One crisp autumn morning, a Roman chariot, polished to a blinding, obnoxious shine, pulled up outside the village gates. It wasn't the usual battered cart of a legionary. It was pulled by six white horses with golden bridles. From it stepped a herald wearing a helmet with a giant holographic eagle projecting above it.
Asterix, still half-tangled in the electric net, rolled toward Caesar Mega’s feet. With one final swing of his fist, he punched the crystal.
"Choose your champion," Caesar Mega laughed. "Or I will send all of them at once."
Caesar Mega did not have wild boar. Instead, he fired a heat beam from his eye, melting the ground where Obelix had been standing a second earlier. Asterix y obelix contra cesar mega
"Asterix! The crystal!" Getafix shouted from the stands.
But Obelix was not trapped. He had simply stopped to pick up a loose piece of the arena wall. "You talk too much," Obelix said, and threw the entire wall at Caesar Mega's face.
"Caesar... Mega?" Asterix asked suspiciously. "What happened to the old Caesar?" One crisp autumn morning, a Roman chariot, polished
He was terrifying. Half-man, half-machine. His left arm was a brass cannon. His right eye glowed red. A giant "M" was bolted onto his chest plate. When he spoke, his voice echoed from speakers hidden in the skulls of conquered kings.
The end.
Part 1: The Invitation to Madness
"Ah, the little Gauls," Caesar Mega buzzed. "I have analyzed your magic potion. It enhances muscle density by 400%. But I... I have been upgraded to 4,000%!"
The year is 50 BC. All Gaul is occupied by Rome. Well, almost all. One tiny village of indomitable Gauls still holds out against the invaders, thanks to their magic potion brewed by the druid Getafix.
