Chapter 240 I am Augustus, I come back to rebuild Rome (3k2)

The Pompeii Roman Empire is constantly being attacked by the Abyss Watchers led by the Witch.

Meanwhile, the Eastern Roman Empire in the north was intensively preparing for the largest gladiatorial competition in history.

The giant Colosseum outside the city of Agas has been urgently expanded by countless slaves.

They want more seats and a bigger venue.

So that enough dignitaries can watch this grand event.

And in the wilderness not far from the Colosseum.

The tens of thousands of gladiators brought by Moon were all stationed here safely.

In front, behind, and on both sides of them was a Roman army of just the right number.

After what happened thirteen years ago, Rome was still on guard against gladiator riots, but that was all it was.

Spataco, who dared to lead the slaves in rebellion, had his head chopped off and hung on an airship, which has been parading back and forth for several years.

Who else can continue to rebel?
Who else could feel that he was more qualified and capable of rebelling against Rome than Spataco, who was recognized by almost all slaves as Augustus when he was alive?

It couldn't be that Augustus crawled out of his grave himself, could it?

If that is the case, then as descendants of sinners, they would really be a bit scared!

Just kidding, Rome no longer thinks they will be overthrown.

Spataco's resistance only seemed to be powerful, but in fact it did not touch the root of the problem at all.

Their ability to recover quickly from the rebellion that swept the continent thirteen years ago speaks volumes.

So at today's event, the Roman nobles were all very relaxed.

No one thought anything would happen.

If there was anything they were really worried about, it was that they were worried that the group of lowly slaves would not be able to use their powerful and advanced weapons, and would end up staging a fight that was completely inconsistent with their status and expectations.

In order to dispel doubts, the general who personally presided over the event brought his soldiers directly to Moon's tent.

As soon as they met, the general, who had long ago put on the purple ribbon of Tyre, laughed and hugged Moon:

"Oh, my friend, I really miss you!"

Moon also smiled and walked forward to hug the general.

In a warm embrace between the two.

The general did not let go and asked:

"So, do you think your gladiators can really succeed?"

Moen smiled and said:

"Of course it will succeed. I have seen every one of them, they are all good fighters with high morale!"

The general then let go of Moon and patted him on the shoulder and said:
"Then I'm relieved, but is there anything I can do? Although time is running out, I think there is always something I can do."

Moen nodded and said:

"There is indeed something I need you to do."

"Huh, what? I'm happy to help."

"I need you to order the withdrawal of the troops in the north and hand over the weapons controlled by the troops in the south to us."

The general waved his hand and smiled:
"That won't do. It's not time yet. I know you want to let those slaves outside get used to weapons they have never used before, but the Third and Seventh Legions haven't arrived yet."

"You don't want to see some idiot make the foolish attempt to learn Spataco, do you?"

As he was speaking, the general seemed to realize something and suddenly looked at Moon.

The other party just stood there with a smile.

The next moment, the general suddenly reached for the dagger at his waist.

But Quintus behind him was faster than him.

Almost instantly, the general's hand that was about to draw his sword was cut off.

"Ah! Ah! Guards, guards!"

The general covered his severed hand and retreated repeatedly.

He wanted to call the guards he brought with him, but no one responded to him.

Instead, several gladiators broke in carrying soldiers' heads.

These were warriors carefully selected by Quintus, and they were all survivors of the uprising thirteen years ago.

Absolutely reliable!

Looking at the wailing general, one of the gladiators, who had half of his eye gouged out by a Roman soldier, stepped forward and grabbed the general's neck.

The coldness of the sword made the general stop talking and look up instantly.

He looked at Moen in horror and said:

"Are you crazy? Spataco lost, what makes you think you can do that?"

Moon did not answer, but stepped forward and repeated his words:

"Let the troops in the north get out of the way, and then let the troops in the south deliver their weapons immediately."

The general's face turned paler and paler, a sign of excessive blood loss, but his mind remained clear.

"Don't even think about it. I must tell you that I not only transferred the two legions in the open, but also assigned two additional legions. You and your group of slaves will never be able to accomplish anything!"

The gladiator who was holding his neck pressed the blade directly against him to cut his flesh and said:

"Then I'll let you die first!"

The general was not afraid of this, but instead pressed his neck further forward and said:
"Then kill me. I am your biggest card! Do you dare to kill me?"

The gladiator quickly withdrew the sword that was around his neck. The gladiator really didn't dare to kill this biggest card.

Although he was a mortal, he was the most powerful man in the southern Eastern Roman Empire.

This made the general smile even more fiercely:
"Look here, you cowards!"

He was sure that this group of people would not dare to really kill him.

So his words and actions became more and more intense:
"Just wait. When my adjutant finds out something is wrong, you will immediately know the difference between the army and the slaves!"

"Gladiators? Just a bunch of slaves for our amusement."

"Do you really think you can go to heaven?"

"You fools deserve to be cut into pieces." The gladiators were angered by his disdain and scolding, but they did not dare to actually take action.

Until Moen said calmly:
"Then kill him."

This sentence did not stun the general, but instead made the gladiators at a loss.

But some people immediately made a move to kill him, but the general just straightened his neck and leaned forward.

He didn't believe that the other party really wanted to kill him with this card that he had obtained with great difficulty.

He also knew that he would never be able to have an easy life, but since he would neither die nor have an easy life, why should he bow down to him?

The gladiator also put away his sword again, and his hideous smile almost filled the entire tent.

Moen sighed and said:
"Don't think too much. My meaning is very clear. Kill him and then cut off his head for me. I am not very good at using a sword, and it is difficult for me to directly cut off a person's neck bone."

The gladiator who was holding the general was still not sure whether Moon really wanted to kill the general or just wanted to scare him into cooperating.

He could only look at Moon blankly, while the general laughed and spat on Moon's shoes.

Moon still said calmly:

"No need to think too much, literally. Please. If you're any slower, he'll bleed to death first."

This time, it was the general's turn to be stunned. No, are you really going to kill me?

I am your biggest card!

are you crazy?
After realizing that he was about to die from blood loss and that this guy was serious, the general panicked visibly. He knelt on the ground and waved his hands repeatedly, saying:

"I agree. I will do it right away. Let the troops in the north withdraw? I will give the order immediately. Ah, I will also withdraw the troops on the other two sides."

Moon shook his head and said:

"Please kill him quickly, he should have died long ago."

The gladiator was so overjoyed that he pressed down the general's head directly, and he was going to find a good angle to cut off a beautiful head.

"Wait! Wait! I know a lot of people, and I know the deployment of many armies. Don't kill me, I'm really useful!"

"Wait!"

The sharp blade that had already touched the opponent's flesh stopped instantly, and the general thought that the opponent had let him go.

But before he could feel the surprise of surviving the disaster and the arrogance of regaining his confidence.

He then heard an even more unbelievable voice:
"Can you control the direction of his bleeding when he is beheaded? I want to dye his ribbon red with his blood."

The general and the gladiator were both stunned. After a while, the gladiator said:

"I can, my Lord, but why?"

Moon looked calmly at the general and the purple ribbon of Tyre on him and said:
"I brought Rome, and I brought sin, so it's time to wash away sin with blood."

Tyrian purple is a color that is sought after because Moen likes it.

But now, Moon thinks Rome should change its color.

What he brings, he changes.

He corrects the mistakes he made.

The general, knowing that he had no chance of survival, completely exploded. He cursed:
"What makes you say you brought Rome? Who do you think you are? You're just a clown trying to emulate Spataco! You!"

The general's voice stopped abruptly.

Because in the turning of the ring, he saw Augustus walking back from history to reality.

The purple sash of Augustus from Tyre, which was supposedly long gone but has reappeared?

Augustus is really back?!

But he had no time to think further, because this time the sharp blade pierced his neck without hesitation or hindrance.

The blood did not really spurt out but instead flowed down his body, staining the purple ribbon of Tyre that represented nobility and luxury red.

The only pity is that in order to accomplish this, the gladiator was unable to cut off a neat and clean head.

This is an atrocity, an undisputed atrocity.

But if it is used on these Roman dignitaries, it is so appropriate.

Looking at the headless body lying on the ground.

Augustus Julius reached out and removed the bloody ribbon.

He slowly put it on his body.

No laurels, no throne, no cheers.

The only things there were were a few gladiators who had no idea of ​​etiquette, a slave who had been stripped of all his identity, and a ribbon stained with the blood of his enemies.

This was all that Augustus Julius announced in his return.

Perfect for a mortal, and perfect for the Master of the World who is preparing to reorganize Rome.

Because all he has are the lower class, slaves, blood and fire!

Moon took over the general's frightened head, which had finally come to its senses.

He walked out of his tent quietly.

The area outside was already filled with gladiators who had rushed over after hearing the noise.

They all looked in disbelief at the great man who walked down from the mural and the pedestal.

And looked with near horror at the hideous thing that this great man was carrying.

But as Moon walked to a hillside that was neither high nor low, he raised the slave owner's head high to the crowd.

The gladiators were no longer panicking, they just felt their blood boiling.

They realized the truth.

Also looking forward to the truth.

The great one who stood in the sun and looked down on everything did not disappoint them.

Augustus, wearing a bloody ribbon, said to his followers:

"My name is Augustus Julius, and I have returned to rebuild Rome. So, who wants to join me in saving this fallen continent?"

In response to Moon, countless gladiators raised their swords!

(End of this chapter)