The gladiatorial battles that followed, each one was wonderful, and the Roman subjects, who had fallen into a frenzy, kept screaming and roaring, as if they had lost their minds, and the bloodthirsty made them so enchanted that they almost got carried away.

As for our Tiger King's mother, the Queen Mother ordered her to be loaded into the Golden Carriage and escorted by cavalry back to the palace at the first opportunity. And the poor, unconscious little white tiger, the queen mother didn't bother to look at him at all, so she ordered someone to drag him to the cell under the gladiatorial arena.

At this moment, the young emperor sitting in the special seat in the stands looked sluggish, as if the soul in his body had been drained, and the remaining body was no different from death except for wheezing.

Every gladiator who had defeated his opponent would go to his seat and kneel down on one knee in front of him, pressing his right hand on the fiercely beating heart to express his highest and most sincere respect to him. As if he hadn't seen or heard the most extreme words of beauty from his heart, he mechanically grabbed a mountain of gold coins from a gold platter in front of him, and didn't care how many, and threw them at the gladiator like a worthless stick of sand.

After all the criminals, captives, traitors, and heretics were executed on the cross, the gladiatorial show that had filled the arena with a suffocating bloody atmosphere finally came to an end. Thousands of spectators are still unsatisfied, such a grand gladiatorial battle, I don't know when it will be staged again.

They were especially excited and amazed by their young emperor, whom the subjects of the former empire regarded only as a weak child, the most incompetent and desperate monarch of the Roman Empire for thousands of years.

But today, this disobedient prejudice has been completely broken, and he is even more courageous than his father who can fight well, not to mention that he is so calm, composed, noble, and handsome.

The Romans, who had always liked to worship their heroes as gods, had developed an almost obsessive affection for him - who said that the empire was already in decline, and as long as there was such a monarch, the splendor and greatness of Rome would live on like the sun!

The sun had already begun to set in the west, but if the emperor did not get up and announce the end of the gladiatorial performance, tens of thousands of subjects would not dare to leave the table.

Stillico, who was sitting next to Honorius, touched Yoshiko's arm with his hand, and the boy, who had always been pale as paper, did not react at all. The Queen Mother Alia, who was sitting on the other side of him, glanced at her son with almost contempt, her gaze was so cold that no matter how strong she was, she would shudder when she saw it.

Today, she was satisfied, but her son's behavior after killing the "Divine Beast" still annoyed her - such a little stimulation made him almost collapse, where did he inherit such a puzzling personality like mud? I really can't imagine that Theodosius the Great would have such a son as him!

She reached into the cloak behind her son, so that her subjects could not see her holding him by the collar. She lifted her son directly with the force of her wrist, and a stunned Stilico followed suit.

"Speak!" said Arya, leaning her lips into her son's ear, "or I'll send someone to take the life of that little tiger cub now!"

This tough threat made the young emperor tremble, and he wanted to cry now, but he also knew that it was absolutely impossible at this moment.

Seeing the emperor get up, the tsunami-like cheers of the mountains sounded from the stands on all sides, and the subjects were so excited that they could finally hear the young and brave emperor speak, and every word he spit out now was tantamount to a myth to them!

But he didn't say anything, just put a hand behind his neck, and broke his mother's hand violently, he was so hard that he almost broke his mother's fingers. Then, he squeezed past his mother and walked straight up the aisle of the front stand, towards the top of the trapezoidal seat full of flat-headed people.

Once there, he turned down the stone steps that led to the gate.

Arya stood there, her eyes flickering, a strong, tearing pain writhing in her chest.

My son had never treated herself like this, and wasn't she doing all this for him?

Under the cover of the stands, Stirico squeezed Arya's hand, his palm was so warm and considerate.

But then, he strode towards the passage between the stands, and in a moment he had followed the figure of the young emperor down the stone steps.

Behind him, the Guards, led by Gainas, were also followed.

Back at the palace, as soon as he entered the huge courtyard, Honorius saw the golden carriage placed there.

He looked down at the gorgeous imperial robe on his body, which was still splashed with the blood of the "Divine Beast".

"What did I do?" he muttered as he stood there, his face extremely ugly, and his facial features twitching nervously, "She's also a mother, how could she force her son to do such a thing?"

Stirico stepped forward and placed a hand on Yoshiko's shoulder, and Honorius's body shook immediately.

He turned around like a whirlwind, and when he saw his father-in-law, he couldn't hold back any longer. He ripped the crown off his head like crazy and threw it far away into a fountain in the courtyard. Then he scratched his golden hair and cried bitterly: "I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!"

"You can't say that, she's your mother after all!"

"She's not—no, she's not worthy, she's just a murderous witch! She destroys whatever she likes, and she wants to torture her to death on charges of any teacher I like! And now, she's forcing me to kill an isolated mother—the little white tiger crashed into the inner wall of the golden carriage in front of my eyes, and it's still unknown! She's finally made me as brutal and ruthless as she is, and I wish I could become Nero so I can kill her with my own hands!"

"It is enough to have a Nero in Rome, think of your father, since you are his son, how can you have such an idea?"

"It's all her! I'm going to be driven crazy by her sooner or later!"

"Alright," Stirico said, taking the weeping son into his arms. "I have secretly sent the best veterinarian to treat the little white tiger, and I believe that with God's blessing, he will be fine. ”

Honorius wept for a long time, and his stepfather thought he was all right, but he suddenly stood up again, and asked his stepfather eagerly, "Where is Casticus?"

"What are you looking for him?"

"I must avenge the 'Divine Beast'!" said him, a wicked smile suddenly appeared on Honorius's pure face. The smile quickly dissipated, and his eyes revealed a deep pain that he had never seen before, "If I can't avenge her, I will never be able to forgive myself." ”

Stirico frowned, and he heard an irreversible determination in Yoshiko's tone.

Right now, our young emperor is not the one who wants to kill his mother the most.

In the underground cell of the gladiatorial arena, Zeus, Dura, and Shag had been guarding the little white tiger, their eyes red and swollen from too many tears.

Zeus, in particular, was so angry that his eyes were about to burst into flames.

When Dura fainted in the Golden Carriage, he stayed underneath it. After Shag bit the bolt, opened the carriage, and rushed out of the gladiatorial arena with the White Tiger mother and son, he thought that his plan had been a great success. So, he jumped and jumped under the carriage as if he had gone crazy.

The increasingly noisy sounds of the colosseum woke Dura, and she flew out of the open carriage and circled low in the air, calling Zeus's name incessantly.

Zeus heard this, ran out from under the carriage, shouted at Dura a few times, and waved his hand vigorously for a long time before Dura saw him.

Riding on Dura's back, they had just flown outside the arena when they saw the besieged White Tiger Mother and Son.

By that time, Shag had been subdued by Stilico's men, and had been dragged out of the encirclement like a dead dog.

"I didn't expect the emperor and the general to arrive so quickly!" Zeus scratched his ears in a hurry.

"What now?" asked Dura aloud.

"Let's go to the Pope!"

Ever since Rome adopted Christianity as the state religion, the pope has been the only supreme being above imperial power.

In fact, Zeus also wondered why the Pope did not attend such an important occasion today?

"I heard that the Pope had made a pilgrimage to Jerusalem. ”

"What? He didn't go early, he didn't go late, why did he go at this time?"

"Why don't we go find Grandpa David!"

"He's on death row, what's the use of looking for him?"

Dura hesitated, she was also a little undecided, she didn't know whether to say it or not, but in order to save the White Tiger mother and son, she couldn't care about anything. So, word by word, she said, "The flake of gold in his hand is a relic of Saint Peter!"

"Why didn't you say it earlier?!" Before Zeus could finish his words, his head felt as if it were cracked, and he felt a violent pain, and after that, he knew nothing.