Snake of Destiny Starting from American Comics

Li Tian ignored him when he saw him, feeling that it was really boring. After secretly cursing Menghulu and Lao Yinbi, he got up and returned directly to the royal manor located on the outskirts of Caesar City, the capital of the Pale Empire.

At this time, a history teacher happened to be giving history lessons to several young imperial princesses and princes. The old but strong old man is said to be a teacher, but in the eyes of the princes, he is more like a gladiator. His strong muscles, tall figure, and scarred face always remind them of When I was being taught (physical education) by him because I didn't pay attention to the class at the beginning, I was like a tattered rag doll, as if he could tear me to pieces with just one force.

The repeated beatings and fruitless complaints made them have a physical reflex of feeling numb when they saw the old man.

In the eyes of several princesses, he is an ugly but gentle-spoken old man who often tells them interesting ancient knight stories. Just like now, he is preparing to tell the story of the founder of the Pale Empire.

Li Tianxiang also quietly got into the hairpin on the head of a 6-year-old girl. No one noticed his arrival except the little girl who looked up at the hairpin on her head. The girl wanted to communicate with the runaway 'elf' in the hairpin, but the sturdy old man had already started telling the story of the King Caesar, and the curious little girl could only temporarily turn her attention to the old man. The old man had just begun to tell the story of Caesar, the king who founded the Pale Empire 5000 years ago, in a measured tone:

The Pale Empire originated from the path of justice of a kind knight. At that time, fighting spirit and magic, warriors and mages were actually the extraordinary forces that dominated the world.

At that time, Ampei, the ancestor of potions, died, and the power of potions began to spread in the world. As the illegitimate son of a baron from a small country, Caesar was lucky enough to obtain a complete potion formula, and the name of this potion was called the White Emperor.

Among the several major potion systems developed by Li Tianxiang and others, the White Emperor is undoubtedly very special. No matter how cruel or evil the person who embarks on this sequence is, as long as he does not die due to losing control, he will eventually become kind, upright, and friendly by digesting the magic potion. It can be said to be the good horse of the saint and the poison of the devil.

At that time, the young Caesar who was obsessed with chivalry novels was undoubtedly very stubborn. After preparing the potion, he took the White Emperor's simplest and most difficult first potion - Good Man directly at his home. In the end, his father sent him to the Knight Academy to practice fighting spirit due to the strong body he gained after taking the potion. Caesar, who was in the Knight Academy, passed the assessment of the Knight Academy with his better reflexes and physical fitness than his peers.

But the encounter between the kindness inherent in good people and the naivety of young people makes Caesar no longer satisfied with his own improvement after studying, but always helps others. Even if others surpass you, you will not care. Instead, you will be more enthusiastic about helping others. At the same time, helping others also helped Caesar absorb the power of good people. His friendly temperament, kind morals, and excellent qualifications allowed him to gradually stand out in the Royal Knights Academy where there are many talented people, and he made a large number of friends in the academy.

The name "Good Caesar" also began to spread in the capital of the kingdom.

Originally, according to the traditional routine, Caesar should rely on the friendly temperament of a good man to join the royal knights after graduation, become a noble knight, and perhaps start his own family and win a lifelong title.

But Caesar's country was undoubtedly unlucky on the day of Caesar's graduation. The orcs from the north invaded his kingdom, and the king and nobles fled to other countries. Caesar was also carried away by the fleeing people and left the royal capital.

While wandering outside, Caesar saw the brutality of the orcs, the betrayal of the nobles, and the ignorance of the poor, which all turned into sharp swords and penetrated Caesar's kind and selfless heart.

But in the end, he did not give up on saving the kingdom. He summoned his former classmates to share the magic potion in his hands with them. Lead them to rescue the people captured by the orcs, and occupy a castle to protect the refugees in the kingdom.

In this way, on the day when he rescued more than 500 captured people, he completed the ritual of a good person: good deeds, good words, and good deeds.

When the rescue was completed, Caesar understood that the next series of potions was ready to be taken. He stood on the wall of the castle they occupied and looked at the ferocious orc army below and drank the next stage of the potion, the Violent Knight.

The moment the potion entered his throat, Caesar felt endless power bursting out of his body. The fighting spirit seemed to turn into an endless river. Caesar knew that this was an illusory feeling of a surge in power just after the potion entered the body, so Caesar immediately found the strongest man in the castle, an old man who had once reached the fourth level of warrior but now only had the second level of strength due to age and injuries.

He was rescued by Caesar from the refugees. At that time, the old man was suffering from a high fever, and his life was saved by Caesar and others. And he stayed directly in the castle, helping Caesar and others complete their unfinished knight studies and teaching them the practice of fighting spirit.

For a group of teenagers whose strongest strength is only a second-level knight, the teachings of a former master warrior are undoubtedly more than enough. And Caesar just wanted the former fourth-level powerhouse to help him test his current strength.

Caesar came to the hall where the old man was, where the main administrators of the castle were already waiting for him. Whether it was the former classmates of the Knight Academy or the scribes selected from the refugees, they all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Caesar coming down from the city wall. Seeing that Caesar was safe and sound, Barry, who had always been friends with Caesar in the academy, rushed forward and hugged Caesar happily.

Seeing this, everyone no longer worried. After all, people who took the good man's potion in the castle had a two-tenth mortality rate and a one-tenth chance of going crazy. No one knew what higher-level potions would have. Great hazard.

After everyone celebrated Caesar's successful promotion, Caesar asked the veteran soldier O'Neal about his situation.

"Master O'Neill, my current power feels as if it is endless, and my fighting spirit level has also increased significantly. Please help me check if there will be any side effects."

The old O'Neill walked to Caesar with his thin but still strong legs. Scanning Caesar's body with sharp wrinkled eyes, he said in a hoarse voice: "Do a few training moves, hurry up, be careful to use force." Although Caesar was nervous under his gaze, he still tried his best to perform Each pose makes your muscles stretch.

After watching the postures one by one, the old man said with a hint of hoarse excitement: "Okay, okay, let me touch your muscles and bones." After saying that, the old man directly reached out to touch Caesar's muscles without waiting for Caesar's response. line. Caesar endured the old man's touch with all his strength, and couldn't help but think in his heart, "This old guy can't be a dead glass." But in the end, Caesar gritted his teeth and continued to maintain the standard of movements with tears in his eyes.

The old man kept saying, "Okay, okay." Then he stared at Caesar's body with bright eyes.

When Caesar looked at the old man with numb scalp and looked at his body like a pervert. The old man came back to his senses and saw Caesar looking at him as if he were looking at a pervert. I couldn't help but snorted coldly and said, "I put down my dignity to help you check your body, and you actually treat me like this."

Caesar suddenly showed an embarrassed smile and flattered the old man: "Master O'Neill, of course I believe you."

"But the way you checked really made me a little uncomfortable."

The old man smiled disdainfully, then turned and walked to the table next to him, pouring a cup of tea.

He also ignored Caesar who was looking fawning and flattering.

Everyone who was watching Caesar being touched and suppressing their laughter came to the old man's side to help Caesar comfort the old O'Neal.

O'Neal raised his head like a master and said: "If it weren't for that kid's body being so interesting, how could I have become like that?" Then he said enviously: "I don't know if your kid is gone. What a piece of shit luck that allowed you to pick up such a great treasure.”

Then he said seriously: "Through my observation, I found that there should be nothing wrong with your body. Your muscles are perfect. The toughness of your bones and the tightness of your muscles have exceeded that of ordinary second-level warriors. The direction of the evolution of third-level warriors. Your fighting spirit is probably due to the strengthening of your body, and it will follow suit.

Don't blame the old man for being too immersed in my observation just now. If you find that what you have been practicing suddenly appears on a young boy, you will not be much better than me. "

Then in the eyes of everyone who said that they wanted to put their hands into his muscles, O'Neal said: "When I was traveling in the world, I saw the discussions of several legendary warriors. Their thoughts on this almost perfectly evolved body were what they once had. I yearn for it very much, but even with the joint efforts of several legends, they have not created such a method that can train a perfect body. But your body now has the prototype of this perfect evolution."

"If the magic potion formula in the hands of you guys is known to their perfection-seeking body-building lunatics, then you really have no chance of surviving."

"Of course, it is also possible that he will be accepted as a disciple by them and be kept by his side at any time as a test subject for observation."

Barry on the side heard what the old man said and couldn't help but said, "Then can't we just give the potion to them? They can also use this thing themselves."

The old man looked at the innocent Barry and mocked: "Why share something with others that you can keep for yourself? In order to prevent the leakage of this potion formula, they will definitely keep you under tight control. Don't say anything about saving the country. Well, it will be good if you can walk out of their laboratory alive."

The people standing nearby couldn't help but change their faces when they heard the conversation between the old man and Paris.

I couldn't help but think that I must keep this news tightly in my heart and never let outsiders know the secret of this potion formula.

Even, they couldn't help but scan the people around them, wondering if anyone among them would betray them?