Nodding slightly, a gentle anger appeared on Doyle's gradually broken face, and his sharp eyes fell on Caesar. The scenes of the past echoed in Doyle's heart, and the anger gradually rose. Doyle used anger and full of reproach.

asked Caesar in a tone of voice:

"Why?"

The question only has three words, but it contains too much content.

Doyle was asking why Caesar did those evil things, why he turned the whole heaven upside down, why he took action against himself, and...why he became what he is today.

His eyes flashed slightly, and Caesar knew that he had not directly killed Doyle just now, but had more or less allowed Doyle to guess his true identity. After all, Feng's intuition and wisdom were very terrifying.

At this moment, Caesar was in a daze because Doyle angrily blamed him, focusing on the word "blame"!

Even after so much has happened, do you still regard me as your friend at this moment?

Caesar's eyes were gentle for a moment, but then he suppressed the tenderness severely, making people feel that nothing had changed at that moment and everything was an illusion.

"I don't want to explain what I did, even to you." Caesar said indifferently. Since embarking on this road, he has never thought about getting the understanding and warmth of others. He is lonely, but he

He was used to being a loner with sinful hands, so he didn't think he was qualified to have friends.

"Hill, are you going to say it or not?" Doyle's anger was like a volcano steaming. He hoped that Hill could give him a reason to forgive Him and give him a last resort, because in Doyle's impression, Hill

He is a person who is very similar to himself, just and brave. He does not believe that Hill himself became what he is today for no reason!

"Hill is dead!" Caesar roared, looking a little hysterical. Taking a deep breath, Caesar raised the sword of judgment in his hand and pointed it at Doyle:

"I have nothing to say."

"Very good." With his fists clenched, Doyle nodded gloomily.

"Then I'll beat you until you tell me!"

With a roar, Doyle punched Caesar until blood spurted from his mouth and he flew far away.

The golden blood spat out by Caesar was filled with black filth. Doyle took a deep look, then clenched his fists and chased after him. However, just as he was about to pursue the victory, Caesar slashed him back with an extremely arrogant sword!

"Thunderclap!"

Doyle looked down at a shattered crack in his chest, and when he looked up again, he found that he was surrounded by thousands of Shinto wings, and Caesar stood proudly not far away, pointing a sword at him.

"Doyle, you seem to have forgotten that I am the strongest among the ancient gods, the master of the entire heaven, and the culprit who stirred up all the heavens and worlds, Caesar!"

With one sword slash, the divine feather breaks through the air!

Those Shinto feathers shot at Doyle from all directions with different abilities. At this life-or-death moment, Doyle's figure was erratic, spinning on the spot, shooting terrifying stars at the flying feathers in the sky!

The huge roar was endless. While Doyle was fighting against the Shinto Feathers, he also hit the terrifying stars towards Caesar. Neither side surrendered to the other. They fought in one place and carried out an all-round fight. In the end, both sides

It's so crazy to only attack but not defend!

The exploding space could no longer withstand such continuous bombings, and the terrifying surge of power directly pushed the two away!

While retreating, Caesar's three pairs of huge divine wings spread out, holding the sword of judgment, bathing in divine fire, with an extremely arrogant and domineering expression, showing the true character of a generation of heroes.

On the other end, Doyle seemed to be further away, but he swept his chest with his hand indifferently, as if the fragments of spirit and flesh that were swept away were not his own, and he staggered his feet, tilted his face, and tilted his head.

, Doyle narrowed his deep eyes and said to Caesar like a ruffian:

"Very good, just keep going crazy for me!"

As he spoke, Doyle's face showed an unprecedented serious look. He stepped forward and performed the most powerful Shinto fusion technique in his life!

One step out of the flat ground, one thought of flowers blooming in the summer and winter winds.

The sky's fire shines thousands of miles across the sea, and a bright sun rises in the sky.

Vitality creates life for all souls, and leaves fall and flowers grow again.

Light and darkness alternate between day and night, and thousands of killing moves are contained within it!

Doyle walked towards Caesar step by step, surrounded by a world of birds and flowers that evolved with the power of creation in his body, but in this world, every plant and tree can kill!

This is a unique way of using sequence divinity and Shinto magic, allowing different powers to blend and connect with each other, ultimately forming a world created by Shinto magic!

Doyle calls this world --- "the world of killing."

Because beauty and peace are just the appearance of this world, in fact even a grain of sand contains terrible dangers! And Caesar, who was pulled here, is tasting the highest malice in this world!

The earth immobilized Caesar's legs in an instant, and the green plants were like sharp arrows, piercing into Caesar's body, frantically absorbing Caesar's energy, and the blazing sunlight shone on Caesar's body, killing Caesar.

His soul was burned out, and a puppet lay on the tree trunk, opening its scarlet eyes strangely, and scarlet puppet strings fell from the sky on Caesar's body, snatching control of his body!

A ferocious ape jumped up and tore off one of Caesar's arms! The wind roared, and the leaves were like sharp blades, scratching blood marks on Caesar's body! These are all illusions of Shinto magic. The moment they appeared,

This forced Caesar into a desperate situation.

In a short period of time, Caesar didn't know how many times he was attacked. With his origin on the verge of drying up, he clenched the sword of judgment in his hand. Even in the face of life and death, Caesar did not despair. On the contrary, his aura was unprecedentedly powerful, even reaching the level of

His greatest ever!

Because Caesar never gave in to adversity!

Because, His name is Caesar!

Closing his eyes, Caesar gathered all the power of the ancient gods in one place, and the Shinto wings were sucked back into his body, all poured into this peak sword. Then, without any hesitation, he slashed in one direction based on instinct.

past!

"Stab~" there was a crisp sound.

The [Killing World] evolved from the Sequence Technique was actually split open by Caesar, revealing the outside world, and outside the world, the sword pointed at Doyle himself!

But just when it was about to cause horrific damage to Doyle, it dissipated like fireworks, leaving only a splendor in the sky.

"Your magic is so powerful that I am amazed, but your soul is your only shortcoming. It seems that you have not practiced the soul cultivation method I taught you."

The corners of Caesar's mouth curved and he spoke in the tone of an elder brother. Then, he slowly closed his eyes.

An old disease broke out in his body, and when the last drop of golden blood overflowed from his body, Caesar's entire body was corroded by the extreme power of pollution, and his whole body began to undergo uncontrollable mutations, as if something had happened in his life.

A strange change, running irreversibly in the other direction.

But how could the proud Caesar allow himself to become a monster? He had already quietly pointed the sword of judgment at himself. If Doyle did not take action next, he would personally end his own life.

"What are you doing? Don't act like the sword you just struck could kill me. I only have 7 seconds left. I feel terrifyingly strong now. This feeling... is like being omnipotent.

."

Large pieces of broken spiritual flesh shells began to fall off, and Doyle, who was speaking now, could no longer see his human form. He was like a strange light of creation, and he was vaguely similar to the spirit of God that had appeared before.

He raised his hand and dispersed from the [Killing Realm]. The light came to Caesar in an instant. He held down the sword pointed at him in Caesar's hand and asked in a ostentatious tone like a child having a tantrum:

"Do you believe I can kill you with one punch right now?"

With a disdainful smile, Caesar shed his arrogant and heroic posture, as well as his intimidating coldness.

At this moment, Caesar seemed to have turned into Hill again, without his previous domineering attitude. On his twisted and painful face, his eyes blinked spiritually, and he said in a questioning voice:

"I don't believe it, call me and see."

Doyle stood up, assumed the posture of a child punching, and said with emotion:

"You know, I had a strange nightmare. In that dream, there was a guy named Hill who always wanted to cook for me."

After a period of silence, a dying light and the constantly twisting monster laughed at the same time.

"Hahahahahaha!"

They laughed so sincerely and so happily, as if time had returned to the City of Angels, to Hill's home, to that kitchen, and there was a Caesar in that room who didn't like to talk much.

...

The two of them kept laughing for a long time. No one stopped first, as if they were afraid that they would return to the bloody reality if they stopped. But as time passed, I didn't know who stopped first. After all, the air was still heavy.

Return to quiet.

Entering the last three seconds of his life, Doyle felt that his power was growing at a terrifying speed. He vaguely saw some tracks between the sky and the earth. They were the action tracks from the heretics. They were so wonderful and vaguely pointed to a mystery.

Without any hesitation, Doyle began to pursue that trace with all his strength!

Doyle's momentary distraction did not make Hill feel strange, because Doyle was now a ray of light.

A burst of laughter seemed to make Hill let go of everything. Just when Hill was about to say something to Doyle, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he subconsciously stepped forward to stop Doyle behind him...

"Boom~~~"

The terrifying power directly shattered Caesar's origin! Doyle, who came back to his senses, looked at all this in a daze. Just now, he was almost able to find the location of the fifth person through the heretic's ability! The fifth person's

I am in the stormy sea!

The fifth person seemed to have already been considered dead at this moment, and he was stuck in Doyle's clone at this moment and killed him!

"Be careful...it's...the fifth person!"

Hill's body slowly dissipated in Doyle's hands. It came so suddenly, and Doyle was not prepared for it!

"I'm sorry..." The three words seemed to hide endless words, just like the three words Doyle asked, hiding countless questions.

Doyle instinctively stretched out his hand to try to retain the scattered light, but when he caught it, there was only one dim red feather left. It was like a burning fire and full of judgment. It came from the son of the archangel Gabriel.

---Hill.

With a hint of concern and an answer to his own question, Hill left just like that.
To be continued...