Huh? Are they all real?...

The existence of slavery was no longer a problem that politics could solve.

So he joined Spataco's rebellion, determined to rebuild everything with sword and fire.

Although he failed, he still optimistically believed in humanity, but felt helpless that the status quo of the Old World was beyond the control of mortals.

Then, he encountered Augustus, who had returned for the sake of the slaves!

The real, the only Augustus!

When he discovered the identity of the person in front of him, he was so surprised that he could hardly believe it.

He felt that everything was salvageable.

But now, his trusted gladiators are raising their short swords stained with Augustus's blood.

The great Augustus fell at their feet, before the entrance to the sanctuary.

This group is beyond saving.

Quintus finally discovered the essence of his despair that he had been avoiding all along.

He felt everything around him quiet down, even though everyone was wailing and roaring.

He lay there, stunned, staring at the figure lying on the ground just like him.

The difference is that he was standing on mud and sand, while the other was standing on his own blood.

Is it all over?!

How can this be?

Anyone can die, but not someone like that.

Quintus bowed his head in deep despair.

It was also at the moment Quintus lowered his head.

The burly man named Gannico leaped over him and charged toward the gladiators with a roar.

The immense noise and commotion caused Quintus to raise his head slightly.

Gannicol didn't know much, but he knew that it was Augustus who had saved him and his sister in the stands of the arena.

So all he wanted at that moment was to kill those damned traitors to avenge Augustus.

He leaped over Quintus's head with incredible speed and, with immense strength and fearless courage, cleaved a gladiator's short sword as he parried it.

He then directly slashed at his opponent from the side.

After taking down one enemy, Gannico did not stop. He continued to charge forward with a roar, followed by slaves like himself and gladiators.

At this moment, Gannico and his men seemed unstoppable, because they were no longer afraid of death; they only wanted to drag these traitors to hell with them.

Meanwhile, the other side had already killed Augustus, and once everything was over, they would rise to become governors, generals, and high-ranking nobles.

They didn't want to fight, they didn't want to get hurt.

So they were instead suppressed and could only retreat in a sorry state.

The gladiators standing in front of Augustus spat and then grabbed his corpse, trying to hide inside the sanctuary for refuge.

At this moment, those who were holding Augustus finally experienced the joy of the elders.

Even the great ruler of the world died at the hands of someone like himself.

To his surprise, the moment he raised his hand, it was firmly blocked by an invisible barrier.

The dark passage was right in front of them, but they couldn't get in!

The initiation process was flawed; did they kill Augustus too soon?!

Upon realizing this, the gladiators' faces instantly turned ashen.

This will significantly reduce their rewards!

Overwhelmed with disappointment and anger, knowing they had nowhere to retreat, they could only vent their rage on Gannico and the others behind them.

The gladiators who killed Augustus were the strongest among the slaves. To satisfy the ever-growing desires of the Roman nobles, many of them were even high-ranking superhumans. That is why they were placed beside Augustus.

They shoved aside their companions, stepping over the corpses of gladiators they had also killed by backstabbing, and grinned as they faced Gannico and his men.

There's no need to use any abilities that belong to the divine path.

One block, one deflection, one stab.

After three incredibly swift movements, Gannicol stared in disbelief at the short sword that had pierced his heart.

No amount of anger could bridge the gap between him and the top gladiators.

The other party didn't even bother to look at him, and simply pushed him away from the sword.

He then slowly stepped forward to confront the remaining enemies.

Gannico reached out, trying to grab the enemy who was leaving him.

But with his heart pierced, he had no strength left.

He could only collapse to the ground, filled with resentment.

Then he was trampled into the blood-stained and muddy ground by the other gladiators without a second thought.

The outcome of this battle was sealed the moment the slaves chose to betray them.

Although Gannico fell, Quintus got back up.

Gannicol showed him the last vestige of humanity on this continent, and also showed him the only thing he should do at that moment.

That means killing them!

Kill these traitors!

Inside the excavation site, gladiators and slaves were still fighting each other.

Outside the excavation site, the situation was completely one-sided.

People who were completely unprepared could only rely on pickaxes, shovels, and other things that could hardly be considered weapons to defend themselves.

They didn't even know who the enemies were and who the allies were.

They had witnessed more than once that when a fellow slave tried to help up a fallen slave, the slave's neck was slashed by a hidden knife.

He could only lie on the ground in disbelief, watching the other person laugh wildly.

They witnessed, more than once, that those who were originally allies, upon realizing that victory was impossible, smash the heads of their companions with pickaxes and joined the ranks of the traitors.

They were forced to fight individually, and were then killed by slaves whose numbers were impossible to discern.

The sun was still in the sky, but it was unclear whether the bloodstains had blinded them or whether the sun itself had truly been stained with a bloodthirsty crimson by all of this.

The slaves had even begun to kill each other for the spoils of war.

They followed the example of the barbarians of the past, cutting off the heads of one corpse after another as proof of their war achievements. But soon, they would be killed by the other slaves, who would then cut off their own heads, the heads of which were still smirking.

Fewer and fewer people are still fighting, while more and more are reveling in slavery.

Everything on the outside is about to come to an end.

The same is true at the excavation site.

Quintus was left with only a handful of people.

And in front of them were at least a thousand gladiators.

The leader was even more unbelievable to Quintus, because he had personally killed General Gali.

At the same time, it was he who personally thrust the first sword at Augustus.

Looking at the gladiator pacing back and forth, brandishing his sword, Quintus questioned:

"Why you?"

The gladiator did not answer, but merely smiled dismissively.

What can a dead man possibly say?

However, a voice also came from the sky:

"Answer him!"

The Roman fleet finally arrived, albeit belatedly.

Or perhaps they weren't traveling at all; they were simply enjoying the view from afar through various magical techniques.

The arrival at this moment was also because the emperor and the powerful wanted to observe everything up close.

The speaker was the current emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire.

Augustus Constantine IV.

The gladiators bowed their heads deeply in utter obsequiousness to the emperor's voice.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Quintus responded with deep disdain:

"Augustus made you a human being, but you went back to being a dog!"

This should have been a soul-searching question, but the entire scene, from the slaves below to the powerful above, was filled with it.

Their only reaction to this was genuine, heartfelt mockery.

Chapter 247 Rome, feel the wrath! (4k)

The gladiator continued to twirl his sword, saying:

"I have simply chosen what a Roman should do: to be loyal to my eternal emperor!"

The Emperor of Dongluo, atop the majestic airship, clapped his hands in delight.

Quintus knew that there was no point in saying anything more; these people simply couldn't understand what he and Lord Augustus were pursuing.

So Quintus asked the same question again:

"Why you?"

After glancing at the emperor on the platform, the gladiator addressed Quintus:

"His Majesty the Emperor has given me a better future. What do you think I'm following you for? To rescue those slaves who deserve to be trampled underfoot?"

"Do not make jokes!"

The gladiator suddenly pointed his sword at Quintus and said:

"Thirteen years ago, I almost managed to raise enough ransom to become a Roman citizen. With my reputation and abilities, I would soon be living the life I've always dreamed of!"

"But in the end, you and your Spataco ruined everything for me. That wouldn't have been a big deal, because I thought that following you might have made me a big shot faster."

"It's just risking your life. There's no difference between risking your life in the arena and risking your life on the battlefield, but you bunch of bastards lost everything!"

"This led to me becoming a slave again, and that lasted for thirteen years."

"Then you damned bastard showed up again. I admit I did want to work with you guys at first, because, like I said before, but..."

The gladiator gestured to the emperors above him.

Quintus then understood what the other party meant.

He has never changed. He has always been working for himself.

This was true when following Spataco, and it was also true when following Augustus.

But now, the Roman emperor has offered a better price.

But Quintus couldn't help but ask:

How can you be sure your emperor won't go back on his word?

The gladiator laughed:

"His Majesty the Emperor swore an oath in the name of Richard the Lionheart and the Storm Goddess Denise that if I kill Augustus, I will become the governor of Rome, and he will pardon all my crimes!"

It is quite obvious who is more intolerable: a lowly soldier who killed a general or Augustus who could have completely overthrown Rome.

As their conversation continued, some of the Roman emperors on the airship finally couldn't stand it any longer.

"Alright, it's time to end this. Kill him, and then we'll go see the great Church of Remembrance."