Huh? Are they all real?...

He didn't believe the other party really intended to kill the card he had worked so hard to get.

He knew he couldn't really have an easy time, but since he wouldn't die and wouldn't have an easy time either, why should he grovel?

The gladiator sheathed his sword again, and his sinister grin filled almost the entire tent.

Moen sighed and said:

"Don't overthink it, my meaning is very clear: kill him, and then please cut off his head for me. I'm not very good with a sword, and it's difficult for me to cut a person's neck bone directly."

The gladiator holding the general was still unsure whether Moen really intended to kill him or just wanted to scare him into cooperating.

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

Moen responded calmly to this:

"Don't overthink it, it means exactly what it says. Please. If you're any slower, he'll bleed to death first."

This time, it was the general's turn to be stunned. No, are they really going to kill me?

I'm your biggest star!

are you crazy?

Realizing he was truly about to bleed to death and that the man was serious, the general visibly panicked. He hurriedly knelt on the ground, waving his hands repeatedly and saying:

“I agree, I’ll do it right away and have the northern troops withdraw. I’ll give the order immediately, and I’ll also have the troops on the other two sides withdraw.”

Moen shook his head and said:

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

The gladiator was overjoyed and immediately pressed down on the general's head, preparing to find a good angle to cut out a beautiful skull.

"Wait! Wait! I know a lot of people, I know a lot about the army's deployment, don't kill me, I'm really useful!"

"Wait!"

The blade, which had already touched the opponent's flesh, stopped abruptly, and the general thought that the opponent had spared him.

But before he could even feel the joy of surviving a disaster and the arrogance of regaining confidence, he was left to fend for himself.

He then heard an even more unbelievable sound:

"Could you control the direction of the bleeding when he's beheaded? I want to use his blood to stain his sash."

Both the general and the gladiator were stunned. After a long while, the gladiator finally spoke:

"I can, sir, but why?"

Moen calmly looked at the general and the Tyrian purple sash on his body and said:

"I brought Rome, and I brought sin with me, so it is time to wash away my sins with blood."

Tyro purple is a color that became popular because Moen liked it.

But now, Moen thinks Rome should be adored in a different color.

He brings it, and he will change it.

He will correct the mistakes he left behind.

Knowing he couldn't survive, the general finally snapped. He cursed:

"What makes you think you brought Rome to us? Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a clown trying to emulate Spataco! You!"

The general's voice abruptly stopped.

Because in the turning of the Ring, he saw Augustus walk from history back into reality.

The Augustusian purple ribbon, which should have disappeared long ago but has reappeared.

Augustus has really returned?!

But he had no time to think any further, because this time the sharp blade pierced his neck without hesitation or obstruction.

The blood didn't actually spurt out; instead, it flowed down his body and stained the Tyrian purple sash that symbolized nobility and extravagance.

The only pity is that, in order to accomplish this, the gladiator was unable to cut off a clean head.

This is an atrocity, an undisputed atrocity.

But it is so fitting when applied to these Roman nobles.

Looking at the headless corpse lying on the ground.

Augustus Julius reached out and removed the blood-stained ribbon.

He slowly put it on his body.

There were no laurels, no thrones, no cheers.

All that remained were a few gladiators who knew no manners, a slave stripped of all his status, and a sash stained with the blood of his enemies.

This is the whole story of Augustus Julius's announcement of his return.

It is very suitable for ordinary people, and also very suitable for world rulers who are preparing to rebuild Rome.

Because all he had was the lower class, slaves, and blood and fire!

Moen took the general's terrified head, which had finally come to its senses.

He quietly walked out of his tent.

The area outside was already crowded with gladiators who had rushed over after hearing the commotion.

They all stared in disbelief at the great figure who had stepped down from the murals and pedestal.

And they stared in near horror at the grotesque thing that the great man was carrying.

But as Moen walked up a hill that was neither too high nor too low, and raised the slave owner's head high in front of the crowd...

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

They realized the truth.

We also look forward to the truth.

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

Augustus, draped in a blood-red sash, addressed his followers:

"I am Augustus Julius, and I have returned to rebuild Rome. So, who will join me in saving this fallen continent?"

Moen was met with countless gladiators raising their swords!

Chapter 241 Rome, I have returned! (6k)

In the northern stands of the Colosseum, although the competition had not yet begun, spectators from all over the Eastern Roman Empire had already arrived early.

Because this is the largest gladiatorial combat in history.

Therefore, not only did Roman nobles arrive in advance, but it also attracted many nobles from other parts of the Roman Empire.

In the stands, the powerful and wealthy were discussing the upcoming grand finale.

They also chatted about their friendships.

Such a grand event is not just about enjoying gladiatorial combat; it is also a good place to connect with others and build relationships.

Connections between nobles, and feelings between men and women.

Such grand events are the easiest to heat up.

However, as the conversation went on, one of the nobles glanced at the time and suddenly had a suggestion:

"There's still an hour or two before it starts, so why don't we find some fun for ourselves first?"

The speaker was a local governor, whose power was not as great as that of the general who was beheaded by Moen, but not by much.

Therefore, his words attracted a great deal of attention.

The Roman nobles on the viewing platform all nodded in agreement.

"Your Excellency, do you have any good suggestions?"

Holding the eagle-horn goblet, he looked at the two slaves behind him and said:

"We've always watched gladiator fights, although I'm also very interested in the biggest gladiatorial match later."

"But don't you all want to see how ordinary slaves fight each other?"

These two short sentences caused the two high-ranking slaves behind him to lower their heads in fear.

They were lucky compared to most slaves because they had their own unique advantages that made their lives relatively easier.

Therefore, they are also more emotional.

The Roman nobles, however, suddenly felt a surge of anticipation:

“Governor, you are quite right, we are all looking forward to this. So, do you intend to send your slaves away?”

The governor looked at the other party strangely and smiled:

"What are you going down there for?"

"No amount of assistance can compare to seeing it up close, so guards, give them weapons!"

The guards immediately presented the two short swords.

The two slaves were so frightened that they knelt on the ground.

They never imagined they would encounter something like this.

After all, they are valuable and useful.

He even always felt that he was different from the other slaves.

In reality, however, in the eyes of the Roman nobles, a slave was always a slave.

No matter how valuable it is, it's still just an item that can be used at will.

"Master, we don't know how to fight at all. You won't get any pleasure from making us fight each other!"

"Yes, Master, please spare us! We've never learned how to fight. You still need me. I can observe the stars, and I can play music!"

Before they could finish speaking, the governor smashed his wine glass over one of their heads:

"Shut up!"

The authority emanating from the slave owner instantly terrified the two slaves, causing them to prostrate themselves in worship.

Even if someone hit his forehead and caused it to bleed profusely, he wouldn't dare to pay any attention to it.

The governor's voice continued:

"It's precisely because you guys can't fight that I find it interesting."

"So hurry up, only the one who survives is qualified to continue serving me!"

One of the slaves wanted to say something more.

But immediately, he saw his companion, whose head was bleeding, suddenly roar and pick up the short sword in front of him, stabbing it at him.

Caught off guard, he was fatally wounded by a single sword strike to the throat.

He could only cover his exposed neck and stare in disbelief at his companion who had suddenly attacked him.

He thought they had a good relationship!

As darkness fell upon his vision, the slave with a short sword stuck in his neck collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

He felt no fear, only excitement, when he personally killed the other party's slave.

He crawled quickly forward, lay on the ground, and grabbed the governor's ankle, saying:

"Master, I killed him! I killed him! I won! Can I continue to serve you now?"

The slaves believed they could survive by suddenly attacking and killing their companions.

In reality, he was met with cold indifference from the powerful and influential people around him.

They didn't think attacking their companions was shameful; they were simply disgusted that the other party hadn't shown them what they wanted to see.

What they wanted to see was two slaves who couldn't fight going head-to-head, not a battle where the outcome was decided in a single exchange.

The governor kicked the other man away and cursed: