Caesar patted the ashes on his coat at this time, "If it is to this extent, most non-human beings will indeed be unable to stop it, and then the only fate left is probably a tragic death... Even if it is me, fighting with you like this

It will also be a bit of a disadvantage..."

He shook his head and began to slowly unbutton his shirt, but at this time the members of [the-fianna] obviously did not intend to wait, and they started designing again.

But Caesar waved his hand to block it...or rather waved his hand to slap it!

His arm seemed to have turned into a phantom, as if it was faster than the speed of light shots. It was so easy to shoot away the light speed shots... At the same time, he did not stop using his left hand to release the shot.

The action of unbuttoning a shirt!

Finally, under the horrified eyes of the members of [the-fianna], Caesar launched this round of salvo...the weapons had to enter a short cooling stage.

And Caesar finally took off his shirt, revealing a body of muscles that were almost golden but not bulging.

The shirt hung naturally on his palm, and he gently let go of his hand.

Bang!!

The moment the shirt hit the ground, the whole earth began to shake... The scorched earth was actually hit by this light-looking shirt, creating a huge crater... The cracks on the edge continued.

It spread to the entire courtyard of the monastery, and the walls collapsed as a result.

The moment the shirt fell to the ground, Caesar's legs bounced slightly, and the ground cracked open again. He once again appeared in front of the [the-fianna] member who had received his punch. This time he still

Still punched.

With high-speed cameras and auxiliary intelligence, this member of [the-fianna] only succeeded in raising his finger this time!

Bang!

With this punch, the members of [the-fianna] did not fly backwards as expected!

The armor on the chest of his 'Dragon Cavalry' was shattered... and then, his entire body exploded!

The blood mist drifts away.

On the ground, there were only some tiny fragments and blood clots... And in the control room of [the-fianna] headquarters, the Prime Minister suddenly stood up, his mouth was already open, and his jaw seemed to be falling...

Eyes widened!

There was dead silence in the control room!

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"The Beast King of the Moon?"

In the hotel, the Psychic Witch was chatting with Farrell. After leaving the prison, the Psychic Witch really felt that the body of Mr. Knight was really smelly, so she forcefully asked him to wash it off and found a temporary hotel.

After freshening up, Farrell looked better.

I don't know if it was due to an illusion, but Miss Soul Witch always felt that his flesh seemed to have grown a little longer, and it was not as dry as when he was in the castle prison.

Miss Gillian was currently cutting the knight's long, messy hair and chatting about some long-standing experiences.

"According to legend, only one Moon Beast King will be born among ten million beastmen, and he will have the most powerful power."

Farrell looked at his face that was beginning to become dry in the mirror, and seemed to enjoy the action of the psychic witch cutting his hair.
Chapter completed!