Those two "divine beasts" have been driven back to the gladiatorial arena, and the subjects are crazy about them!

But Arya was about to be blown up, was Stillico deaf in his ears? Or was his brain filled with horse urine! He actually carried the Emperor to his horse, and whispered to him affectionately and hugged him like a father who took his son on an outing!

That's not what she wants her subjects to see and learn!

Why didn't he push his son in front of the "divine beast" and let him swing his sword to assassinate him? Even if he couldn't do it, he should be made to be more fearless and magnanimous, so that his subjects would cheer for him and be full of respect for him!

With so many soldiers present, anyone who shoots an arrow can kill the "divine beast", and her son will be frightened at most, but what is it?

Arya could see that the general, like her son, did not want the "divine beast" to be harmed. They really regarded her and the little cub as "divine beasts", but in Arya's eyes, they were just two shocking "props"!

She wants to use them to win the hearts of the people for her son!

Her good intentions Stirico didn't understand, this is really unforgivable, and she can't tolerate it!

She wanted to pounce on him and tear him to shreds now!

Look at his accustomed virtue, the love and arrogance on her son's face, this overflowing paternal love seems cheap and disgusting to her as much as a piece of shit!

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So, she had just done something very secretive, she took advantage of the chaos of the gladiators pouring into the arena and secretly released the python on her shoulder.

Right now, the snake has crawled to the feet of the "Divine Beast", and the next second it will wrap around the body of the big white tiger, and then stretch out its fangs and bite her fiercely, completely angering her, the Bengal tiger king!

The general was also looking at her, his eyes very tangled and timid—that he would only show her.

Arya turned her gaze and smiled at him with both disdain and coquettishness, and she saw the corners of his mouth twitch violently, and she had hurt him deeply again, and Arya instantly felt a kind of pleasure that she desperately needed!

The marble powder spread on the field was so thick that the python was able to hide under it by burrowing into it. The sun was shining violently again, and the subjects in the stands cast their eyes on the field, and all they could see was almost a large reflection of white flowers.

The python crawled very fast, and Arya followed her out of the corner of her eye, and when she saw that she was very close to the Great White Tiger, she suddenly grabbed the reins on the backs of the two horses and struck them very roughly.

The two horses raised their hooves at the same time and neighed violently.

Her son looked at her in amazement, not knowing what she wanted to do.

The horses galloped and rushed into the gladiatorial arena like a furious gallop.

The subjects in the stands cheered loudly, and their queen mother looked so heroic at this moment, as if she were the embodiment of Athena, the goddess of war: her long black hair and golden dress fluttered wildly in the wind, blurring her beauty, but infinitely magnifying it in the eyes of her subjects!

She drove to the Emperor, and Sterico and Honorius on horseback were stunned, and the general had no idea that his beloved had gone mad to such a point:

I saw that she raised a hand, grabbed her son's shoulder, and pulled it down with all her might, and the young and thin emperor was dragged to the ground.

He apparently fell hard, let out a high-pitched scream when he landed, and then rolled forward a few more times. When he turned over in horror, Stirico saw tears of grief in his eyes.

At this moment, the python suddenly came out from under the marble powder, opened its blood-red mouth wide, and the watery snake core stretched straight out in the air like a sword, and pounced on the big white tiger.

She wanted to bite the throat of the big white tiger, but she was so anxious that when she jumped up, the marble powder of the white flowers that was brought up unexpectedly revealed her whereabouts. As the "divine beast" of the Bengal Tiger King, how alert and alert she was, she reacted suddenly, fell to the side, and hurriedly turned over.

When the little white tiger saw that his mother had been attacked, he immediately jumped up and went to pounce on the python. The big white tiger hadn't completely turned over, but as soon as she saw her son's rash move, she immediately felt a tense body, and after quickly getting up, she wanted to hold her son down with the tiger's claws.

"Don't, Meng'er, that python is poisonous!"

His mother's words reminded Meng'er, but he couldn't stop it.

The python man erected his stout, soft body, opened his mouth wide, and bit at Meng'er, who already felt the edge of her fangs.

But a brute force rushing from nowhere suddenly threw him to the ground, and the rapid landing pain made Meng'er's internal organs shrink together, and he let out a loud roar. Large expanses of white powder flew up, blurring his vision, but he still vaguely saw something shiny, in the hands of the man in the prime of life on the horse.

Of course, Men'er knew that person, who had driven their mother and son to the end of the road, and finally set a trap like a net to capture them.

He hated this man!

As the powder dissipated, he gradually saw clearly the glowing thing in his hand, which turned out to be an unsheathed sword, and the man in the prime of life just now used it to stop Meng Er in mid-air and save his life.

But Meng Er didn't appreciate it, he endured the severe pain in his body, jumped up with a scream, and made a gesture to pounce.

Before, his mother had been by his side, and he knew that she was afraid that her son would act rashly, so he had to force himself and press hard.

Now he couldn't do so much anymore, he just wanted to pounce on the man and bite through the man's throat and listen to him scream and die.

The big white tiger jumped over and stopped in front of his son: "What are you going to do?"

Before Meng Er could open his mouth to answer, a large white flower suddenly fell in front of his eyes, and then his body shrank together-the big net in the hands of the two soldiers was covered by the head of the little white tiger, and then they rolled their hands back, and with a forceful lift, the net tightened.

When the big white tiger saw that her son was caught, she immediately fell into shock. She screamed to pounce on it, but suddenly felt a sharp pain.

The python finally found the opportunity to sneak attack, and she opened her mouth wide to completely expose her fangs, and the transparent venom was already flowing down the two white fangs. She spotted the Great White Tiger's flank ribs, which were the closest to the heart, and then soared into the air, plunging forward, piercing its fangs deep into the flesh of the Great White Tiger.

The big white tiger fell heavily to the ground, and her body twitched twice in a terrible way.

Seeing that his mother was being attacked in such a despicable way, the little white tiger was mad and even more anxious to go crazy.

He struggled desperately in the net, but the two soldiers on the horses were very strong, and they dragged the little white tiger and ran to the golden carriage in an instant. They lifted the big net together, and with a flick of it in the air, the little white tiger was thrown in. Then he heard a loud "bang", and the carriage was tightly shut.

The little white tiger endured the pain, he used his hands and feet together, and kept biting with his teeth, so that the big net broke a hole. At that moment, he heard a frenzied cheer from the stands outside, which almost brought his heart to a halt.

"Long live my emperor, the majesty of Rome!"

He quickened the movement of his hands and feet, and his teeth were biting too hard, and blood was already flowing from his mouth, but he couldn't do much more. Finally, the hole was torn wide enough by him, and he rolled over, rushed out, and came under the nearest ventilation hole, and jumped up with all his might, but he couldn't reach it.

Suddenly, he looked at the inside of the locked carriage, and a thought flashed through his mind, and then he rushed forward with all his might.

The carriage is mounted on two wheels and is not connected to the vehicle. The little white tiger remembered this, and he hit the inner wall again and again, and the carriage soon lost its balance on the wheels.

He felt like his body must have been shattered, because the sharp pain from the ferocious attack was too intense, but he couldn't care about it at all.

The two soldiers standing in front of the carriage heard the crash inside, and at first thought that the little white tiger was just trying to rush out. But after a few sounds, they saw that the carriage was tilted, and the horses they had stepped on were frightened, and led them back again and again.

At this moment, the little white tiger rushed into the hard, cold inner wall again, and then, he felt a series of whirlwinds—the carriage finally toppled to the ground!

The little white tiger's body was bounced up, but immediately fell down hard. He let out a "whoosh" and a sweet breath rushed up his throat, forcing him to open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The subjects in the stands were stunned by this scene, and they all got up and looked at the overturned golden carriage in the center of the field. The little white tiger struggled to get up inside, and now he could finally see his mother outside.

Mom was looking at him anxiously, but her huge body was no longer obedient. The young emperor held his sword in front of her, and every time she made a gesture to get up, he would swing his sword and pounce on it, making a gesture of chopping.

The mother was obviously seriously injured, and she could only move slightly each time, and then returned to the young emperor with a wild roar. But even if he hadn't stopped her, she probably wouldn't have been able to get up.

The venom that the python bit into her body attacked so quickly that the big white tiger felt cold all over, as if all her muscles and bones had been emptied, so she couldn't exert any strength. Her vision began to blur, her mind was irretrievably distracted, and soon she couldn't even see the boy with the sword in front of her.

Finally, she staggered to her feet as best she could, but now she just wanted to fall to the ground, lying there and gasping for breath, but she was looking hard at the side of the golden carriage - her son was locked up, and the carriage had just toppled over again, and oh my God, he wasn't hurt, was he?

At this time, she heard the thin boy in front of her suddenly cry: "Queen Mother, I stopped her, and the subjects cheered for me, is it enough! Why did you release the python to bite her, do you have an antidote? Save her!"

Arya glared at her son, and was about to become angry: "She is hopeless! What are you hesitating about?

"I wanted to surprise Andy! He wanted to see this 'divine beast' in his dreams!"

"To hell with your Andy! There are no dragons to slay in this era, but your father, when he was your age, slaughtered countless tigers, lions, and wolves in this gladiatorial arena! This is the only chance you have to live to this day to gain prestige and increase your popularity! Listen to me, stab it!"

"But I don't want to kill her! I've never seen such a beautiful 'divine beast', she is God's greatest creature, and killing her will be punished!"

"Then I'll kill your Andy!" Arya couldn't take it anymore, she screamed, "I'm going to sacrifice him tonight!

"No, Queen Mother, I beg you!"

"Then you're going to kill her!"

Honorius turned his head to look at his stepfather, with a distressing look in his eyes for help.

Stirico was looking at him in reluctance, but he had realized that Arya had done it with good intentions. This is what this child must endure, and whoever lets fate put a crown on him, willingly or not, he must bear that weight.

"Heaven has dedicated this 'divine beast' to you, my majesty, and you too will become a great king for the rest of your subjects—in the hearts of your subjects—by stabbing her sword!" he said to Yoshiko in a deep and unquestioning voice.

Honorius felt a kind of oppression in his heart that he had never felt before, and it made him miserable. He turned his gaze to look at the beautiful "Divine Beast" and noticed that blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth. She stood there, fearless and weak, noble and pathetic. She shook more and more, and almost collapsed several times, but with an astonishing perseverance, she was able to support her huge body that had been completely destroyed by the venom.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt his gaze burning, and it was the hot tears pouring out of his eyes.

He really couldn't bear to kill this "divine beast", he couldn't do it at all. To this day, this innocent child has never harmed any living being. The thought of his hands about to be covered with blood made him feel incredibly guilty.

"She's a mother too, and she has such a small tiger cub, what will he do if she dies?" he muttered, looking vaguely at the hard, cold heart of his mother as he watched the words that came out of his belly.

"Come on, let's go to the palace and drag that Andy here!" Arya raised her hand and ordered loudly as she pointed at the soldiers present. "I'm going to tie him to the cross, splash his face with hot oil, and unleash the beast to tear his bewildered little goblin to shreds!"

"No, Queen Mother!" Honorius threw his sword to the ground and quickly knelt down.

"Then stab it down, according to the heart of the 'divine beast', quickly!"

Suddenly, an earth-shattering roar rang out beside them, and then Honorius saw an astonishing white light leap into the air in front of him. He hurriedly fixed his eyes to see, it turned out that the Great White Tiger had tried his last strength to jump over him and pounce on the golden carriage.

Honorius stood up and watched as the Great White Tiger struggled to finish the few steps, and although she was dying, her movements still looked so toned, elegant, and full of amazing strength.

She threw herself on the carriage and yelled at the vent, and the little white tiger inside was also screaming back, and the cry sounded both poignant and tragic.

"My Meng'er, you have to live, promise me that you must return to Bangladesh!"

"Mommy, Mommy!"

All the subjects present held their breath, they looked at this tragic scene, but they did not feel sad, let alone feel that the queen mother was cruel. They were all anxiously waiting for the sword that His Majesty had stabbed at him, and they were ready for the hardest cheers and the warmest praises. But their Emperor His Majesty, although he had a sword in his hand, was still hesitating.

Arya couldn't wait any longer, her son had never made her feel so frustrated, let alone so resentful! She rushed out of the chariot and grabbed her son's hand holding the sword, but with a shake of Honor's wrist, the sword fell to the ground with a "bang".

The subjects gasped, and for the first time in thousands of years, the Romans had seen such a scene.

Arya was furious, and she slapped her son with her hand: "You actually dropped the sword in your hand! There is no emperor like you in Rome!" she roared hoarsely, "What are you doing when you pick it up?"

Honorius was so dazed that he bent down to pick up the sword in a daze, and before he could straighten up, the queen mother grabbed his wrist and ran forward. He was dragged out dozens of meters quickly, and almost fell down several times in the middle, but he was ruthlessly put up by the queen mother.

The Queen Mother was so powerful, and so angry, he felt that she was completely burning!

He didn't even see anything clearly, and the sword stabbed out.

"Poof", straight into the throat of the big white tiger, impartial.

The big white tiger was still screaming, and suddenly her mouth froze, and her eyes were about to fall out, and the last call to her son was shattered!

The little white tiger watched the long sword pierce his mother's neck, and watched her fall in front of him in a daze, and at that moment he went crazy!

He screamed and roared, desperately banging against the vent, but his cry was suppressed by the cheers that rose from the stands:

The subjects of the Luo people also went crazy, and they were all jumping and screaming, hugging and kissing each other tightly. Countless flowers, delicacies, gems and spices were thrown into the venue, and they chanted:

"Long live my emperor, long live Rome!"

At this moment, these thousands of subjects felt a joy and satisfaction that they had never felt before.

Honoliu's eyes widened, looking at the sword in his hand, at the few pieces of blood splashed on his hand, he wanted to shout, wanted to use his other hand to grab his hair, but he just couldn't move.

Suddenly, he felt his wrist be pulled again, and the queen mother pulled out her sword with all her strength.

For a moment, blood spurted out of the throat of the great white tiger, spraying all over the world, and splashing all over Huo Nuoliu's body. He was completely stunned by this baptism of blood!

The blood was extremely hot, with a wild fragrance, but he clearly saw that the big white tiger twitched on the ground twice more, and then never moved again.

The subjects screamed in horror, as if they were enchanted!

"General, come, you peel off this tiger skin for Your Majesty with your own hands, and I will use it to make the most beautiful imperial robe for Your Majesty!"

The queen mother's voice rang in Honorius's ears again, and she raised her voice as high as she could, so that her subjects could hear it. But to Honorius, the sound was far away, as if it came from the far reaches of the sky.

"Yes!"

The general had jumped off his horse, and he came over, knelt down, and took the sword from the emperor's hand, which was about to fall again.

He strode to the corpse of the great white tiger, with a complicated expression of excitement, pride, regret and reluctance in his eyes, and took a deep look at the "divine beast".

Suddenly, he felt a powerful light coming at him.

He looked up and saw the little white tiger lying on the vent, looking at him with an indescribably fierce look: a look that shocked Stilico and made him feel a rare fear.

"What are you waiting for, do it!" the Queen Mother urged angrily.

The general lifted his sword and was about to stab it when suddenly a loud "bang" sounded in front of him, and his heart immediately tugged. He quickly set his eyes on the golden carriage, and through the lion's head vent, he saw that the little white tiger had fallen inside, and he couldn't move.