Chapter 243: Mourning Temple (3k)

Once the most difficult first step of message delivery is completed, the rest becomes much easier.

The news of Augustus' return spread across the world at a terrifying speed.

Even people from across the world knew this.

This made the Eastern Roman emperor very angry but helpless.

The other party didn't do anything troublesome like the stupid slave thirteen years ago.

Yes, this is Augustus, not some ignorant slave.

I actually underestimated the other party.

I subconsciously thought that the other party just had a troublesome identity.

After a brief thought, the emperor immediately knew what the other party was thinking.

He wanted to see our and the rest of the people's reactions?
Okay, then come on!
I admit that you are an incredibly great person, but so what?
It's the Fourth Age!
Your time is over!
What's more, even when you were at the peak of your career, weren't you killed?
Just an ordinary person!
The Eastern Roman Emperor turned away with a gloomy face.

What the powerful saw was a monarch with confident eyes and a slightly raised smile on his face.

This made them feel like they had found their backbone.

"Don't worry, everyone. He is just a clown pretending to be Augustus."

As soon as these words came out, everyone knew what the emperor meant, and then they all looked at the demigod who was lowering his head more and more.

He had to be a fake anyway.

The foundations of Rome cannot be disturbed.

But why doesn't this guy understand this?

Is this still a demigod?
The crowd also agreed with the emperor's wisdom and cursed the lowly slave who dared to call himself the returned Augustus.

But they just didn’t know what went wrong, they always felt a little bit afraid to call that person a slave.

"Then inform Pompey, those guys in the north, as well as Western Rome and the Second Rome, and tell them that we need to unite to prevent the Spataco incident from happening again."

"Next, inform our allies around the world and tell them that their allies need their strength and support."

The emperor felt that things should not be difficult.

So what if the other party is Augustus?
He is now just a mortal with an empty title.

He has a lot of powerful and high-sequence stakeholders at his disposal.

What can a mortal with only a title use to fight against me?
After a rough estimate, the emperor felt that it was perfect and said to the nobles:
"Okay, let's all go down and do our work. That's all for now."

When the crowd dispersed, the emperor looked back and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Because the ground here is clean and empty.

Clearly, so many people had thrown their ribbons on the ground before this.

A bunch of useless trash.

The emperor shook his head and returned to his own bedroom, where several eunuchs tentatively asked for instructions on how to deal with the emperor's purple Augustus sash.

The emperor waved his hand and said:

"It's just an elaborate fake. Burn it, burn it right in front of me!"

But when several slaves carefully brought the purple ribbon of Tyre and the ribbon of Augustus and offered the fire.

However, the emperor found himself unable to stretch out his hand.

The raised torch approached the ribbon several times, but was put down several times.

The return of Augustus only served to prove that this was Augustus's sash.

Finally, the torches set the slaves on fire.

After leaving the room, the emperor said to his ministers:
"The ribbon has been burned."

The eunuchs looked at the purple that was safe and sound in the firelight and bowed their heads and said:
"Yes, Your Majesty."
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The Eastern Roman Emperor's invitation was quickly responded to in the Old World.

The other emperors of the Roman Empire instantly put aside their previous prejudices and immediately agreed to come and discuss this important matter.

Although the uprising thirteen years ago did not cause any damage to the foundation, it did cause them headaches for a while.

But this time, it was not a simple slave rebellion.

This time Augustus is back!

Their slaves are not even afraid of the Roman legions. These are no longer ordinary slaves and must be struck hard!

But what the emperors did not expect was the reaction outside the Old Continent.

Their allies responded enthusiastically, but that was just enthusiasm.

After learning about this, the Eastern Roman Emperor's forehead veins bulged instantly.

Augustus was waiting for their reaction, and they were waiting for Augustus' reaction!

These wolf cubs are crazy about food and drink on weekdays, but turn deaf and dumb at the critical moment!

The Roman emperors who also knew this frowned slightly and said:

"They actually know that we are the ones who have a safe bet. They just want to see more benefits, so?"

The Eastern Roman Emperor knew what they meant, which was simply to raise the stakes.

But he raised his hand and smiled:

"No, those idiots who only know how to take advantage of others are not worth expecting."

"We can do it ourselves!"

In this regard, the emperor still said uneasily:
"Is it really okay? Even though we said that it wasn't, it really was the living Augustus. God knows if there would be any accidents!"

The one who answered was the Holy Roman Emperor, who sneered:

"Your ancestor was the head of the Senate and one of Augustus' most trusted confidants. But your ancestor delivered the most fatal blow in the assassination of the Senate."

"Your ancestor killed the Lord of the World with a single blow, ending all his glory. And you, as his direct descendant, are actually afraid of a mortal who has been defeated by your ancestor?"

This made the Lord of the Western Roman Empire look a little embarrassed and said:
"I'm just making sure everything is safe. This is different from thirteen years ago."

The Eastern Roman Emperor laughed and said:
"Don't worry, I'm ready. All we need now is to surround them from all sides!" "As long as we destroy Agas quickly with the force of thunder, everything will be over, and the changes that have taken place will return to the way they were before."

After a brief silence, the emperors nodded one after another.

The five most elite armies and generals of the Roman Empire arrived at the front line.

They had to follow the emperors' demands and defeat those ignorant slaves in one fell swoop.

However, just as the Roman army was preparing for a siege.

Slave uprisings broke out in several cities near Agas.

The slaves found a way to give the gladiators weapons, and then the gladiators killed the slave owners and escaped from the city with a batch of food and selected slaves who could fight.

They were driven to Agas, the free city that all slaves now yearned for.

The largest slave meat grinder has become the free city representing the rebirth of slaves.

It's really how life plays on us.

And similar things are happening all over the Old World.

The slaves were all supporting Augustus, the only great man who stood by their side, in their own ways.

As time went by, Quintus found Moon with a serious look:

"Sir, I estimate that the Romans will attack us in four or five days at most."

"Although we have accepted many fighters who have come to join us, this is not enough. Our gladiators are only good at fighting, not at combat!"

Moon kept looking at the sand table in front of him and said:

"There are a lot of slaves and gladiators coming to us these days, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"about how much?"

"Not many, because the Romans blocked the road, but the people who came were basically warriors they had already selected. I think, about 30,000 people?"

Moen nodded and said:

"Did they cause any trouble?"

Quintus smiled and said:
"Of course not, sir. They are all warriors gathered for a noble cause. They just want to prove themselves now because they did not participate in the Agas Rebellion."

Moen turned around and smiled:

"That's easy. There will be something that will allow them to prove themselves soon."

"What sir?"

Moon pointed to the sand table in front of him and said:
"Why do you think I chose Agas?"

Quintus said tentatively:

"Because this is the largest competitive city?"

Moen shook his head and smiled:
"It's more than that."

Quintus scratched his head and said:
"Sir, please speak frankly."

Only then did Moon mark a not-so-obvious mountain on the sand table.

"The original name of the city of Agas was not Agas, but Asgard. In the Age of Gods ruled by the eldest sons, this name meant the place where the gods ruled."

"It comes from an eldest son, but as time goes by, I think no one knows it now."

"And those who have forgotten even this have probably long forgotten that the Temple of Mourning is in Asgard."

Quintus' eyes widened instantly and said:
"The legendary mourning temple where the holy sword is kept?!"

"Yes, it is the memorial temple that was built by the eldest son and where the holy sword is stored."

Moon leaned on the sand table and spoke this matter quietly.

This was a card he had prepared long ago but had never used.

I didn't expect that I would have to use it now.

"Gather those 30,000 people to guard and excavate the temple. The location is this nameless mountain."

Quintus couldn't help but look at the mountain that Morn had marked.

It was indeed an unnamed mountain, and on the Roman military sand table it was simply referred to as Lonely Mountain No. 3.

Because it is far away from the city, there is nothing special about it and it can barely be considered a mountain.

But now, it represents the slaves' hope of a comeback!

A legacy from the Age of Gods!
But immediately, Quintus frowned and said:

"If they want to dig up the ruins, they will definitely not be able to hide it from the Romans, so they will probably attack us right away?"

“Do you want to dig secretly?”

Moon asked back:
"But in that case, will there be enough time?"

Quintus immediately said disappointedly:

"Not enough, sir."

"Just go ahead and bring as many people as you can."

Quintus looked up blankly and asked:
"But, my lord, how can we guard against their attacks?"

Moon smiled mysteriously and said:

"They won't attack. They will just wait patiently for us to finish excavating the ruins!"

Quintus said in disbelief:

"My lord, it may be possible in your time, but the Romans today do not have the so-called chivalry."

Moen said confidently:
"That's why they don't come."

(End of this chapter)