Huh? Are they all real?

The gladiator continued to dance with his sword and said:

"I just chose what a Roman should do, that is, to be loyal to my eternal emperor!"

The Eastern Roman emperor on the towering airship clapped his hands happily.

Quintus knew that it was useless to say more, 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, and then said to Quintus:

"Your Majesty the Emperor gave me a better future. Why do you think I followed you? To save those slaves who should have been trampled underfoot?"

"Don't joke!"

The gladiator suddenly pointed his sword at Quintus and said:

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

" But in the end, you and your Spataco destroyed everything for me. It was nothing, because I thought I could become a big shot faster by following you. "

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

"It caused me to become a slave again, and it has been thirteen years."

"Then you, the damn guy, appeared 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 also understood what the other party meant.

He has never changed from beginning to end. He has always been working for himself.

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

It's just that now, the Roman emperor offered a better price.

But Quintus couldn't help asking:

"How can you be sure that your emperor won't go back on his word?"

The gladiator smiled and said:

"His 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 forgive all my crimes!"

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

As the conversation between the two of them continued, several Roman emperors on the airship finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Okay, it's time to end it all. Kill him, and we still have to go to the great mourning temple to have a look."

As he said, he also smiled:

"But it's just right. When the temple that was originally a place to mourn the dead was re-opened, it actually witnessed countless deaths."

The gladiator looked at his emperor.

The other party also nodded.

He stopped dancing with his sword.

He turned and looked at Quintus with his hand in his hand.

"It's a pity, you deserve to die!"

"Damn you and this corrupt and degenerate Rome!"

Quintus, who knew the gap between him and his opponent, shouted this sentence and rushed towards the opponent.

He planned to take advantage of the attack.

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

They couldn't win, which was known to everyone.

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

The opponent also knew their thoughts, but he was not afraid at all, he was once the champion of several cities.

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

My God, a person who didn't know how to hold a sword actually took a long sword.

How could such a person kill him?

After taking the short sword handed by his companion.

He slid on his knees, and with just a simple tilt of his head and a swing of the sword, he avoided the opponent's sword that swung over his head, and directly killed two gladiators who were going to attack him.

After getting up, he danced a sword flower again, and then blocked, swung, and chopped to kill the last gladiator.

It was not until this moment that the sound of the two gladiators falling to the ground came from behind him.

Three gladiators who were also well-known died so easily at his hands.

But the death of his companions who rushed over first did not stop Quintus, nor did it stop the slaves behind Quintus.

They were no longer afraid of death.

Looking at Quintus who was still rushing, the gladiator smiled and kept dancing with sword flowers.

His reputation was basically gained by his calmness.

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

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

Just raising the sword at a subtle moment, Quintus was pierced through the chest by him as if he had taken the initiative to bump into him.

Quintus felt extremely painful, but did not stop. He grabbed the back of the other party's sword that pierced his body, and then raised his short sword and swung it towards the other party's neck.

But this idea had long been seen through by the gladiator Barry, who struck at a tricky angle.

Barry's dagger chopped off his elbow to block his attack.

This was his favorite parry, which could not only block the opponent's attack, but also make the opponent extremely painful, and the opponent would either withdraw or break his hand.

This was a special skill that the audience would always shout with excitement when he used it.

But this time, something unexpected happened.

Not only did Quintus not stop, he clamped Barley's dagger forcefully.

"Do it!"

The moment Quintus roared, Barry understood what he was thinking - the last slave!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the long sword that he laughed at pierced out of Quintus's chest and inserted into Barry's chest.

Quintus smiled, even if he was dead, he still smiled happily.

It was actually replaced!

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

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

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

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

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

Even though he killed both Quintus.

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

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

He couldn't believe his defeat and couldn't accept his death.

He could only place his hopes on the Romans.

At the same time, the Roman airship above them also landed, which gave him unlimited hope.

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

"Your Majesty, help me!"

But the emperors showed no reaction to this.

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

Just a slave gladiator.

Obviously dead is best.

But it's a pity that Barry didn't reflect this until now.

He could only die in a worthless way with dissatisfaction in the laughter of his companions.

After experiencing this episode that was extremely important to the parties involved, but of little significance to Rome and the emperors.

The emperors finally arrived at the entrance to the ruins and stood in front of Augustus.

They had thought about a lot before standing here.

Such as laughing loudly at the stupid death of this so-called Lord of the World.

Such as pretending to commemorate the tragic death of the founder of Rome.

For example, he righteously rebuked the other party for daring to impersonate the great Lord of Rome.

But when they actually stood here, they were surprised.

I was actually so excited that I couldn't speak.

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

Recreating the greatest miracle in the lives of their respective ancestors!

They only felt that their whole bodies were shaking at this moment.

The man who made all the gods and kings bow their heads in the past was defeated by himself!

After taking several deep breaths in succession, the Eastern Roman Emperor eagerly stretched out his hand towards the blood ribbon.

This is the best loot ever!

The highest honor he could never encounter in his life!

All he could see at the moment was this bloody ribbon.

Get it, gotta get it!

This was also the only action he could make in such a huge excitement.

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

The other emperors also grabbed the ribbons.

The five emperors were stunned.

The next moment, they were all punching and kicking each other to drive them away.

They all want to monopolize this highest honor.

The dignified emperor actually turned into a street gangster at this moment.

But no one, including them, thought there was anything wrong with it.

Because the things they are fighting for have such value.

Finally, Emperor Dongluo kicked away the last obstructionist.

He is extremely anxious to collect his treasure.

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

He can't afford this ribbon.

Even after pulling hard, it still remains the same.

It was as if Augustus' corpse was as heavy as a mountain and he couldn't shake it.

The other emperors have crawled back like dogs, fighting with him again for this ribbon stained with the blood of their own people.

And then they discovered this too.

Not only were they unable to pick up the ribbon, they were unable even to push Augustus' body.

This slowly changed their expressions.

Something might be going on.

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

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

Greed and stupidity are on full display at this moment.

But soon, they let go, not because they discovered their stupidity.

It was because they could not understand that the ribbons in their hands and Augustus in front of them all turned into dust.

The treasures from before are now only the sand that has been blown away by the wind.

The Roman soldiers and slaves behind them also exclaimed and saw that among the countless corpses, many of their corpses turned into rocks and dissipated.

The emperors stood up incomprehensibly, but when they raised their heads, they fell backwards in horror.

Because in front of the unreachable and profound temple door.

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

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

Is this a screening? !

In a brief glance, the emperors understood everything.

Their assassinations and instigations were just tools for the other party to select true followers.

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

The oppressive feeling that even the demigods could not describe, which was almost like that of gods, finally made the emperors feel it firsthand.

In fear, they fell to the ground and could no longer care about their image and slid back again and again.

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

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

Around them, countless Roman soldiers were lining up to prepare for battle, and the slaves who participated in the rebellion were fleeing in fear.

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

They used to be unable to understand why the demigod was so afraid, but now they understand, because this kind of fear is really incomprehensible!

Although their legs were shaking, the emperors still tried to stay calm:

"Don't be afraid, he must be just a phantom of the dead who borrowed the cathedral. Look, he can't even get out! Don't be afraid of him!"

The soldiers didn't wait for the emperors to cheer them up.

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

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

But this time, they were not afraid and confused, but full of confidence.

Augustus's light foot almost crushed their courage.

Everyone suddenly retreated countless times.

The emperors were also terrified.

But they couldn't let Augustus destroy their army so easily.

They continued to shout:

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

The emperors even forgot to continue to claim that this was just a fake person.

But the soldiers did summon up the courage to step forward again.

This made the emperor, the nobles and the Roman soldiers regain countless spirits.

Yes, this is just a mortal, so what if he is alive?

Just keep killing him!

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

Not from the side, but from the sky.

That was the sneer of the gods and kings who had been watching.

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

Augustus Julius himself, who had already raised his head, looked at the decadent and fallen Rome with cold eyes and said:

"Rome, feel the anger!"

The first to understand the reason for the anger were the airships in the sky. When they saw everything, they were the first to flee, leaving their emperor behind and fleeing.

Then came the slaves who were still in the excavation site. They also saw the answer. They also ran away, completely bursting out at the fastest speed in their lives for the sake of survival.

The last were the Roman guards and emperors who did not have enough vision under the excavation site.

The neat 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 giant shields they held.

And behind Augustus, the people who felt the neat footsteps behind him 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 costumes were almost exactly the same.

But everyone understood that these were two completely different armies.

They were the army of the Roman Empire.

And the Augustus Honorary Army of the Holy Roman Republic!

The Temple of the Dead 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 save the eldest son.

But now, she may have finally redeemed herself.