Huh? Are they all real?...

"It is said that any slave who participates in the rebellion will be pardoned and rewarded as long as they are willing to cooperate with the Romans to suppress the rebellion. They will not only be removed from their lowly status, but also receive a large sum of gold coins and become a person of high status."

The person being addressed immediately frowned and said:

"This sounds like a Roman trick. They wouldn't be so kind; they just want us to betray Lord Augustus! They want us to continue being their slaves!"

"I bet the Romans will back out after it's all over!"

The man nodded with absolute certainty and said:

"That's what I think too, but brother, there are too many of us. It's not enough for us to think this way. What if, I mean, what if, someone actually believes it?"

"Then I'll definitely chop off his dog head!"

"But what if there are many such people? What if they really influence the course of the war? What if they really allow the Romans to win?"

After saying that, the man said nothing more, but just lowered his head and looked forward with deep worry.

The person who had been approached was left standing there, their expression unpredictable.

Then, other people in other places were approached by different people and talked about similar things.

“Brother, I’ve heard that the Romans have offered a high reward for Lord Augustus’s head, saying that whoever presents Lord Augustus’s head can become the governor of a province.”

“My friend, I am so worried. I have heard that many traitors have infiltrated our ranks, who have listened to the slander of the Romans and want to kill our brothers in exchange for the wealth promised by the Romans.”

Such sounds could be heard everywhere, both among the teams excavating the ruins and in the fortress of Argas.

Quintus had heard many unpleasant rumors and gossip, things that had only started thirteen years ago. He approached Moen with great concern and explained everything.

"My lord, I am worried that there are Roman spies among us, and many of them. They came too quickly. I think we should temporarily put the more than 30,000 people who have fled to us under control."

Moen, walking at the very front of the group, said without turning his head:

"If we don't control it, the situation will only get out of control."

The Romans undoubtedly expected internal conflict within their ranks.

The control of the more than 30,000 slaves who had finally escaped was a major trigger point.

Quintus nodded bitterly and said with self-reproach:

“A similar thing happened thirteen years ago, but that was much later. I should have realized it sooner, and I should have asked you to temporarily take control of those 30,000 people earlier.”

Moen laughed:

"How do we manage them? Should we shut out the hopeful slaves? Or should we drain the blood from the passionate warriors? There's no way to manage them. They come, and we have to accept them. We know this is the only way, and the Romans knew this was the only way too."

This is an open conspiracy. If you want to liberate the slaves of the entire Old World, what will you do with the slaves who have risked their lives to escape their original hell and come to join you?

If they accepted it, then Roman spies, assassins, or even rebels would inevitably have infiltrated it.

But if you refuse, who will continue to trust you? They risked everything and endured great hardship to come and rely on you!

We can't let their enthusiasm go to waste.

Quintus grew increasingly dejected, but he still said:

“They should still be refused entry. Internal instability is far more dangerous than simply refusing them temporarily.”

“As long as we keep going, everyone will know what we’re trying to do, but now I’m worried we might not be able to keep going.”

Moen stopped and patted Quintus on the shoulder, saying:

“Refusing them entry won’t stop it. Extraordinary power is all-pervasive, and Argas is a massive city with a population of millions even after the slave owners were removed.”

All Moen had was a group of slaves and the name of Augustus, which was not yet of great use.

He couldn't possibly protect a city of millions of people.

Quintus said with a hint of despair:

"Are we just supposed to sit here and watch them make their move?"

Moen turned around and led everyone forward again:

"Of course not. Did you tell everyone we were going to excavate the Church of Mourning?"

"Yes, as you instructed, I made sure everyone knew what we were going to do."

"That's enough."

Upon hearing this, Quintus began to understand what Moen meant.

But he was just confused and couldn't understand many of the key points.

He couldn't help but step forward and ask:

"My lord, have you prepared any countermeasures?"

Mohn didn't answer Quintus's question; instead, he asked:

Is there anything else I need to know?

Quintus was curious, but seeing this, he suppressed his question.

He understood what the adults meant. Given their passive situation, the fewer people who knew about their hidden cards, the better. It wasn't a matter of distrusting anyone.

In the extraordinary world, however, many things are likely to be leaked as soon as they are spoken.

"Nothing serious, but in terms of minor matters, we've caught a very strange scourge."

The desecrator? ? ?

Another time traveler from the Human Alliance?

“We originally intended to let her go, but she was so confused at the time that she told us she knew angels, and that they were the legendary Redeemer Witch.”

A time traveler who knows the Redemption Witch?

Wait, no?

"Is she a superhuman through the puppet pathway? Probably around Sequence Seven?"

"Yes, sir, how did you know?"

Moen wanted to cover his face.

Without a doubt, it's Miss Rita.

Why did you come to the Old World instead of going to Baratheon to find El?

Wait, she's a witch's familiar, could she have been summoned by the witch?

Moen knew that things wouldn't go as he expected, but he really didn't expect things to turn out this way.

After thinking about it for a while, Moen decided to give up the idea of ​​letting Miss Leda go directly.

He rubbed his eyes and said to Quintus:

"Please bring her here."

"Yes, my lord."

Soon, Miss Leda was brought to Moen by several gladiators, who had tied her up.

Looking at this very familiar, timid girl.

Moen was a little tired.

It really is Rita.

Leda, meanwhile, kept swallowing as she looked at the great man before her, draped in a blood-red sash.

Augustus Julius, the uncrowned ruler of the world, was the most important person she encountered after arriving in this world.

She thought that as a princess, Aier was invincible, but she never expected to encounter an enemy from the sky as soon as she arrived in the Old Continent.

I noticed that the other person was looking at me.

Leda forced a smile:

"Hello, Lord Augustus?"

Seeing Leda trying to strike up a conversation with him, Moen asked without any expression:

"A witch in the Old World?"

With her hands and feet bound, only her head was still free to move, and Leda nodded hurriedly:

"Yes, sir, I am a follower of the Witch of Redemption, and I came to the Old World according to her will. So, could you please release me and let me go to Pompeii to find her?"

Moen sighed deeply at this.

For some reason, Quintus felt that this was the first time he had seen such profound helplessness and bewilderment in this great man.

This seemed to be the only thing that greatly exceeded his expectations.

It was also the only thing that left him somewhat unsure how to deal with.

-

In the Roman front-line camp besieging Agassiz.

The Western Roman Emperor strode into the Eastern Roman Emperor's tent and asked:

"Those slaves are going to excavate the memorial shrine?"

Inside the tent were not only the Eastern Roman Emperor, but also the other three Roman emperors.

Upon hearing this, they raised their heads, but their expressions showed no surprise.

The Western Roman emperor knew that they had known about this for a long time.

So he said, even more strangely:

"Since you know that, why don't you just go and attack them? That's the armory of the Age of Gods!"

If there's anything worth mentioning about the Old World, this impoverished place devoid of gods.

That must be Augustus Julius and the sanctuary where the holy sword was kept.

The emperors remained unmoved.

The Western Roman emperor felt he was going crazy. Didn't these guys know what that meant?

"Why this reaction? Do you really think the eldest sons don't have any terrifying weapons in their arsenal that could turn the tide for those slaves?"

Upon hearing this, the emperors exchanged glances and then laughed.

Seeing this, the Western Roman Emperor was even more bewildered and somewhat annoyed, saying:

"If you won't take care of it, I'll take care of it myself. I'll gather my army right now!"

Only then did the Eastern Roman Emperor step forward and say:

"Alright, alright, my friend, there's no need to be in such a hurry. We all know about this, and we also know that there might be something very terrible hidden inside."

“But don’t you think the legacy of the eldest sons might also be very dangerous? If so, why not send those lowly people to scout ahead?”

The Western Roman emperor thought this was utter nonsense:

"Let them scout ahead? Aren't you afraid they'll just go in and get their hands on that terrifying divine legacy?"

The Eastern Roman Emperor raised his wine glass and laughed:

"That's the key! We're not afraid!"

The Western Roman Emperor frowned deeply and asked seriously:

"What is it that I don't know?"

The other Roman emperors laughed in unison:

“We have prepared a great gift for the old and senile Augustus, and we have already delivered it to him long ago.”

"As soon as he opens the doors of the memorial shrine, he will be brought before us immediately!"

What Augustus, what founder of Rome, what ruler of the world?

They're about to become their defeated foe and a new chapter in their glorious resume.

The process went so smoothly that they were somewhat surprised.

It seems the other party was completely unprepared; he must have thought that as long as he opened the memorial shrine first, he could rest easy.

They admitted that they too feared the legendary arsenal of the gods.

But even the most powerful weapon is only scary if you get your hands on it, right?