Huh? Are they all real?

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

The Eastern Roman Empire in the north is 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 to add more seats and a larger venue.

So that enough dignitaries can watch this grand event.

In the wilderness not far from the Colosseum.

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

There is a Roman army in front, behind, and around them, just enough.

After what happened thirteen years ago, Rome is still on guard against gladiator riots, but it is just on guard.

Spataco, who dared to lead the slaves to rebel, had his head chopped off and hung on an airship to travel back and forth for several years.

Who else can continue to rebel?

Who else thinks that he is more qualified and possible to rebel against Rome than Spataco, who is recognized by almost all slaves as Augustus?

It's impossible that Augustus crawled out of the grave himself, right?

If that's the case, then as the descendants of sinners, they are really a little scared!

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

Spataco's rebellion only looks powerful, but it doesn't touch the root at all.

The fact that they were able to recover quickly from the rebellion that swept the continent thirteen years ago says it all.

So today's event, the Roman nobles were 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 could not use their powerful and advanced weapons at all, so that they staged 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 already put on the purple ribbon of Tyre laughed and hugged Moon:

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

Moen also smiled and hugged the general.

In the passionate embrace of the two.

The general did not let go and asked:

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

Moen smiled:

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

The general then let go of Moon and patted his shoulder and said:

"Then I am relieved, but is there anything I can do? Although time is running out, I think there is something I can do."

Moen nodded and said:

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

"Ha, what? I am happy to serve."

"I need you to order the withdrawal of the northern army and hand over the weapons controlled by the southern army to us."

The general waved his hand and smiled:

"That won't work. It's not time yet. I know you want the slaves outside to get used to the weapons they have never used, but the third and seventh legions have not arrived yet."

"You don't want to see any idiots foolishly wanting to learn Spataco, do you?"

As he spoke, the general seemed to have realized 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, he cut off the general's hand that wanted to draw the sword.

"Ah! Ah——! Guards, guards!"

The general retreated again and again, covering his broken hand.

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

Instead, several gladiators broke in with the soldiers' heads.

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

Absolutely reliable!

Looking at the wailing general, one of the gladiators who had half of his eyes dug out by Roman soldiers stepped forward and held the general's neck.

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

He looked at Moon in horror and said:

"Are you crazy? Spataco has lost, what's your reason?"

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

"Let the northern army get out of the way, and then immediately let the southern army deliver the weapons."

The general's face became paler and paler, which was a sign of excessive blood loss, but his mind was still clear.

"Don't even think about it. I must tell you that I not only transferred the two legions on the surface, but also added two additional legions. You and your slaves can't do anything!"

The gladiator who held his neck directly pressed the blade on him and cut his flesh and said:

"Then I will let you die first!"

The general was not afraid of this, but pressed his neck further and said:

"Then kill me, I am your biggest card! Do you dare to kill me?"

The gladiator's sword on his neck was also hurriedly withdrawn. The gladiator really didn't dare to kill this biggest card.

Although he was a mortal, he was the most powerful person in the southern part of the Eastern Roman Empire.

This made the general sneer even more fiercely:

"Look, you cowards!"

He was sure that these people didn't dare to really kill him.

So his words and actions became more and more fierce:

"Wait, wait until my adjutant finds out something is wrong, and you will immediately know the difference between the army and the slaves!"

"Gladiators? Just a group of slaves for our entertainment."

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

"Idiots who deserve to be cut to pieces."

The gladiators were angered by his disdain and curses, but they did not dare to take action.

Until Moen said calmly:

"Then kill him."

This sentence did not make the general stunned, but made the gladiators at a loss.

But some people immediately wanted to kill him, but the general straightened his neck more and more and leaned forward.

He didn't believe that the other party was really going to kill him for this hard-earned card.

He also knows that he can't really live well, but since he won't die and he won't live well, why should he grovel?

The gladiator also sheathed his sword again, which made his grin almost fill the entire tent.

Moen sighed and said:

"Don't think too much, my intention is very clear, kill him, and then please cut off his head for me. I am not very good at using a sword, and it is difficult to directly cut off a person's neck bone."

The gladiator holding the general was still not sure whether Morn really wanted to kill the general or wanted to scare the opponent so that he would cooperate.

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

Moen still said calmly:

"Don't think too much, literally. Please. If you go any slower, he will 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!

Crazy?

After realizing that he was really about to bleed to death and realized that this guy was serious, the general panicked visibly. He hurriedly knelt on the ground and waved his hands repeatedly and said:

"I agree, shall I do it now and ask the northern troops to withdraw? I will immediately give the order, ah, I will also withdraw the troops from the other two sides."

Moen shook his head and said:

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

The gladiator was overjoyed and held down the general's head. He was ready to find a good angle to cut out a beautiful head.

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

"Wait!"

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

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

Then he heard an even more unbelievable voice:

"Can you control the direction of the bleeding when he is beheaded? I want to use his blood to dye his ribbon red."

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

"I can, my lord, but why?"

Moen calmly looked at the general and the Tire purple ribbon on his body 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 Morn liked it.

But now, Moen feels that Roma should change their colors.

What He brought, He came to change.

The mistakes he made, he corrected.

The general, knowing that he could not survive, completely exploded. He cursed:

"Why do you say you brought Rome? Who do you think you are? You are just a clown who wants to imitate Spartaco! You!"

The general's voice stopped abruptly.

Because in the turning of the Lord of the Rings, he saw Augustus returning from history to reality.

The Purple Ribbon of Augustus of Tyre that supposedly disappeared long ago but reappeared?

Is Augustus really back? !

But it was too late for him to continue thinking about it, because this time the sharp blade penetrated his neck without any hesitation or hindrance.

The blood really didn't spurt but dyed the Tyrian purple ribbon red along his body, which represented nobility and luxury.

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

This is an atrocity, an undisputed atrocity.

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

Looking at the headless body lying on the ground.

Augustus Julius reached out and took off the blood ribbon.

He slowly put it on his body.

No laurels, no thrones, no cheers.

The only ones left were a few gladiators who didn't know the etiquette, a slave who had been stripped of all his identity, and a ribbon dyed red with the blood of the enemy.

That was all it took to announce the return of Augustus Julius.

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

Because the only thing he has is the bottom class, slaves, and blood and fire!

Morn took over the general's frightened head that finally came to his senses.

Quietly walked out of his tent.

The gladiators outside were already surrounded by gladiators who came after hearing the noise.

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

And looking at the hideous thing carried by this great man with almost horror.

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

The gladiators no longer panicked, they only felt their blood boiling.

They realize the truth.

Also looking forward to the truth.

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

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

"I am Augustus Julius, and I am back to rebuild Rome. So, who is willing to join me in saving this fallen continent?"

In response to Moon, countless gladiators raised their swords!