Chapter 1235: Send a head before seeking cooperation
In the solar system, a stream of light is flying rapidly, and the figure in that stream of light is Caesar, the loser.
Gaius Julius Caesar was the quaestor, high priest, praetor, consul, censor, and dictator of the Roman Republic.
Founder of the Roman Empire.
Even though he is a famous figure in history, Roman history cannot avoid him.
But this loser who reappeared in the world was covered with horrible wounds, and blood was constantly flowing out of the wounds. But at this time Caesar no longer had the extra energy to care about those wounds.
Even though the force at the wound was making it worse, even though there was a poison in his body that was destroying his internal organs, he still didn't dare to stop.
Caesar knew very well that if he stopped, only death would await him.
So he had to run, run with all his might, and absolutely could not stop running.
Only in this way can he delay time and wait for rescue.
Caesar knew very well that the war now belonging to the losers had not reached the final battle royale stage. Most of the losers and stragglers were hiding, hiding their identities, hiding their positions, and even hiding their own strengths.
Once someone reveals that he is too powerful, others will try to unite and besiege him.
After all, there can only be one winner in a war, whether it’s the strong taking the initiative to exclude the weak, or the weak forming an alliance to exclude the strong, both are part of the equation.
Just as Caesar was running at full speed, there was a figure in front of him who had been waiting for a long time.
They sat on a meteorite in the ring of Saturn, one man and one sword. Mo Cheng yawned lazily, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. I almost fell asleep."
Caesar stopped, and when Mo Cheng appeared in front of him again, he knew that he could no longer escape.
“You are not Hong Xiuquan.”
The intelligence collection of various countries on the losers has made the intensity of the underground war among all national intelligence agencies increase almost day by day. Starting from various types of intelligence, each country not only wants to infer the true identity of the losers, but also to find their weaknesses from past history.
The paper intelligence about the loser Hong Xiuquan could almost fill an entire room in various countries. If unofficial history and legends were added, even more space would be needed.
But Caesar said with certainty that Mo Cheng was not Hong Xiuquan, even though he had witnessed Mo Cheng's powerful and domineering holy light, and even Caesar himself once thought that the other party was Hong Xiuquan.
Until half an hour ago...
The guy who claimed to be Hong Xiuquan transformed himself into his assistant and stabbed himself in the abdomen with a knife in the bathroom. The knife was filled with poison.
A deadly poison that only exists in mythology.
Mo Cheng almost succeeded in completing his past history in a bathroom built specifically for Caesar, which covered an area as large as a hall.
A history called The Assassination of Caesar.
"You ran away so fast. I even asked Pallas for some poison so that you would die silently."
Looking at the wounds all over Caesar's body and the distance to Saturn's rings, Mo Cheng couldn't help but sigh, "His vitality is really strong. He took my invincible blow and didn't die."
He used the art of transformation to transform himself into Caesar's assistant, and when the opponent let his guard down, he used the poisoned abyss blade to strike with invincibility. Not only Caesar's body, but even his soul was chopped into hundreds of pieces.
But even so, the founder of the Roman Empire still had a breath left, allowing him to escape so far.
Caesar did not speak, but tried his best to control his breathing, trying to restore a certain level of fighting power.
It was probably impossible to defeat the assassin in front of him, but if he could just delay time...
"I advise you not to delay any more." As if he had seen through Caesar's thoughts, Mo Cheng mercilessly extinguished his last hope. "It will take another minute for others to discover that you have been assassinated, and it will take at least two minutes for your allies to come to your rescue ."
"Can you last three minutes?"
The answer is undoubtedly no. At least, Caesar, who was seriously injured by the sneak attack, would never be able to last more than three minutes in front of Mo Cheng.
Caesar did not answer because his answer was not needed. The moment Mo Cheng finished speaking, another Mo Cheng suddenly appeared behind Caesar.
Exactly the same Mo Cheng, holding the scarlet sword of blasphemy.
The blasphemous power of the blood thorns tore apart what was left of Caesar's soul. The pain of the soul-tearing came again and blocked his ability to resist.
Then, the scarlet sword covered with barbs directly cut off Caesar's head.
Beheaded with one sword.
[Ding, kill "I am Rome" Gaius Julius Caesar and gain 3 gold skill points. ]
[Current skill points: 10]
[Current Gold Skill Points: 6]
Leading Caesar's head with one hand, the clone holding the blood thorn turned into countless light spots and returned to the main body, while Mo Cheng sitting on the meteorite also turned into countless light spots and dissipated, and he also had a clone.
On Earth, Mo Cheng looked at the head that belonged to Caesar and couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "Seventy-two transformations, the invincible slash, Pallas's poison, and even using two clones to secretly assassinate a loser without attracting attention. It turns out that losers are not easy to deal with. It will be troublesome to assassinate them again in the future."
As long as the assassination method is used once, it can be confirmed that other losers will not act alone. The losers who can act alone are probably so powerful that Mo Cheng cannot deal with them secretly.
Putting this question aside for the moment, Mo Cheng picked up a tablecloth and wrapped the head, then disappeared into the air.
When he appeared again, he was already in Qi Yuan's office.
The moment Mo Cheng appeared, a shrill alarm sounded throughout the entire research institute. Qi Yuan himself was startled and subconsciously wanted to start the [Battle Ceremony].
And in the first minute when the alarm sounded at the institute, the protective forces at the regiment and battalion levels were fully mobilized.
After discovering that the person coming was Mo Cheng, Director Qi Yuan took a lot of effort to turn off the alarm and let the soldiers go back.
After finishing all these things, and foreseeing that the follow-up reports would need to be completed overtime, Director Qi Yuan couldn't help but sigh, "Mr. Hong, if you want to find me, just give me a call or ask someone to notify me. I can arrange it quickly. You just show up like this..."
Having said this, Director Qi Yuan sighed again and stopped talking. At the same time, he secretly made a note in his mind to further improve the institute's protective measures.
If the person who came just now was not Mo Cheng but a killer, then even he would not dare to imagine the consequences.
Mo Cheng ignored the other party's complaint and threw the tablecloth package on Director Qi Yuan's desk.
"This is?"
"It's a token of allegiance, or a show of goodwill, depending on which term you prefer. Of course, the most important thing is a display, a display of seeking cooperation."
