Chapter 127 Pompey: Why do you think I call my son Caesar?

On a Nordic night, the Bugatti Veyron left the highway in Stockholm and stopped at the shore of Lake Mälaren.

Pompey kicked open the car door and walked out unsteadily.

He was still wearing the bathrobe he wore in the sanatorium, his long golden hair casually draped over his solid shoulders, and his body, which looked like an ancient Greek sculpture, still had faint teeth marks on it.

"Zhao Xuzhen is dead, and the earl who drank your blood is also dead."

Li Wu Yue always looks melancholy, and her transparent body under the aurora adds a touch of ethereal meaning.

"You have spent far too long at Roselsberg Palace."

"My dear brother, please don't make so many demands on me."

Pompeii scratched his hair, then threw himself into the lake water still filled with ice crystals, ignoring the biting cold.

"Soldiers of a country must have a good meal when they go to war, not to mention that I am a king after all."

"So as their king, you don't care about the lives of your men?"

“They did what they were supposed to do.”

Pompeii lay on his back, paddling in the cold water.

The Knights are the king's tools, and all they have to do is complete the king's orders.

The Knights Templar were first founded during the Roman Empire, when Caesar and Pompey were hostile to each other, and each wanted to control this powerful country. In the Battle of Pharsalus that determined the fate of both sides, Pompey's strategy of delaying time and tiring out his troops was seen through, and he was eventually defeated by Caesar and fled to Egypt.

The cavalry under his command, composed of Gauls and Germans, fled to Brittany, and were later expelled by King Philip IV of France and drifted to England. Later, the Knights Templar pledged allegiance to the descendants of the House of Solomon in the Middle Ages. It was not until a few decades ago that they broke away from the Secret Party and became an independent mixed-race organization.

The history of the Knights Templar is closely linked to their master Pompey.

From being defeated and fleeing to Egypt where he was killed, to struggling in Western Xia, to fighting with the king of the land and mountains in the Central Plains, to completing a conspiracy that lasted for hundreds of years, and finally returning to Europe.

The King of Sky and Wind lived a wandering life, just like his title suggests.

The only one the Knights Templar have ever served is the King of Sky and Wind.

But today, Caesar, who was once his great enemy in Europe, has long since turned into a skeleton under the Arctic ice, but he himself is still standing.

"Do you think I can win this time?"

Pompeii stretched out his hand to the sky, thinking.

"Tell the truth?"

Li Wu Yue roughly estimated the difference in combat power between the two sides. It was difficult to judge the upper limit of the Supreme's new power.

At present, it can only be confirmed that using such power will cause a huge burden on him, but whether he can persist until the other party reaches the upper limit of the load remains to be discussed.

"You don't stand a good chance of winning."

"When I gathered those young children to go to Tunguska, you also said that the chances of winning were slim."

Pompey smiled, his brows showing confidence that he had never concealed.

That time, they were fighting against the new Supreme, not the current cripple.

"arrogant."

"This is innate and cannot be changed."

"Who was beheaded by the King of Egypt that year, causing me to travel all the way from India to the Mediterranean to save him?"

"Caesar is dead. I clearly saw his remains in Black Swan Harbor that year. He didn't even leave a cocoon."

Pompeii had a sour face, and it was obvious that the great failure more than two thousand years ago had been bothering him.

It can only be said that there is a reason why Pompey named his son Caesar.

He must take advantage of this!
"So how do you plan to win this time? Fenrir is gone."

"Your Majesty has many weaknesses right now. Tokyo is the most populous metropolis in the world. He can't let it go."

When Pompey mentioned Lu Mingfei's character, he immediately became excited. "I bet if I fire an Indra at Tokyo, he will definitely not hide."

"Alas, it's a pity that I don't know Guixu, otherwise there would be a super tsunami of a thousand meters, and I wonder how he would resist it."

"Then he really has to thank you."

Looking at Pompeii who was beating his chest and stamping his feet, with an expression as if he regretted not finding the Dragon Bone Cross of the King of Ocean and Water, Li Wu Yue complained.

This is arrogance. No matter what happens to others, you still stick to your own judgment.

"Don't forget to take Herzog with you. You still need him to realize your dream of stealing power."

It is said to be practice, but in fact it is a landmine. After all, no one knows whether the White King, who has the authority of spiritual elements, has any backup plan.

Odin, who rushed in headfirst and was possessed by his body, should give up being a conspirator and commit suicide first.

"That old Deng is not easy to lead."

Pompey held his forehead in pain. He knew something was wrong during the meeting and notified everyone to be prepared early. However, Lu Mingfei solved the problem in less than ten hours!

"That pig didn't run away when he should have, and he was still thinking about his power in the Eight Snake Families. Now he's marked. If he leaves Nibelungen, he will die."

How can the human spirit compare with that of the Dragon King? Odin just had an epileptic seizure and he rushed to China to seek revenge as if nothing had happened. It's because he is the Dragon King. Who is Herzog?

"This is the best chance. If he is given more time, I doubt whether he can really transform into Ultraman."

"It just so happens that he is really going to be beaten to death this time, so he can take this opportunity to avoid the limelight and let him scold those old guys in the secret party."

Pompey acted relatively single and quickly adjusted his mentality.

It must be said that the setbacks he suffered in his early years did help Pompey to develop his mentality. At least now he thinks about problems in a positive way.

"really."

What else could Li Wu Yue say? He was no longer the Wind King.

"Don't be so sarcastic. Why don't you take a look at what His Majesty is doing now?"

"He is repairing the ruins created during the battle."

Li Wu Yue spoke.

"You know, the words of the other two monarchs can easily make a city rise from the ground."

"Look, I told you, this Supreme Being is addicted to pretending to be a human. If he's not provoked, he might still think of himself as the patron saint of mankind."

It is still cold in Sweden in February.

The cold lake water hit the body, and the ice fragments in the lake squeezed against each other, sending out a clinking echo.

Rows of lights dot the surrounding lake surface. Even in the middle of the night, many Swedes take advantage of the last opening of ice fishing to experience the deliciousness of Lake Mälaren perch.

The voices of his loved ones no longer rang in his mind. Pompey looked around, as if the conversation just now was an illusion.

Maybe I should book myself into a better mental hospital.

Pompey paused, then couldn't help but complain.

"It is absurd that a king who leads an army in person has to clean up the battlefield himself."

　Ps:

　　The next one will be a little later, woo woo

　　Why don't parents recognize the money earned from writing novels? It seems that writing novels can't be considered a job, right? This makes me feel a little sad╯﹏╰.

　　Although I know that my parents want me to have a stable job, it won’t be a big deal if I write novels and slowly get a better job.

　　Woo woo woo.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)