Chapter 247 Rome, feel the wrath! (4k)

The gladiator continued to dance with his sword and said:
"I just chose to do what I should do as a Roman, which is to be loyal to my eternal emperor!"

The Eastern Luo Emperor on the towering airship clapped his hands happily.

Quintus knew that it was useless to say more, as this group of people simply could not understand what he and Lord Augustus were pursuing.

So Quintus asked the previous question again:

"Why you?"

The gladiator glanced at the emperor on the platform before speaking to Quintus:
"Your Majesty the Emperor has given me a better future. Why do you think I followed you? To save those slaves who should have been trampled underfoot?"

"Do not make jokes!"

The gladiator suddenly pointed his sword at Quintus and said:

"Thirteen years ago, I was almost able to collect enough ransom to become a Roman citizen. With my reputation and my ability, I will soon be able to live the life I have always dreamed of!"

"But in the end, you and your Spataco ruined everything for me. Originally, this was nothing, because I thought that following you might help me become a big shot faster."

"It's just risking your life. There's no difference between risking your life in the arena and risking your life on the battlefield, but you bastards lost completely!"

"It caused me to continue to be a slave, and this has lasted for thirteen years."

"Then you, the damn guy, showed up again. I admit that I did want to follow you at first. After all, it's the same sentence, but."

The gladiator gestured to the emperors above his head.

Quintus then understood what the other party meant.

He has never changed. He has always been working hard for himself.

It was like this with Spataco and it was like this with Augustus.

Only now, the Roman emperor offered a better price.

But Quintus couldn't help asking:
"How can you be sure that your emperor will not go back on his word?"

The gladiator laughed:
"Your Majesty the Emperor swore in the name of the Lionheart and the Storm Goddess Denise that as long as I kill Augustus, I will be the governor of Rome, and he will pardon all my crimes!"

It is obvious who is more intolerable between a pawn who killed the general and Augustus who could completely overthrow Rome.

As their conversation continued, some of the Roman emperors on the airship finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Well, it's time to end this. Kill him. We still have to go to the great Cathedral of Mourning."

As he said this, he also smiled:

"But it's just right. When the temple, which was originally used to commemorate the dead, was reopened, it actually witnessed countless deaths."

The gladiator looked at his emperor.

The other party also nodded.

Only then did he stop his sword dance.

He turned and looked at Quintus with his forehand.

"I'm sorry, but you deserve to die!"

"Damn you and this corrupt and degenerate Rome!"

Knowing the gap between himself and his opponent, Quintus rushed directly towards the opponent after shouting this sentence.

He planned to gain a slight advantage by launching a sudden attack.

At the same time, the last few followers of Augustus behind Quintus also followed.

They couldn't win, and everyone knew it.

So they just wanted to kill the traitor who stabbed the first sword!

The other party also knew what they were thinking, but he was not afraid at all. He had once been the champion of several cities.

A noble who only knew how to use a sword, two or three trash who could barely be considered gladiators, and a slave with a long sword who was not even trash.

Oh my god, someone who doesn’t know how to hold a sword actually picked up a long sword.

How could such a person kill him?

After taking the dagger handed over by his companion.

He knelt and slid, and with just a quick turn of his head and a swing of the sword, he not only dodged the opponent's sword that was swinging over his head, but also directly killed two gladiators who were planning to attack him.

After standing up, he danced with the sword again, then blocked, swung, and chopped to kill the last gladiator.

Even until this moment, he heard the sound of the two gladiators falling to the ground behind him.

Three gladiators who were also somewhat famous died so easily at his hands.

But the death of the companion who rushed forward first did not stop Quintus, nor did it stop even the slaves behind Quintus.

They are no longer afraid of death.

Looking at Quintus who was still rushing towards him, the gladiator smiled and danced with his sword.

His reputation is basically based on his calmness.

So many Romans liked to call him Bali, the leisurely sword dancer.

When Quintus approached and raised his hand, he knew what the other person was thinking.

He just raised the sword at a delicate moment, and Quintus was pierced through the chest as if he had bumped into him on his own initiative.

Quintus felt great pain, but did not stop. He grabbed the opponent's sword that was stabbing into his body, then raised his dagger and swung it towards the opponent's neck.

But this idea had long been seen through by the gladiator Barry, who drew his sword at another tricky angle.

Barry's dagger hit his elbow to block the attack.

This was his favorite parry, which could not only block the opponent's attack, but also cause the opponent to suffer great pain, forcing the opponent to either give up or have his arm broken.

It is his unique skill that the audience always screams with excitement every time he uses it.

But this time, something happened that he did not expect.

Not only did Quintus not stop, he clamped Barry's dagger with force.

"Do it!"

The moment Quintus roared, Barry understood what he was thinking - the last slave!
Almost in a flash, the long sword that he had been mocking pierced through Quintus' chest and pierced into Barry's chest.

Quintus laughed, even though he was going to die, he still laughed happily.

It was actually replaced!
Looking at the sword piercing his chest, Barry was stunned for a moment before he burst out with a powerful brute force that he had never used before.

The two daggers in his hands almost instantly tore into pieces Quintus' body and the last slave behind him.

He is a mid-sequence transcendent, and this is his true strength.

He had been teasing the other party before because he was confident that nothing would happen to him.

But now, he finally paid the price for his self-confidence.

Even though he killed Quintus and the other two.

But the result of the blade piercing his chest would not change at all.

He could only kneel on the ground, covering his chest, after tearing the enemy to pieces.

He couldn't believe his defeat, nor could he accept his own death.

He could only place his hopes on the Romans.

At the same time, the Roman airship above their heads also landed, which gave him infinite hope.

Relying on his extraordinary physique, he held on until the emperors came down.

"Your Majesty, save me!"

But the emperors had no reaction to this.

He was even kicked aside by the emperor's guards.

Just a slave gladiator.

Obviously death is best.

But unfortunately, Barry didn't realize this until this moment.

He could only die in a worthless way with resentment amid the secret joy of his companions.

After experiencing this little episode which was extremely important to the parties involved but had no significance to Rome and the emperors.

The emperors finally arrived at the entrance of the ruins and stood before Augustus.

Before standing here, they had imagined a lot.

For example, laugh loudly at the stupid death of the so-called Lord of the World.

For example, pretending to commemorate the unfortunate death of the founder of Rome. For example, righteously rebuking the other party for daring to pretend to be the great Lord of Rome.

But when they really stood here, they were surprised to find out.

I was so excited that I couldn't speak.

They defeated the real Rome and killed the returning Lord of the World.

Replicated the greatest miracle in the lives of their ancestors!

They only felt that their whole body was shaking at this moment.

The man who made the gods and kings bow their heads was defeated by himself!
After taking several deep breaths, the Eastern Roman Emperor reached out to the bloody ribbon impatiently.

This is the best loot!
The highest honor he could never encounter in his life!

At this moment, all he could see was the bloody ribbon.

Get it, gotta get it!
This was the only action he could make in such great excitement.

But what he didn't expect was when he grabbed the bloody ribbon.

The other emperors also seized the sash.

The five emperors were all stunned.

The next moment, they all punched and kicked each other, trying to drive each other away.

They all want to monopolize this highest honor.

The emperor actually turned into a street hooligan at this moment.

But no one, including them, felt that there was no problem.

Because the thing they are fighting for is of such value.

Finally, the Eastern Roman Emperor kicked away the last troublemaker.

He was extremely anxious to collect his treasure.

It was not until this moment that he discovered a problem that he had never discovered before.

He couldn't lift the ribbon.

I pulled hard but it still didn't work.

It was as if Augustus's corpse was as heavy as a mountain and he could not move it.

The other emperors had already crawled back like dogs, fighting with him again for the ribbon that was stained with the blood of their own people.

And then they discovered that, too.

Not only were they unable to lift the sash, they were unable to even move Augustus' body.

This slowly changed their expressions.

Something might happen.

This was the unified idea of ​​the five emperors.

But the funny thing is that although they all thought of this, they were all eagerly waiting for the other party to realize that something was wrong and let go.

Greed and stupidity were fully demonstrated at this moment.

But soon, they just let go, not because they realized their own stupidity.

It was because they found it incomprehensible that the ribbon in their hands and Augustus in front of them all turned into dust.

The treasures of the past are now only sand blown away by the wind.

The Roman soldiers and slaves behind them also screamed in amazement as they saw that among the countless corpses, many people's bodies turned into rocks and soil and disappeared.

The emperors stood up in confusion, but fell backwards in horror the moment they raised their heads.

Because in front of the door of that unreachable deep temple.

Augustus, wearing a bloody ribbon, was looking at all of them coldly.

Behind Augustus were Quintus and others who were constantly feeling their bodies.

Is this a screening?!

In a brief glance, the emperors understood everything.

Their assassinations and instigations are just tools used by the other party to screen out true followers.

Augustus also could not see through people's hearts, but he knew how to use people's hearts better than them.

The emperors finally experienced the oppressive feeling that was almost god-like and that even demigods could not describe.

In fear, they fell to the ground and slid backwards without caring about their image.

It was not until they had climbed hundreds of meters and returned to their army that they remembered that they could get up.

With the help of the generals, the emperors finally stood up.

Around them, countless Roman soldiers were standing in formation, preparing for battle, while the slaves who had participated in the rebellion were fleeing in terror.

Looking at the figure who stood up again, the emperors' legs were shaking.

They once couldn't understand why the demigod was so fearful, but now they understood, because this kind of fear was truly incomprehensible!

Although their legs were trembling, the emperors still tried to remain calm:
"Don't be afraid, he must be just a phantom of the dead who borrowed the temple. Look, he can't even get out! Don't be afraid of him!"

Without waiting for the soldiers to take courage from the emperors’ encouragement.

Everyone saw Augustus walk out of the church and step on the scarlet soil.

Behind Augustus, Quintus and others, who finally discovered that they were not dead, followed Augustus again.

But this time, they were no longer afraid or confused, but full of confidence.

Augustus's gentle kick almost crushed their courage.

Everyone suddenly retreated backwards.

The emperors were also so frightened that their eyes widened.

But they could not allow Augustus to destroy their army so easily.

They continued to chant:
"Don't be afraid. Even so, they are just a group of slaves and mortals. They don't even have weapons. Pick up weapons and kill them!"

"My ancestors, if your ancestors were able to kill him back then, they can do so now!"

The emperors even forgot to continue claiming that he was just an impostor.

But the soldiers did summon up their courage again and move forward.

This restored a lot of morale to the emperor, nobles and Roman soldiers.

Yes, he is just a mortal. So what if he is alive?
Just keep killing!

It was also at this time that they heard countless sneers.

Not from beside, but from the sky.

That was the ridicule of the gods and kings who had been watching from the sidelines.

However, what they were sneering at was not Augustus, but the still stupid Rome.

Augustus Julius himself had already raised his head and looked coldly at the decadent and corrupt Rome.
"Rome, feel the wrath!"

The first to understand the reason for the anger were the group of airships in the sky. When they saw everything, they were the first to flee, abandoning their emperor and running away.

Next came the slaves who were still at the excavation site. They also saw the answer and ran away, running at the fastest speed in their lives just to survive.

Finally, there are the Roman guards and emperors who were underground at the excavation site and did not have sufficient vision.

The sound of orderly footsteps came from all directions, and when they saw the real owner, it was too late.

The entire excavation site was neatly surrounded by the huge shields they held.

Behind Augustus, the people who felt the orderly footsteps behind them also took the initiative to make way, and then looked at the Roman army holding the eagle flag with different expressions.

Even after three eras, the attire is almost exactly the same.

But everyone understands that these are two completely different armies.

They were the troops of the Roman Empire.

And the Army of Honor of Augustus of the Holy Roman Republic!
The Memorial Temple is a temple to mourn the dead and also a temple to remember the dead. The goddess, the only one among the eldest sons who represents mercy and salvation, shed her tears here and left a miracle of resurrection.

But unfortunately, even the eldest son could not be saved.

But now, she may have finally redeemed herself.

(End of this chapter)