When the male lion bit it, Tunai saw only a bloody mouth.

There was an immediate exclamation in the stands, and those excited spectators thought that Tunai was dead this time. Tunai also felt a darkness in front of him, and even could smell the foul smell coming from the lion's mouth.

In an instant, completely subconsciously, Tunai raised his right hand holding the short sword, the tip of the sword was erected, and he stabbed it upward, only to hear a "poof", and the short sword pierced the entire lion's throat.

The beast swayed a few times with its mouth open, but it still stood there, staring at its bulging eyes, as if to show the audience that it was amazingly fit and strong.

A little mouse in the stands who sat in a bun held high by a lady shrugged his shoulders disdainfully, and muttered with utter disdain: "This fool is too impatient, he has not driven his opponent to a dead end." He'd probably bite off Tunai's wrist and to hell with that dagger! before he tore his throat - it was hard to pull out his heart with his claws - but now he's got his head in it, it's not worth it!"

A fat-headed, big-eared mouse sitting next to him grabbed the body of a businessman's hard cloth hat and said lazily: "He has done his best, today's gladiatorial fight is just a rehearsal and warm-up for tomorrow's triumphal ceremony, and the beasts that are driven into the field are not sufficiently trained." It is not easy for him to fight with Tunai until now. At this point, he finally caught the lice that had been jumping around him, "I can't stand it anymore, if I don't take a good bath in the big bath, I'm going to stink to death by myself!"

The fat mouse slipped off the merchant's ornate toga and quietly jumped into the stands.

His snarky companion was as thin as a toothpick, and although he was weak, he always looked so vigorous.

At this time, the body of the lion, whose chest had been stained red with blood, had been dragged down by several tall black men dressed as the god of the underworld with gilded iron rods with grappling hooks.

Standing in the middle of the field, Tunai raised his blood-spattered hands and let out a beastly roar at the crowd in the stands. He was a tower-like giant, from the primeval forests of Germany, and after five years of inhuman training in the gladiatorial academy, he had become one of the most famous gladiators in all of Rome.

Today he was asked to fight a five-hundred-pound male lion, and only a short sword was given to him, and half of the audience thought that he was more than lucky this time, and the result was that he escaped death again and won the crazy screams of the audience.

The fight between the gladiators and the beast is over, and the next step is the fight between the gladiators.

The skinny mouse suddenly lost interest, and it felt like its stomach was "growling", and it wished that there was a fat goose in front of him, which was charred on the outside and tender on the inside. He looked down and saw that his cousin, the fat mouse, was gone.

"There must be delicious food in the big communal bath today, so I might as well go and join in the fun. Zeus, the little mouse, took the little fingers of his right hand in his mouth, and whistled long.

The cheers in the arena were earth-shattering, and the woman who was trampled under Zeus' feet did not notice the whistle at all.

A white dove flew in from outside the arena like a holy light, and it flapped its wings towards Zeus. Zeus jumped lightly and jumped on the back of the white dove, which did not stay in the air at all, and flew away with Zeus.

Zeus grabbed the feathers on the white dove's back with his little paws, leaned back, and in the blink of an eye, the dove had flapped its wings and flew out of the gladiatorial arena.

"Where are we going?" asked Zeus.

"Go to the big communal bath. Zeus gritted his teeth and smiled more vividly.

"Are you going to take a shower there? Don't you hate the smell the most?"

"There is a banquet in the large communal bath today, and in order to welcome the arrival of the emperor, the lounge there is full of delicacies. It is said that Hans had broken his belly yesterday there. ”

Hans, like Zeus, is a little mouse that lives in the gladiatorial arena, and Hans is notoriously greedy for his mouth, and where there is good food, he will burrow into it. Despite his small size, Hans was Zeus' henchman. However, Zeus didn't care about his little stinky problem, who let Hans always behave faithfully at critical times?

"Is Hans alright?" asked the white pigeon like a worried old mother.

"Fortunately, George was here yesterday, and he had already used herbs to help him induce vomiting, which saved his little life!"

"Where's George? Did he come to see the gladiatorial fight today?"

"Here, that pretending old ghost, after watching the first half, he slipped back to the big communal bath to take a shower. A mouse, who makes himself fragrant all day long, turns his head and goes to drill the underwear of those dignitaries, gnaws holes, and pours urine, and in turn feels that he is so angry, it really makes people laugh and lose their big teeth!"

"What about you?" asked the pigeon in a teasing tone.

"What's wrong with me? I'm so much more fearless than he is, does he have my guts and courage?"

The pigeon laughed infatuately and said no more.

Beneath them, the entire city of Rome was like a generous giant, opening its arms to them – the world-famous city of seven hills of incredible beauty. The white gold sun shines on it in the afternoon, and every marble brick wall reflects the sunlight, making every corner of the place seem to be full of light.

Not to mention the beautiful statues and monuments that fill the city. Countless holy temples and beautiful squares make this world capital seem luxurious and mysterious.

You can't help but fall in love with it just for a day here.

This also made Zeus unable to understand why the emperor didn't want such a glorious capital, but wanted to hide in the shabby Ranmi to live.

Just because the emperor is far away from his own mountains and rivers, it is really desirable to let Zeus wait!

It's been eight or nine years, thousands of days and nights, and Zeus really doesn't know how he got through!

It stands to reason that a mouse can't live that long, but who made it Zeus - it's a holy mouse like no other in the world!

Arriving at the large bath, Zeus rushed headlong into the lounge.

There is no one in this city of God who does not know this holy rat with great powers. On weekdays, he is quite low-key, so he is always elusive, just like just now, he would rather hide in the hair of the woman who sells alcohol than attract people's attention and chase in the gladiatorial arena.

But when he got here, he didn't care so much - he was really hungry, jumped on the table lined up in front of everyone, and immediately ate and drank.

Many nobles who had just finished bathing were sitting at the table, sipping wine and chatting comfortably.

Suddenly, they saw a white dove fly into the door, bringing with them a holy rat that seemed like a god to them, and for a moment they were a little flattered.

They all stood up and retreated, making room for the holy rat to eat. There were several old patriarchs who had to be supported by a group of subordinates to barely stabilize their trembling bodies.

Everyone in the lounge wanted to salute Zeus, but he grabbed a thin chicken bone and pouted at everyone disapprovingly.

"It's not a religious holiday today, so let's be exempt!" As a veritable holy rat, it is reasonable that he can speak people's mouths.

With that, he munched on it again.

"Holy rat with my lord," said a gray-haired senator who approached him respectfully, "you are a mouse, but you have boundless divine power, please predict for us what our chances of victory will be in this battle with the Visigoths, and will we be able to win as much as we did two years ago?"

Zeus rolled his eyes, obviously unhappy that someone was interrupting his meal—but secretly, he was very embarrassed.

The inhabitants of Rome knew about the situation of the battle on the front line, and of course it was thanks to the extensive transportation network in the Roman Empire - the smooth and wide Roman roads. And the open and secret battles behind the battle situation, no one can know except the commanders of the enemy and us.

But who made Zeus a holy mouse?

He just has all these hidden secrets in his hands, and none of the information can be hidden from him.

But those secret ulterior transactions must not be spoken, otherwise the entire empire will fall into turmoil.

Although in the final analysis, he was just a mouse, but since he was baptized by the blood of Jesus and illuminated by the light of Jesus' resurrection, he naturally understood the righteousness.

So, Zeus rolled his eyes, thought about it for a while, and then said sharply: "General Stiricus will be back tomorrow, can he not go to the Senate? Commanding the war is his business, why should I bother about this?"

"But this war is about the survival of the Roman Empire, doesn't the Holy Rat care at all?"

"If you care, why did you detain so many serfs when the general was conscripting, and didn't let them go to the army? You paid enough gold coins for Suledus, but didn't you hold on to the serfs to organize your own armed forces to defend your staggering farms?"

Suddenly being swept by the holy rat, the slightly trembling patriarch was ashamed and annoyed, but he couldn't do anything about this rat who had always done whatever he wanted, so he had to retreat to the back of the crowd little by little and take the opportunity to slip away.

Zeus couldn't help but feel a little proud, he held a goblet in one paw and put on a very majestic posture. He didn't want the cup to tilt and pour into a plate full of roast meat—Zeus still had some strength compared to other mice—which startled him. But he immediately showed a calm look of indifference, and took advantage of the situation to pick up a piece of beef stained with wine and feasted on it.

No one noticed an Egyptian in the crowd with a skin as black as charcoal, wrapped in a wide white robe, in which he was moving at this moment.

At first he put his arm around the thing, pressing it as hard as he could, but the thing grew more and more manic, and his master could hardly control it.

Coincidentally, when the old man retreated, he accidentally bumped into the Egyptian's body, which completely annoyed the things in the white robe, only to hear a "squeak", the placket of the robe was torn open a long opening, and a black shadow flew out of it - the black shadow went straight to the dining table, the Egyptian wanted to reach out and grab it, but where was the time!

The black shadow jumped onto the table, glaring at a pair of demonic green eyes, and fiercely approached Zeus.

As soon as Zeus glanced at the other party, his four paws went weak in fright—and the one who was close to him turned out to be a fierce black cat.

Although Zeus was a holy rat and was worshipped as a god in the city of Rome, he was still a mouse after all—how could a mouse not be afraid of a cat?

The black cat had already smelled the smell of rats, and the urge to prey was almost driving it crazy!

So now that the timing was right, she was as fast as she had gone mad, opened her mouth, and bit into it.

Those present wanted to rush to stop it, but it was too late.

Seeing Zeus being bitten into the mouth by a black cat, everyone gasped.

Several very pious old women could not stand the excessive fright, and all fainted for a while.

The Egyptian tried to pounce and break open his cat's mouth, but before he could do so, a golden figure slammed onto the table and bit the black cat's neck. The black cat couldn't bear the strength of the sharp teeth, and although she held on for a moment, she finally let go of her mouth.

Zeus, who was covered in saliva, fell back on the table with a "horn", and he was stunned and gasped for breath. But as soon as he saw that everyone was looking at him with sincere fear, he immediately cheered up again, stretched his waist vigorously, wiped a handful of sticky saliva from his face, and declared in a slightly trembling voice:

"Lord, always give you miracles when you are desperate, so that you can witness His greatness!"

With that, he fell straight down.