"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 cyborg legionaries swarmed. Asterix knocked them into a pile of scrap with a few well-aimed punches. But Caesar Mega was not just strong—he was smart . He calculated their every move.
"Don't hurt me!" he whimpered. "I was just the accountant! The real Caesar fired me for losing Britannia! So I built this fake Mega suit to scare everyone into obeying me!"
CRACK.
"Choose your champion," Caesar Mega laughed. "Or I will send all of them at once."
Asterix drank his potion and jumped onto the scorpion's tail. "He’s fast, Obelix! Aim for the power core—it must be somewhere on his chest!"
He clapped his metal hands. The arena floor opened, and out rose a mechanical lion with diamond teeth, a giant scorpion with laser stingers, and a dozen Roman legionaries who were also part-robot.
The stadium went dark. All the mirrors stopped spinning. The magnetic throne fell with a loud CLANG . Caesar Mega stood frozen, then tipped over like a toppled statue. His voice box sputtered.
