Huh? Are they all real?...

After a moment, he said to Quintus:

"There are seventeen cities along the way. How many gladiators do you think we can acquire?"

"Tens of thousands is the minimum. But if the number is too large, even if many people have forgotten the uprising thirteen years ago, it will definitely arouse suspicion and concern."

Once the serious business was discussed, Quintus instantly recovered.

At the same time, he also said seriously:

"Now that you have truly returned, you can simply summon the army. Emperors have been emphasizing Augustus's greatness in every aspect in order to strengthen the legitimacy of their power and the nobility of their bloodline."

"The military is of paramount importance; many soldiers joined us thirteen years ago because of this. Your situation should be simpler."

Moen laughed:

"People only remember the name Augustus. The power and prestige of this name were added by successive emperors."

"In fact, I am just an unknown person who has been gone for three eras."

This answer left Quintus somewhat disappointed. Could it be that even the real Augustus couldn't do anything about it?

But Moen quickly added:

"However, as long as we demonstrate our achievements and gain recognition, I believe everything will fall into place."

Moen planned to snowball the problem. Given his status and the situation in the Old World, once he pushed the snowball down, everything would fall into place.

He carefully reviewed the records of the uprising thirteen years ago and found that there were still people, and many people, who wanted to make a change.

It's just that no one has stepped forward to draw back the curtain.

Otherwise, that great rebellion would not have swept across the entire Old World.

Therefore, the hero from thirteen years ago didn't leave Moen with a bunch of problems related to the uprising. Instead, he let Moen know that there were still many people who hoped for change.

The only problem now is how he can get the initial snowball rolling.

After a brief thought.

Moen laughed:

"When we arrive in the next city, we'll go on a buying spree, and then tell everyone we can reach that we're going to host the largest gladiator tournament in history in Argas, the largest arena in the south!"

Quintus asked seriously:

"But will they believe it?"

After giving a mysterious smile, Moen opened the box behind him.

It was filled with ribbons, the most conspicuous of which were two Tyre purple ribbons:

"So you need to deliver these sashes to those adults who lack nothing but things that further highlight their status."

Quintus, himself a nobleman and ruler, immediately laughed.

He laughed happily.

He knew all too well the allure of these things to the nobility.

Now I finally understand why Moen insisted on exchanging the precious Tyre Purple Ribbon for this first batch of gladiators.

Moen wanted Rome to know that Augustus's sash had been brought back.

What will happen then?

The venue owner, who has been eagerly awaiting a suitable gift, will surely present the sash immediately.

Soon, all of Rome would know that someone possessed Augustus's sash.

And he stared with increasing envy at the sash of Augustus that had been presented to him.

So what would happen if, at this point, that generous guest came to visit again and presented the gift that he had always coveted?

Of course, we'll give them the green light all the way!

And the best part is that before Moen reveals who he is, no one would be crazy enough to think he is the return of Augustus.

They would only feel that this was a long-awaited feast.

While continuously making way for them, we will also work harder to help them expand their influence.

But once Moen launches a rebellion, all of this will become a reason for Moen's reputation to rise.

Furthermore, people will discover a previous blind spot—only Augustus himself could produce so many Augustus ribbons!

"My lord, rest assured, I will take care of everything!"

Everything went exactly as Moen had predicted.

When I saw that gleaming Augustus's sash.

No ruler made things difficult for Moen.

After happily seeing off Moen and a large number of gladiators.

They would immediately put on the incomparably noble Augustine sash, and then stand in front of the full-length mirror to admire their own tall and noble figures.

It was as if they were Augustus reborn.

And there's another point that greatly exceeded Moen's expectations.

That is, the nobles who received the sash felt they needed a grand gladiatorial contest to celebrate.

Therefore, Moen did not obtain a large number of gladiators, but rather a huge number of gladiators, as well as food and weapons!

Especially when Moen sent out the second Tyre purple ribbon, he directly received a large amount of military equipment that would theoretically never be distributed to slaves.

The general in charge of the entire southern part of the empire stated directly that he wanted to see a unique gladiator competition.

Furthermore, the arena for the gladiatorial combat was immediately designated as the venue for the ten-thousand-player arena outside Kargath.

He wanted to see gladiators use Rome's war machine to fight each other to the death.

This has never happened before, so it must be something new!

However, he did not hand it over directly to Moen, but instead sent an additional army to accompany and guard the weapons.

These heavy weapons will only be given to Moen's gladiators on the day of the gladiatorial match.

But what's the difference between this and giving it to someone directly?

It's just one more step in the process.

-

While the Eastern Roman Empire was busily preparing for the greatest gladiatorial contest in history.

In the Roman Empire of Pompeii in the south.

Even the Romans, who were accustomed to the existence of slavery, avoided the city of Quega in the southwest.

Because that was Pompeii, the largest slave factory in the Roman Empire.

Thousands of factories and nearly a million female slaves are imprisoned here year-round, constantly producing new slaves to fuel the empire's operation.

I've heard that not to mention the slaves produced every day, even the slaves lost due to accidents every day would be enough to pile up into a small mountain.

What's strange is that such a large production capacity, accumulated over many years, should have far exceeded the slave needs of the Old World.

After all, a slave has a lifespan of several years or even decades.

But the number of slaves never increased.

Some people guessed the answer, but everyone pretended not to know.

Saying it could be fatal!

But today is a little different.

Everyone saw the burning city of Quega, the flames so intense they illuminated almost the entire night.

It is said that the city of Quega, which is garrisoned with hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers, has been attacked.

Moreover, it was a devastating and overwhelming attack.

The soldiers fled in disarray from the collapsed fortress.

The officer in charge of leading them also abandoned control and followed them around like headless flies through the burning city of Quega.

The attacking enemy is too powerful.

They tried to resist, but their offensive was almost instantly crushed.

After witnessing thousands of soldiers vanish before their very eyes, this supposedly elite Roman army collapsed instantly.

demon!

The real demons are attacking!

That's definitely a demon that just crawled out of the abyss!

The chilling feeling, as if they had fallen into an abyss, still lingers around them to this day.

Despite the raging flames right next to them, they felt no warmth whatsoever; instead, they felt an ever-chilling cold.

They no longer had any other thoughts but wanted to escape this increasingly infamous den of iniquity as quickly as possible.

Amid the soldiers' panic, they witnessed the collapse of the city's largest tower.

This made them even more desperate.

There are no angels stationed in Quega, and there are very few angels in the entire Old World.

However, Quega City is home to three demigods and possesses a first-level sealed artifact that is very high in the sequence.

They had previously witnessed two demigods being directly faded and melted by the enemy.

And now, the tower where the last and strongest demigod resided has collapsed.

Doesn't that mean that even Sequence 3, which possesses a powerful sealed artifact, would lose?

But how long has it been?

It hasn't even been half an hour!

The already devastated soldiers became even more desperate.

On the ruins of the tower, a saint, half of whose body had faded to black and white, was crawling on the ground in a sorry state.

Fear, confusion, and anger were his only emotions at that moment.

Behind him, whom he was desperately trying to get away from, was a witch dressed in a black evening gown, or rather, mourning clothes.

The other person wore the same deep veil, preventing this Sequence Three Saint from seeing her appearance and emotions.

However, his distinctive attire and exaggerated strength immediately made him realize who the other person was.

He still remembered the scene of their recent encounter; he stood atop the tower, trying to snipe his opponent.

But the black-clad witch floated right in front of him.

Then the tower collapsed, and he was defeated instantly.

After climbing for a long time without making much progress, the demigod glanced at the sealed artifact 1-177 in his hand.

This is a crossbow, a crossbow that costs 777 lives for each use, a very high price to pay, but for this slave factory.

Human life is the cheapest thing.

His favorite thing to do was to use this crossbow to shoot at the fortified walls outside the city.

His favorite scene was one of boulders breaking apart and mountains collapsing.

He didn't care about the slaves who died as a result.

This was not only his favorite program, but also the soldiers' favorite program.

Even military officers often came to borrow it.

He agreed to all of them.

They were also pleasantly surprised to find that newly pregnant women could be counted as two people, whereas they had initially thought that women had to be at least five or six months pregnant.

However, now, this seal they usually cherish most has completely faded and become ineffective, just like half of his body.

In terror, he threw away the faded crossbow, and then, filled with anger, fear, and confusion, questioned the witch before him:

"Why?!"