When Zeus returned to the Colosseum, the jubilant performance continued—he really wondered if such a commotion would last all night tonight?

There will be a triumphal ceremony tomorrow, and there will be enough noise tonight, and tomorrow, will these Roman citizens still have spirits?

Zeus thought that he might be worrying about what these Roman citizens were, and who would they run out of energy?

The gods of Olympus were meek lambs compared to them.

Thinking of this, Zeus was a little angry, and rolled on the ground - he is the protagonist of tomorrow's triumphal ceremony!

But now, who remembers him?

Tomorrow, it's not about celebrating his triumph or anything, he's a mouse—even though he's a holy mouse, it's impossible for him to go into battle and kill the enemy!

Our holy rat has a feat that hasn't changed for more than 400 years—what should I call it—but it can be called a "feat"!

The reason he did this, in his words, was to avenge Jesus Christ—to avenge the only begotten Son of God by humiliating the supreme ruler of Rome.

Yes, by blood, it is a Jewish rat – Jews tend to be the most jealous of all!

For 400 years, he had poured urine on the head of every supreme ruler of Rome – and as a mouse, it was not easy to do.

On top of that, it has stuffed its own little rat droppings into the meals of many supreme rulers.

The thought of Jesus' Blood shed on the Cross makes his heart twist. So, while the unlucky supreme ruler was sleeping, he would bleed them with his sharp rat teeth.

"Revenge" is not in line with Christian doctrine, but our holy rat can't care so much, who let him witness the whole process of Jesus' tragic death more than 400 years ago?

He couldn't forget, and he couldn't let go—he hated the Romans, he hated the Pharisees, and he hated himself as a mouse the size of a child's fist.

The old priest at the door of the church actually saw him through at a glance, and he was right, there were not only holy signs on his body, but also shameful stains.

He wanted to get rid of the smudge too, and he seemed to know what to do, though not so sure - he couldn't make up his mind, or rather, he didn't want to get rid of it that strongly.

Because he still wants revenge, and it's tomorrow.

For nine years, Honorius, the youngest son of Theodosius the Great, who had succeeded to the throne of Western Rome, had been hiding in Milan like the most shameful and incompetent coward, and although he had returned to Rome once, he had been in such a hurry that he stayed for less than half a day.

But tomorrow will be different, he will attend the triumphal ceremony and go to the gladiatorial arena to watch a grand performance.

In this way, Zeus had ample opportunity and full certainty to take revenge on the young emperor.

He was going to humiliate him with pleasure and without knowing it, even if his father made Christianity the state religion of Rome?

If stealing the forbidden fruit is the original sin that mankind can never wash away, then the execution of Jesus is the sin that the Romans can never repay!

What's more, before the legalization of Christianity, the Romans tortured countless good and innocent Christians to death, and they never wanted to pay off the blood debt owed to Christianity for generations!

At the thought of this, Zeus felt his whole body burn and his whole soul tremble.

Listening to the tsunami-like fighting sound of the mountains outside, Zeus couldn't help but gnash his teeth in his small rat hole.

Gladiatorial fights are the cruelest entertainment in the world, the bloodiest, and you would never have been able to imagine the extreme, crazy extent unless you witnessed it with your own eyes.

And this is precisely what the Romans loved and were most obsessed with - shouldn't such a people, who were forever bent on making death, perish?

But how is it possible that the old priest said today that the gladiatorial fight would end one day? Listen to the shouts outside, the cheers, the cheers...... As long as Rome exists, it will not end unless it ......

Zeus's small body trembled violently.

The fall of Rome was unimaginable to him, and it was even more impossible for the whole world at that time.

Even if Sodom and Ömorrah are added together, they cannot be more sinful than Rome. But it is impossible to imagine its demise, even if it is only imagined!

"Woo-"

Zeus in the little cave was startled by two groans, and for a moment he thought that fire had really fallen from heaven to burn all the sinful Romans on earth!

He looked for prestige, and saw that it was Shag the hound who had put his mouth into the small hole, and although he could not see his entire face, Zeus could also see his thoughts that were obvious at the moment.

Although Zeus's small hole is just a rat's nest, it is as complete as any Roman mansion in terms of completeness and elegance in decoration.

He kept all the food with a long shelf life in a treasure box made of Roman pine with double sliding doors, inlaid with gold and turquoise.

He walked to the corner, pulled the box open, and pulled out a large piece of bacon with great difficulty, because it was too heavy for him, and after dragging it for a meter or two, it had to throw the bacon to the ground.

But it didn't matter, Shag's tongue was not only flexible, but also long, and he deftly stretched it out, wrapped it around the bacon, and swallowed it into his mouth.

"Tunai has won a great victory today, and if the emperor grants the senators' request tomorrow, he will be free. Shag chewed the bacon and said excitedly, but he was a little slurred.

Zeus was taken aback, and he screamed in a shrill voice, "Will he agree?

Tunai's brother was also a great gladiator, but unfortunately he was killed in a gladiatorial battle by a Thracian gladiator, Mendo. Mendo is now Rome's most famous gladiatorial instructor, and he only goes out to fight on very special occasions, so Tunai never found a chance to avenge his brother.

"I don't think Tunai will take it – he didn't say anything today, Mendo was standing in the stands, he didn't even look at the guy, he turned around and walked off. ”

"Tomorrow the emperor will come to watch the gladiatorial fight, I think it should be the end of Mendo, right?"

"Dura is asking around in the stands, that nosy stinky bitch, don't be too enthusiastic!"

"What about the Colosseum?" Zeus, referring to the large dark and brutal world where the Colosseum is located underground, "is there any reliable news?"

"There are countless tongue-chewing guys, and there are a lot of shameless people waiting to see what is good. ”

Withdrawn and haughty, Tunai spent years in the arena without making any friends.

Only Zeus, for reasons he himself could not explain, was very fond of Tunai, the eccentric and difficult fellow.