Chapter 241 Rome, I'm back! (6k)

In the north stands of the Colosseum, although the competition had not yet begun, spectators from all over the Eastern Roman Empire had already arrived early.

Because this is the biggest fight ever.

So not only did Roman dignitaries arrive early, but it also attracted many nobles from other parts of the Roman Empire.

In the stands, the dignitaries were discussing the biggest fight of the moment.

At the same time, they were chatting with each other about their relationships.

Such an event is not just for enjoying the fights, it is also a good place to build relationships and establish connections.

The connection between nobles and the affection between men and women.

These are the things that are most likely to heat up at such events.

However, during the conversation, one of the nobles looked at the time and suddenly came up with a suggestion:

"We still have an hour or two until it starts, so why don't we have some fun ourselves first?"

The speaker was a local governor, not as powerful as the general beheaded by Morn, but not much less.

Therefore, his words attracted great attention.

The Roman nobles on the viewing stand all nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Governor, do you have any good suggestions?"

Holding the Eagle Horn wine glass, he looked at the two slaves behind him and said:

"We have always watched gladiator fights, although I am also very interested in the biggest fight of the moment."

"But don't you want to see how ordinary slaves fight?"

These two short sentences made the two senior slaves behind him lower their heads in fear.

Compared to most slaves, they are lucky because they have their own unique features and can live relatively easily.

So they are also more emotional.

The Roman nobles suddenly began to look forward to it:
"Governor, you are right. We are all looking forward to this. So do you want your slave to go down?"

The Governor looked at him strangely and smiled:

"What are you doing down there?"

"No amount of auxiliary means can compare to a close-up view, so, guards, give them weapons!"

Two daggers were immediately brought over by the guards.

The two slaves were so frightened that they fell to their knees.

They never thought that they would encounter such a thing.

After all, they are valuable and useful.

He even always felt that he was different from the other slaves.

But in fact, in the eyes of Roman nobles, slaves are always slaves.

No matter how valuable it is, it is just an item that can be used at will.

"Master, we don't know how to fight. You won't have any fun if we kill each other!"

"Yes, Master, please spare us. We have never learned how to fight. You still need me. I can stargaze and play music!"

Without waiting for them to continue, the Governor smashed the wine glass in his hand on the head of one of them:

"Shut up!"

The authority from the slave owner made the two slaves tremble with fear and bow down to the ground.

Even if his forehead was hit and bleeding profusely, he dared not pay any attention.

The Governor's voice continued:
"It's because you don't know how to fight that I find it interesting."

"So, hurry up, the one who survives is qualified to continue serving me!"

One of the slaves wanted to say something more.

But immediately, he saw his companion with a bleeding head suddenly roared, picked up the dagger in front of him and stabbed at him.

Caught off guard, he was stabbed in the throat by the sword.

He could only cover his leaking neck and look in disbelief at his companion who suddenly attacked him.

He thought they had a good relationship!
As his eyes went dark, the slave with a dagger stuck in his neck fell to the ground.

There is no fear in killing the other party's slaves with your own hands, only excitement.

He quickly crawled forward on the ground, hugged the Governor's ankle and said:

"Master, I killed him, I killed him! I won, can I continue to serve you?"

The slaves thought they could survive by attacking and killing their companions by surprise.

But in fact, what greeted him was the cold stare from the dignitaries around him.

They don't think attacking their companions is shameful, they just hate that the other party doesn't let them see what they want to see.

What they wanted to see was two slaves who couldn't fight fighting each other to their lives, but the winner would be decided in just one encounter.

The Governor kicked the other person away and cursed:
"You lowly beast, I haven't even said start yet!"

Only then did the slaves realize the problem.

He hurriedly kowtowed to the dignitaries and begged for forgiveness.

But it was useless. No matter how much the slaves begged, they would not get forgiveness from the powerful.

At the same time, the slaves beside the dignitaries vaguely guessed the answer and became frightened.

The fight is still a long way off, and it's obviously not going to end here.

So, they will continue to be sent up?
Just as they guessed, a nobleman immediately said to the Governor, seeking credit:

"Governor, I want my slave to fight with you. What do you think?"

The Governor certainly welcomes:

"Of course, who is it?"

The nobleman smiled and turned around to point out the slave he liked, but he was surprised.

Before he could point out who it was.

One slave stood up himself:
"Master, let me do it."

The nobleman was displeased by the slave's independent decision. He wanted to scold him for being ignorant of etiquette, but the governor was very interested in this tall and strong man:
"Just him."

The nobleman's expression immediately changed and he said with a smile:

"Very well, go ahead, Gannico. Give the Governor and the nobles a good fight!"

The sturdy man stepped forward silently, and the guard next to him drew the dagger from his waist and handed it to him.

After the sturdy man tried to wave it a few times, he took a deep breath and looked at the terrified slave.

He could not fight, but he and many slaves did because the slave owners who kept them liked it.

So he knows how to win.

As the Governor shouted with interest,

He roared and rushed forward.

The tall and strong body, the deafening roar, and the unstoppable charge frightened the opponent almost instantly.

With just a quick move, he deflected the opponent's dagger, then grabbed the opponent's neck and put the dagger to his face.

This caused the dignitaries to burst into laughter and applaud.

Compared to the gladiators, it wasn't a very good performance, but considering that they were just ordinary slaves, they were satisfied.

Looking at the other person's extremely frightened eyes.

The sturdy man raised his sword and hesitated for a moment.

But soon, he inserted it anyway.

"sorry!"

The dagger engraved with ancient runes pierced through the solid skull as easily as cutting tofu.

The governor's two slaves died at this point.

But the Governor felt in a good mood, and turned around to look at the other dignitaries and said:
"Anyone else want to continue?"

Everything happened just as the slaves had guessed, the powerful would not stop there.

But it was precisely because of this that the strong man took the initiative to stand up.

Because he wanted to keep more slaves alive.

The powerful people who had already felt the rise of the governor naturally nodded happily at the governor's voice, but when they were deciding on a new candidate.

Another slave took the initiative to step forward.

Not the person agreed upon at the beginning.

But as the opponent came on the court, just by exchanging glances, the strong man knew that the opponent had the same idea.

The two slaves holding daggers charged at each other, roaring to give themselves courage.

After a round of slashing, the two daggers were knocked away one after another.

They could only pounce on each other and punch each other in the chest and other places.

Not fatal, but a very intense fight.

This is what the slaves came up with.

Delay time as much as possible and keep as many people alive as possible.

Without any words, just a few glances at each other, they reached a tacit understanding.

This was also the tacit understanding that the slaves were forced to develop in order to survive.

This fighting style, which was completely different from that of the gladiators, instantly made the powerful people cheer.

They loved to see the lowly slaves fighting like wild animals.

"Bite off his ears and tear off his mouth!"

"Bite him, bite him like a dog!"

However, as the struggle continued, the powerful people noticed something strange.

Their cheers gradually cooled and their eyes began to turn cold.

Realizing that he couldn't hold on, the strong man became extremely anxious.

He knew it would probably not work, but he had to try, otherwise too many innocent people would die.

But the slave under him nodded at him.

The meaning is very clear, kill him!
The sturdy man froze again, but the other party took the initiative to press his arm towards his neck.

And squeezed out a whisper:
"Please be kind!"

He was both giving way and seeking death.

After realizing this, the sturdy man's eyes instantly turned red. He wanted to let go of his companion and pounce on the governor.

But at the very end, he turned his head slightly and pressed down hard.

All the dignitaries heard the heavenly sound of a broken neck.

One slave died, and so did the other.

The previous indifference of the powerful disappeared in an instant.

What appeared instead was applause of great satisfaction.

The Governor even pounded the armrest of his seat vigorously.

The sturdy man stood up, panting, and looked at the governor and the dignitaries with red eyes.

This made the guards step forward slightly, and the Governor slightly amused.

But after a moment, the sturdy man loosened his clenched fists, knelt on one knee and said to the Governor:
"My lord, I can still fight, but I beg to be allowed to rest for a while. There won't be many slaves here who know how to fight better than me!"

The Governor was a little disappointed by the sturdy man's answer.

But he did respond to the strong man:

"One glass of wine. You have to continue after I finish this glass of wine."

"Thank you, sir."

The governor drank the new wine in his hand slowly.

Another slave was chosen.

But the soldiers did not give the slave a sword. Instead, the governor sat at the main seat and said:
"Pick up your sword and kill him!"

The strong man was stunned and said:

"But, my lord, he has no weapon. This is not called fighting."

The Governor laughed and said:

"I like."

The dignitaries also laughed and said:
“We like it, too.”

They saw clearly what the slaves wanted to do, so they used the simplest and most to their liking method to disrupt everything.

You have a sword and he doesn't. If you do this again, we will kill you directly.

But if you kill him directly, then your tacit understanding will end.

The sturdy man lowered his head and then walked quickly forward.

As the slave dodged and bit him, he tried his best to kill him with one sword.

If there is no way to resist, then the only thing to do is to make the other party die less painfully. Looking at the almost desperate slave, the strong man trembled and said:
"My Lord, I beg to continue resting."

The Governor laughed and said:

"Why take a break after killing someone who doesn't even have a sword?"

Following the governor's signal, new slaves were brought in.

But this time, the other party got the sword.

Both sides looked at each other in despair.

Their efforts seemed laughably fragile in the face of the cruelty and bloodthirstiness of the slave owners.

After a moment, the fight that the powerful and wealthy had really been looking forward to began.

During these several fights, the strong man didn't know how much time had passed.

It seemed like a long time that spanned several epochs, yet it also seemed like only a few minutes had passed.

The blades in his hands were all curled up.

There were already many corpses lying at my feet.

The laughter of the powerful and wealthy pierced my eardrums.

He felt that he couldn't go on any longer, and he wanted to be killed like that person and leave this hell.

He staggered to his feet before exhaustion completely engulfed him.

Fortunately, the gods and kings finally showed him some mercy.

In a daze, he heard the dignitaries say:

"Looks like we're going to start early? The gladiators are coming!"

These words almost made the slaves cry for joy.

From then on, the strong man developed a desire to live.

He didn't want to die, so he could only kill his companions one after another.

Now, he can finally live.

Although he was about to collapse, he still tried his best to bow to the dignitaries.

From then on, he wanted to retreat.

But the Governor's voice rang out again, throwing him back from heaven to hell in an instant.

"I don't think I told you to stop here?"

The sturdy man looked at the governor as if he was falling into the abyss.

The other party was high above, basking in the sun. The governor should have been glorious at this moment, but the strong man only felt that his eyes were full of cold smiles.

"My lord, but the fight is about to begin."

"Then continue! I have prepared an opponent specifically for you."

As the powerful and wealthy were amused, the strong man saw a slave girl with half her face burned timidly walking out of the crowd.

"Elia!"

The strong man lost his voice instantly.

This is his own sister. Even the half of her face that was burned was burned by her master because of him.

The Governor had risen to meet Moen.

But when passing by the strong man, the Governor said playfully:
"Only one of you and her can survive."

At this moment, the sturdy man wanted to chop off his head with his sword immediately, but when he turned around, he saw the guards with the same sneer on their faces.

They have been waiting for me for a long time!

Moreover, this is a great nobleman, God knows how many life-saving things he has on him.

So the strong man immediately lowered his head:
"Yes, my lord."

The sturdy man walked towards his sister in a daze.

The Governor wanted to turn around to see the result, but he finally walked to the front of the stage, looked at the tens of thousands of gladiators below and shouted:

"Where is my friend? By the way, is General Gary also with my friend?"

No one responded to him.

This made the Governor feel something was wrong.

Just when he was about to speak again.

He saw the gladiators make way.

Then, a miracle happened that made his and everyone in the stands' eyelids twitch.

At this moment, many people couldn't help but look at the reliefs decorated everywhere in the stands.

Then he kept looking down at the miracle.

Exactly the same, or in other words, compared to him, the masterpieces that the masters worked so hard on are distorted.

Augustus Julius, founder of Rome!
No way, this couldn't be his.

How could a mortal survive three epochs? !

The power of Rome came from Augustus, and the glory of Rome came from Augustus.

No Roman noble could have imagined how terrible it would be for Augustus to stand beside slaves.

What's more, through the magic on the stands, they clearly saw whose head the other party was holding.

The highest authority in the southern part of the Eastern Roman Empire - General Galli!
He was a marshal who was almost always a figurehead in Rome.

Under normal circumstances, his death would have shocked all of Rome and the Old World.

But now, with his head in Augustus' hands, his death seemed so insignificant.

Some of the dignitaries had completely lost the composure they had when they watched slaves fighting each other.

Their foreheads began to sweat and their hands and feet became weak.

The soldiers wanted to move forward, but their feet seemed to be rooted and they couldn't move at all.

The governor, who was standing at the front and in front of Augustus, grabbed the Augustus sash on his chest and backed away repeatedly.

The ribbon was still an ordinary ribbon, but he felt that the achievements and honors that once made him extremely satisfied were now like a burning sun that he could not bear.

He hastily threw down the ribbon and asked sharply:

"Who are you?!"

The Governor's voice made the strong man who was struggling to walk towards his sister stop. Through the gap in the railing, he saw Augustus.

Saw Augustus standing with the slaves.

The other side raised the general's head high.

Then he said loudly to the trembling Roma:
"Who am I, you ask?"

"Then I can only say."

"I am the one you fear the most!"

The general's head was thrown out.

The powerful crossbows delivered to the slaves were shot directly from behind the gladiators.

Countless gladiators beside Augustus also roared and rushed towards the stands.

The powerful rune crossbow directly shattered the table.

Countless debris flew into the mist and the powerful and wealthy were dead.

Looking at the roaring gladiators coming towards them, the soldiers below were still trying to resist.

But soon, they found that they were no match for these gladiators.

In front of these gladiators who had been fighting for years, they were as vulnerable as the rebellious slaves they had once slaughtered.

So, after a brief battle, the soldiers were completely defeated.

Their defeat basically means the fall of the stands.

As the stands fell, the armies in other directions that were still trying to fight against the gladiators fled in defeat.

The powerful crossbows continued to bombard the platform.

This is a weapon specially made by Rome. It is extremely powerful and is most suitable for breaking through various strong places with protective barriers.

Once upon a time, the Roman nobles also loved to use these powerful crossbows to crush slaves who disobeyed them.

And now, it's their turn.

The governor who fled backwards was also hit by a powerful crossbow.

But he didn't die.

Just as the strong man worried, he had a lot of life-saving things on him.

General Galli also had one, which was his sword, but the hand holding the sword had been cut off by Quintus first.

The Governor's gun was self-fired, so the Governor did not die.

He just slid down from the stands into the Colosseum in a very embarrassed manner, following the broken buildings.

In the huge smoke and dust, he only saw countless gladiators rushing up the landslide.

He wanted to call upon his guards and protectors.

But before he could even open his mouth, he was pushed down from behind.

His cheek was pressed against the ruins by a huge force and rubbed continuously, and his body was easily cut by the edges of the ruins due to the downward momentum.

Looking at the wailing governor at his feet, the strong man who pounced on him knew that he could kill him!
As he laughed heartily, the sturdy man raised his sword and was about to behead the governor.

But the sharp blade he raised high stopped in mid-air.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to cut it down, but that he can’t.

Amidst the smoke and dust, many gladiators stopped with extreme caution.

He then looked at the man standing behind the burly man and the governor with extreme vigilance.

That's a demigod!

And he might be a Sequence Three Saint!
The Governor's Guardian.

General Galli did not, because one was a governor posted to a local area and the other was a powerful general in the army.

The existence of the other party also represents the root of slavery - extraordinary power.

For a demigod, no matter how many mortals there are, they cannot kill him.

Because they transcend mortal limits.

But none of the gladiators were afraid.

They were all eager to try.

Looking at the fearless gladiators and the screams of the powerful people behind them.

However, this demigod did not make any move.

This made the Governor extremely dissatisfied and he shouted:

"Kill them, kill them! Are you going to betray the emperor?! Are you going to betray Aug?"

As he spoke, the Governor stopped talking with a twitching mouth.

Everything in Rome came from Augustus.

Faced with thirteen years of uprising, they had plenty of reasons to suppress everything.

But facing the real Augustus, they had no foothold anywhere.

He also wanted to deny Moon's identity, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Because he and everyone else knew it was true.

After a moment, the Governor could only turn to say:
"Take me away, take me away! Don't worry about the others, just take me away!"

The demigod remained silent because he was surrounded by smoke and dust.

He saw Augustus walking towards him.

That's just a mortal.

Undoubtedly mortal.

Whether it was three eras ago or now.

Augustus was just a mortal. As a demigod close to an angel, he had plenty of ways to crush a mortal to death.

But, but, the feeling of oppression is so great!
He is obviously just an ordinary person, but he can bring him almost god-like pressure and shock.

Especially when Augustus walked out of the smoke and dust and stood in front of him.

The other party didn't say anything, but just looked at him with great dignity.

After a brief eye contact, the Lord of the World finally said to the demigod who hadn't even noticed that his legs were shaking:

"Go back and tell them, just say it."

"Rome, I am back!"

The demigod instantly fled as if he had been pardoned.

The strong man raised the sharp blade and beheaded the governor in an instant.

In the face of the returning Augustus, all supernatural powers and powers were defeated.

(End of this chapter)