Huh? Are they all real?...

Despite being nearly exhausted, he still did his best to bow and greet the dignitaries.

From that point on, he wanted to step down.

But the governor's voice rang out again, instantly throwing him back from heaven to hell.

"I don't recall saying we were going to stop here, did I?"

The burly man looked at the governor as if he had fallen into an abyss.

The other party stood high above, bathed in sunlight. At this moment, the governor should have been radiant and glorious, but the burly man only felt that his eyes were full of cold smiles.

"My lord, but the gladiatorial combat is about to begin."

"Then we must continue! I've specially prepared an opponent for you."

Amidst the amusement of the powerful and wealthy, the burly man saw a female slave, half of whose face had been burned off, timidly emerge from the crowd.

"Elia!"

The burly man fell silent instantly.

This is his own sister. Even the half of her face that was burned off was burned by her master because of him.

The governor had already risen; he was going to greet Moen.

But as he passed the burly man, the governor remarked with a hint of amusement:

"Only one of you can live."

In that instant, the burly man wanted to immediately swing his sword and chop off his head, but as soon as he turned around, he saw the guards who were also sneering.

They've been waiting for me all along!

Moreover, this is a high-ranking nobleman; heaven knows how many life-saving gadgets he carries.

So the burly man immediately lowered his head:

"Yes, my lord."

The burly man walked dejectedly toward his younger sister.

The governor longed to turn back and see the result, but in the end he walked to the front of the stage, looked down at the tens of thousands of gladiators below, and shouted:

"Where are my friends? By the way, is General Galli with my friends too?"

No one responded to him.

This made the governor feel that something was amiss.

Just as he was about to speak again.

He saw the gladiators make way for him.

Then, a miracle occurred that made his and everyone else in the stands twitch with excitement.

At that moment, many people couldn't help but look at the reliefs that decorated various parts of the stands.

Then he kept looking down at that miracle.

It's exactly the same, or rather, compared to it, the masterpieces of the masters seem distorted.

Augustus Julius, the founder of Rome!

Impossible, this can't possibly be his.

How could a mortal possibly come back to life after three eras?!

Rome’s power came from Augustus, and Rome’s glory came from Augustus.

No Roman nobleman dared to imagine how terrible it would be if Augustus stood beside a slave.

Moreover, through the spell cast on the stands, they could clearly see whose head the other person was holding.

General Galli, the highest authority in the southern part of the Eastern Roman Empire!

He was practically a figurehead marshal in Rome.

Normally, his death would have shocked all of Rome and the Old World.

But now, with his head in Augustus's hands, his death seemed so insignificant.

Some of the powerful and wealthy have completely lost the composure they once had when they watched the slaves fight.

They started sweating and their limbs went weak.

The soldiers wanted to move forward, but their feet seemed rooted to the spot and they couldn't move an inch.

The governor, standing at the very front and in front of Augustus, grabbed Augustus's sash at his chest and retreated repeatedly.

The sash was still the same ordinary sash, but he felt that the merits and honors he had once been so proud of now felt like a blazing sun, unbearable to him.

He hurriedly threw down the sash and questioned sharply:

"Who are you?!"

The governor's voice stopped the burly man who was struggling to walk toward his sister. Through the gap in the railing, he saw Augustus.

They saw Augustus standing with the slaves.

The enemy raised the general's head high.

Then, addressing the trembling Romans, he said loudly:

"Who am I, you ask?"

"Then all I can say is..."

"I'm the person you're most afraid of!"

The general's head was thrown out.

The crossbows, which were then delivered to the slaves, were fired directly from behind the gladiators.

The countless gladiators around Augustus also roared and charged toward the stands.

The powerful rune bolt shattered the tabletop.

Countless fragments flew like mist, and the corpses of the powerful lay strewn about.

As the roaring gladiators charged forward, the soldiers below continued to try to resist.

But they soon discovered that they were no match for these gladiators.

In the face of these gladiators who had fought for years, they were as vulnerable as if they were facing the rebellious slaves they had once slaughtered.

Therefore, after a brief engagement, the soldiers were completely routed.

Their defeat essentially signaled the fall of the stands.

With the fall of the stands, the armies that were still fighting against the gladiators in the other directions fled in defeat.

The crossbows continued to bombard the high platform.

This is a weapon specially made by Rome, with tremendous power, and is best suited for breaking through various strongholds with protective barriers.

In the past, Roman nobles also enjoyed using these powerful crossbows to crush slaves who defied them.

Now, it's their turn.

The governor, who was fleeing backward, was also hit by a crossbow bolt.

But he did not die.

Just as the burly man had feared, he carried many life-saving gadgets.

General Galli also had one, which was his sword, but his hand holding the sword had already been cut off by Quintus.

The governor's weapon was fired automatically, so the governor did not die.

He simply slid down the broken buildings from the stands into the Colosseum in a disheveled state.

In the thick smoke and dust, he could only see countless gladiators charging up the landslide.

He wanted to call upon his guards and protectors.

Before he could even speak, he was tackled to the ground from behind.

His cheeks were pressed against the ruins with tremendous force and rubbed repeatedly, and his body was easily cut open by the sharp edges of the ruins due to the force of his slide.

Seeing the governor groaning at his feet, the burly man who pounced on him knew he could kill him!

Amidst his hearty laughter, the burly man raised his longsword, ready to behead the governor.

But the sharp blade he held high remained suspended in mid-air.

It wasn't that he didn't want to cut, but that he couldn't.

Amidst the billowing smoke, many gladiators had come to a very cautious halt.

He then looked warily at the man standing behind the burly man and the governor.

That's a demigod!

And he's probably a Saint of Sequence Three!

The governor's guardian.

General Galli did not, because one was a local governor and the other was a powerful military officer.

The existence of the other party also represents the essence of slavery—extraordinary power.

No matter how many mortals there are, they cannot kill a demigod.

Because they transcend the limits of mortals.

But none of the gladiators were afraid.

They were all eager to try.

Looking at the fearless gladiators and the screams of the nobles behind them.

The demigod made no move.

This greatly displeased the governor, who shouted:

"Kill them! Kill them! Are you betraying the Emperor?! Are you betraying Augus?"

As he spoke, the governor's lips twitched and he fell silent.

Everything in Rome came from Augustus.

Faced with thirteen years of uprisings, they had every reason to suppress everything.

But when faced with the real Augustus, they had no foothold at all.

He wanted to deny Moen's identity, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Because he and everyone else knew it was true.

After a moment, the governor could only change his mind and say:

"Take me away, take me away! Ignore everyone else, just take me away!"

The demigod remained silent, lost in the swirling smoke and dust.

He saw Augustus walking towards him.

He was just a mortal.

Undoubtedly a mortal.

Whether it was three eras ago or now.

Augustus was just a mortal, but as a demigod close to an angel, he had plenty of ways to crush a mortal.

But, but, the feeling of oppression is so great!

Despite being just an ordinary person, he could exert pressure and shock on him almost like a god.

Especially when Augustus emerged from the smoke and stood before him.

The other party didn't say anything, but just looked at me with utmost authority.

After a brief eye contact, the ruler of the world finally spoke to the demigod who hadn't even noticed his legs were trembling:

"Go back and tell them, just say so."

"Rome, I have returned!"