Huh? Are they all real?...

Upon learning of this, the Eastern Roman emperor's forehead veins bulged instantly.

Augustus was waiting for their reaction, while they were waiting for Augustus's reaction!

These wolf cubs, who usually demand food and drink like crazy, but turn a deaf ear when it matters!

The Roman emperors, who were also aware of this, frowned slightly and said:

"They actually know we have the upper hand, they just want to see more benefits, so?"

The Eastern Roman emperor knew what they meant; they simply wanted to increase the stakes.

But he raised his hand and smiled:

"No need. Those good-for-nothings who only know how to take advantage of others are not worth your time."

"We can do it ourselves!"

Even so, one of the emperors expressed unease, saying:

"Is it really okay? Even though we said it wasn't, it really was a living Augustus! Who knows what might happen!"

The Holy Roman Emperor responded with a sneer:

"Your ancestor, the head of the Senate, one of Augustus's most trusted confidants, was the one who delivered the most fatal blow in the Senate's assassination attempt."

"Your ancestor killed the Lord of the World with a single blow, ending all his glory, and you, as his direct descendant, are actually afraid of a mortal who has already been defeated by your ancestor?"

This made the ruler of the Western Roman Empire somewhat embarrassed, and he said:

"I'm just making sure everything is perfect; this is different from what happened thirteen years ago."

The Eastern Roman Emperor laughed and said:

"Don't worry, I'm ready. All we need now is to surround them from all sides and press forward!"

"As long as we destroy Agas swiftly and decisively, it will all be over, and the changes will return to what they were before."

After a brief silence, the emperors nodded in agreement.

Five of the Roman Empire's most elite armies and generals arrived at the front lines.

They were to crush those arrogant and ignorant slaves in one fell swoop, just as the emperors had demanded.

However, just as the Roman army was making intensive preparations to encircle them...

Several cities near Argas experienced their own slave revolts.

The slaves managed to give the gladiators weapons, and then the gladiators killed their slave owners and escaped the city with a batch of food and a selection of slaves who could fight.

They were driven to Argas, the city of freedom that all slaves now yearn for.

The largest slave meat grinder ironically became a city of freedom representing the rebirth of slaves.

Life really is unpredictable.

And such things were happening all over the Old World.

The slaves were all supporting the only great man standing by their side—Augustus—in their own ways.

As time passed, Quintus, with a grave expression, found Moen:

"My lord, I estimate that the Romans will attack in four or five days at most."

"Although we have taken in many warriors who have come to join us, it is not enough. Our gladiators are only good at fighting, not at combat!"

Moen, meanwhile, kept looking at the sand table in front of him and said:

"These days, many slaves and gladiators have come to join us, haven't they?"

"Yes, sir."

"about how much?"

"Not many, because the Romans blocked the roads, but the people who came were basically warriors they had already selected themselves. I think it was about 30,000 or so?"

Moen nodded and said:

Did they cause trouble?

Quintus laughed:

"Of course not, sir. They are all warriors gathered for a noble cause. They just want to prove themselves now because they did not participate in the Argas Rebellion."

Moen turned around and smiled:

“That’s easy. We’ll have something for them to prove themselves right away.”

"What sir?"

Moen pointed to the sand table in front of him and said:

Why do you think I chose Agas?

Quintus tentatively said:

"Because this is the largest arena?"

Moen shook his head and smiled:

"It's more than that."

Quintus scratched his head and said:

"Sir, please just tell me the truth."

Moen then marked a not-so-obvious mountain on the sand table.

"The original name of the city of Argas was not Argas, but Asgard. In the Age of Gods, when the firstborn sons ruled, the name meant the land ruled by the gods."

"This comes from an eldest son, but as time has passed, I think no one probably knows this anymore."

"And those who have forgotten even this point have probably long forgotten that the Temple of Mourning is in Asgard."

Quintus's eyes widened instantly, and he said:

"That legendary sanctuary where the holy sword is said to be kept?!"

"Yes, that is the memorial sanctuary, the memorial sanctuary built by the eldest son and where the holy sword is kept."

Moen leaned against the sand table and quietly recounted the story.

These were cards he had prepared long ago, but had hardly ever used.

I never expected that I would need to use it now.

“Gather those 30,000 men to serve as guards and to excavate the sanctuary. The location is this nameless mountain.”

Quintus couldn't help but look at the mountain marked by Moen.

It was indeed an unnamed mountain, and on the Roman military sand table, it was simply referred to as the Lonely Mountain No. 3.

Because it is far from the city and has nothing special about it, it can barely be considered a mountain.

But now, it represents the slaves' hope for a desperate turnaround!

A legacy from the Age of Gods!

But immediately, Quintus frowned and said:

"If they want to excavate the ruins, they will inevitably be able to hide it from the Romans, so they will probably attack immediately?"

"Should we start digging secretly?"

Moen countered:

"But will that be enough time?"

Quintus immediately said in disappointment:

"Not enough, sir."

"Just go directly, bring as many people as you can."

Quintus looked up blankly and asked:

"But, sir, how do we defend ourselves against their attacks?"

After giving a mysterious smile, Moen said:

"They won't attack; they'll wait patiently for us to finish excavating the ruins!"

Quintus said in disbelief:

"My lord, that might have been true in your time, but the Romans of today don't have any chivalry."

Moen said confidently:

"That's why they won't come."

Chapter 244 Unrelenting Malice (4k)

Soon, Moen gathered a large number of able-bodied young slaves to go to the nameless mountain to excavate the ruins.

On the way to the ruins, many slaves did not quite understand what was happening.

They kept asking their companions what they were going to do.

"Hey, my brother, what's going on? What does Lord Augustus want us to do?"

The person who heard this immediately said:

"Lord Quintus said he was going to excavate a relic from the Age of Gods. To be honest, I have no idea what that is."

"But I know that Lord Quintus and the others said there are weapons inside that will allow us to deal with those damned slave owners!"

Relics from the Age of Gods?

Are you sure, bro?

"Of course I'm sure. Lord Quintus specifically told us this before we set off. Oh, and here, take this. We'll have to dig really hard later."

A pickaxe was instantly thrown to the slave who was asking the question.

After weighing the weapon in his hand, the other person hoisted it onto his shoulder and said:

"We'll definitely have to dig hard, but brother, do you know what?"

The person in front turned around and asked:

"what do you know?"

After glancing around, the man leaned closer and said:

“I’m not trying to be discouraging, but I really did escape from outside. So I have to tell you people who were originally in Argas.”

The man looked even more puzzled and said:

"what exactly is it?"

He whispered:

"Lord Augustus has no chance of winning. When we arrived, we saw countless warships. The Romans have sent an army that could blot out the sky in their quest to defeat Lord Augustus!"

"But look at us, look around you. There are only slaves like us here. We may have some strength, but we have no idea how to fight or kill!"

The man shook his head and said:

"Perhaps you are right, but so what? I want to follow Lord Augustus forever. I don't want to go back to being a slave."

The man wanted to continue, but after someone tugged at him from behind, he changed his mind and said:

“You’re right, we don’t want to go back to being slaves.”

Then, he and the person who had pulled him down slowly, and after they could no longer see the person who had started the fight, they spoke with great concern to the slaves beside them:

"Friend, were you in Agas from the beginning?"

"Yes. What's wrong, brother? Are you feeling unwell? You don't look too good. You can give me your pickaxe, I'll carry it for you."

"No, it's not that. It's just a pickaxe. I'm not that bad. I'm just remembering a lot of things I heard on the way here."

The new person being spoken to nodded, and asked curiously:

"whats the matter?"

"I saw a huge number of Roman troops surrounding us, but that's nothing, we have Lord Augustus. But, but I also heard that the Romans have offered a bounty."