the military minister's left arm with his sword, then kicked the minister in the abdomen.
"Uncle, your rank is quite high, don't surrender!"
"Get out! Surrender is a right that rebels have. You can't take away my desire to be a prisoner. I'm not fighting anymore, I want to surrender!"
Caesar's kick nearly made the military minister vomit his dinner from the night before. Knowing he was no match for him, he immediately wanted to surrender.
"Huh? What kind of leader surrenders? How boring!"
Caesar was immediately disappointed, his eyes filled with dejection.
But suddenly, Caesar turned her little brain, designed for both battle and girlish whims, and suddenly thought of something—
Wait, that's not right. I'm not the overlord. I'm just the leader of Caludon's son, who is under the overlord Lucy. I have no right to accept someone's surrender!
Damn it, just thinking about it makes my hands itch.
Caesar was intrigued. His hands, holding the small round shield and short sword, trembled involuntarily, and his bright green eyes stared intently at the military minister, eager to make a move.
The military minister panicked. Without his weapons, he had lost all his support. He cowered and said, his bravado masking his weakness, "Wait! What are you doing? I've already surrendered! You must follow the rules and not mistreat prisoners!"
Caesar did not back down upon hearing this; he simply smiled.
"Uncle, welcome to the outer ring road."
"Wait, no, no, ahh ...
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