Huh? Are they all real?...

But they still tried their best to suppress their excitement and forced themselves to rest in order to prepare for tomorrow's all-out effort.

Of course, before falling asleep, they would sharpen their weapons like the most devout believers and place them beneath themselves with deep kisses.

His status as a free man, his immense wealth, and the slaves he served all depended on the weapons he had just honed!

However, as the night grew increasingly dark, and it became impossible to tell whether dawn was approaching or the night was still long, some slaves cautiously climbed out of their tents.

They looked towards the mountaintop, then walked towards it, swallowing hard.

They wanted to tell all of this to the great one who was the only one standing beside them.

Unfortunately, many of them had barely gotten up when someone next to them grabbed them, covered their mouths and noses, and then silently turned to cold.

The only one who succeeded was only able to reach the foot of the mountain before being suddenly stabbed in the throat by a stranger next to him.

He glanced at the corpse at his feet, then at the lights on the mountain, before anyone discovered what had happened.

They concealed their burning desire and excitement as they gazed at the mountaintop, and instead quietly dragged the body away.

The Augustus on the mountaintop represents unlimited power and wealth.

They were really looking forward to tomorrow. If they could, they would also like to taste the woman who was with Augustus.

It is said that the woman was very beautiful. Although some people said that she was just an ordinary beauty, they did not believe it. A woman who could be kept by Augustus's side must be a goddess-like beauty!

Even if that were the case, she was still Augustus's woman, and they longed to taste the pleasures of such a noble person!

For some reason, Miss Leda felt a chill and carefully wrapped herself tightly in the blanket that had been given to her.

Moen stood quietly in his tent, waiting for dawn.

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It was noon.

Just as Quintus had predicted, the slaves, working day and night, finally dug up what Moen had mentioned—a huge blue stone wall.

It was a color completely different from the surrounding soil, and it was also immediately obvious that it was not a naturally formed object.

Although there are no traces of cutting or chiseling, the exquisite patterns on it say it all.

The slaves couldn't understand what the patterns meant.

But they knew this was hope, hope of defeating the slave owners.

However, not everyone thinks this way.

Many slaves felt their mouths were dry and their bodies were burning up.

This is the ruin, and their wonderful life will soon be realized!

Their hands unconsciously reached for the weapons they had carefully hidden, and their eyes couldn't help but drift towards the heads of their companions beside them.

But they refrained from taking action.

The nobles of Rome said so.

They said they had to wait until Augustus opened the ruins and confirmed that it was safe to enter.

Amidst the crowd's eager anticipation.

Augustus finally descended from the mountaintop where he could have seen the whole situation.

He walked unhurriedly towards the blue ruins under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

At the same time, the Roman fleet that had been waiting nearby also set off instantly.

Both slaves and Romans were overjoyed, anticipating the beauty that the ruins represented.

Quintus, who was standing next to Moen, looked at the slaves around him with a scrutinizing gaze.

He received many negative reports.

This made him a little uneasy, although he could roughly guess what Augustus meant.

But because he didn't know the whole picture, he was still very uneasy.

In particular, he had no idea how to determine who was on his side.

The Romans' counterattack was not fierce, but the more he came into contact with them, the more chills ran down his spine.

This anxiety has reached its peak today.

Because he keenly noticed that the eyes of many slaves had changed.

The number of people may be much larger than he initially estimated.

He could only try his best to place people he felt were safe around Augustus.

He remained by Augustus's side, always holding the hilt of his sword.

He truly dared not allow the tragedy that occurred in the Roman Senate to be repeated.

The only thing that made him feel lucky was that the people he placed around Augustus were all warriors who had followed the Spataco uprising.

Moreover, they had also accompanied Augustus in killing General Gali.

At the very least, they should be reliable.

At least if something unexpected happens, they should be able to protect Augustus and help him break through.

This was the only thing that brought Quintus some comfort.

Moen, seemingly oblivious to everything, walked up to the blue stone wall.

This is the memorial sanctuary left over from the Age of Gods.

It was not his creation, but it was indeed closely related to him.

The eldest son who left this place built the memorial shrine partly to commemorate his death.

He even left behind a treasure that his eldest sons could not ignore—the Holy Sword—as a burial item.

Quintus didn't stay with Moen; he remained outside the excavation site. He wanted to organize the warriors who were still willing to fight for freedom and Augustus in the worst of times, to resist the betrayal and malice from their comrades.

In his immense restlessness, Quintus instinctively looked towards the only great being who could bring him peace of mind.

At the very front of all the gladiators, Augustus, draped in a blood-stained sash, still stood out conspicuously.

This gave him a small sense of relief.

It was at this moment that everyone saw Augustus place his hand on the blue stone wall that remained unresponsive and unmarked no matter how much he struck it.

Then, they all saw a ripple spread from Augustus's palm to the entire stone wall.

Then, amidst the uproar of everyone, a vast, quiet passage suddenly appeared before Augustus.

The atmosphere reached its peak at this moment.

The crowd seemed to hold their breath.

Quintus hurriedly turned his head to look at the slaves on the outside, his fingers gripping the hilt of his sword so tightly that his knuckles turned blue.

He knew now was the time.

But what Quintus didn't expect was...

The incident began behind him, where he trusted most.

The moment the deep passage appeared, the crowd held their breath.

Betrayal has occurred!

The gladiators who had once followed Spataco thrust their swords at Augustus.

Everyone witnessed this incredibly horrific scene.

The sword of freedom, which should have been wielded against the enemy, pierced the chest of the one who saved them.

Then came the second person's second sword strike, and the third.

All the gladiators standing beside Augustus thrust their swords at him.

It's like a replay of the Second Age!

Faced with this scene, the crowd was thrown into a huge uproar and turmoil.

Some wanted to rush towards Augustus, while others rushed towards their companions in front of them.

Quintus stumbled and fell amidst immense resentment and despair.

Even so, he continued to rush towards the figure that had not yet fallen.

In a near-manic roar, Quintus, his eyes bloodshot, drew his sword and charged with more men toward the group of traitors.

The traitors who assassinated Augustus, on the other hand, excitedly drew and raised their short swords.

They won everything!

In the distant Second Age, the elders also raised their daggers stained with the blood of Augustus.

They won in Rome!

Still has a low-grade fever, currently around 4500... Sorry.

Chapter 246 A Betrayal of Despair (3k)

The massive unrest erupted to its peak at this moment.

The madness of the slaves and the wails of the crowd almost filled the entire sky.

The slaves, already prepared to betray, brandished their blades and stabbed wildly at their comrades.

The weapons they had carefully honed to a gleaming shine in the darkness were now completely stained with blood and greed.

Blood splattered everywhere, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Everyone is frantically performing a variety of human scenarios.

This was no longer a battle; it was almost a one-sided massacre.

The slaves were filled with murderous intent. Everything before them was no longer their former comrades who had suffered oppression together, but rather gold coins and stepping stones for them to become slave owners.

People were filled with despair. The great man who had been a pillar of strength had fallen before them, and the betrayal by his comrades plunged them into an abyss.

Moreover, they never expected to be betrayed by their own comrades, and therefore never imagined a battle would break out. Quintus, who was prepared, never expected there to be so many traitors.

Besides the 30,000 escaped slaves, there were also 130,000 young men from Argas here.

Judging from a brief moment's observation, the number of those who betrayed the party is probably close to two-thirds.

This is a proportion that nearly drove Quintus to despair.

But what drove him to despair the most was the great man who fell before him.

From the Second Age to the present day in the Fourth Age, he is the only one among the many nobles of Rome who has always stood by the side of ordinary people and slaves.

Yet, just like back then, this very person fell at the hands of his trusted comrade.

The Old World was once the most devastated region in the war of revelation, because it was where the Book of Revelation began. The anger of the firstborn and the fighting among God's servants burned the entire Old World.

This is also the fundamental reason why the Old World is now covered with Gobi Desert and wasteland.

Therefore, the eldest son built a memorial shrine to commemorate all those who had passed away.

Then, when everything was utterly destroyed, it was Augustus who stepped forward. He quickly united the survivors of the entire Old World, leading them to rebuild their homes from the ruins and leading them toward prosperity.

Not to mention the entire world he later mended, even the people of the Old World today are deeply indebted to Augustus.

Yet, even under such circumstances, the elders plotted an assassination that was so foolish that even the gods could not comprehend it.

They betrayed the person who gave them everything.

These are words that Quintus found utterly repulsive every time he read them.

Because no matter how much you embellish everything from back then, these words are still starkly telling him about the inherent flaws of humanity in the Old World.

But he also felt that everything could still be changed; the fault lay with the elders, the powerful, and the former followers of Augustus who chose to remain silent after the assassination.

This is a mistake made by those who came before, and it has nothing to do with them today.

He believes that people today would not act that way.

Therefore, he, born into a noble family, intended to reform the slave system that had lasted for several eras by entering politics.

But as it turned out, he realized he was wrong.