"OK, let's get into the plot of the Roman court drama from today." Qi Wuce, who woke up in the morning, was full of vitality and corrected his last misplaced rib back to its original position.

Relying on some of the materials he obtained from the Chimera, Qi Wuce recovered his internal injuries to the point where he could barely use the magic circuit.

To be able to use magic is more than enough to protect itself at least in today's Roman Empire.

Chewing on the treated Claws of Chaos, Qi Wuxue waited for Nero or Abius to take him out of the cage.

It would have been great if it had been Nero's men, but if it had been from Abius......

Then Qi Wuce had to stage a golden cicada on the street.

The cell was terriblely quiet, there were many dead and wounded in yesterday's fighting beasts, and the few surviving fighting beasts were all lifeless, and the already silent cell added to the heavy and dead atmosphere.

The sound of conversation faintly reached Qi Wuce's ears outside the cell door.

Looking towards the open cell door, a group of heavily armed soldiers walked in, and when they saw this, they were helpless and said that it was not good.

"The Beast Fighter is helpless, is he? Come with us, I want to see you. ”

My lord...... His pupils shrank slightly, Qi Wuce's face remained unchanged, and he got up and walked to the door of the cell and stretched out his hands together.

"Yes, for the sake of your acquaintance, we won't embarrass you along the way." The soldier in the lead sneered as he ordered his men to handcuff Qi Wuce and tie his hands together.

With a Roman dagger around his neck and a spear on his waist, a dozen heavily armed elite soldiers escorted Qi Wuce out of the dungeon.

The dazzling sunlight made Qi Wuce's eyes squint slightly, and after a short period of adaptation, Qi Wuce, who had recovered his vision, quietly observed the surrounding terrain.

Every door, every small window, every sentry, all of them were memorized in their minds to construct a vague topographic map.

Where do you go...... Qi Wuce retrieved his memories, and to be honest, he didn't know much about Rome.

Walking out of the Colosseum, looking at the iron-cast prisoner cart in front of him, Qi Wuyi's head turned quickly, and if he didn't make a decision, he could only run away with fate.

At this moment, a towering and gorgeous building appeared in Qi Wuce's sight. The memory that had been sinking for a long time resurfaced in his mind, and Qi Wuce's eyes lit up and he immediately decided on his goal.

If he could get there, let alone an Abyus, even the current Roman Emperor Claudius would not be able to easily move him.

The Pantheon, the place dedicated to the gods of present-day Rome, the home of all Roman beliefs. Needless to say, the fanaticism of feudal society for the belief in gods has been dominated by divine power throughout most of Western history.

And the relationship between Qi Wuce and the Roman gods is a relationship between superiors and subordinates, as the Roman gods who transformed from the Olympian gods, there is a group of them, all of whom are Qi Wuce's younger brothers.

I was worried about how to get in touch with the Roman gods before, but now it seems that I don't have to worry about it at all. The Pantheon served as a place of communication between the Romans and the Roman gods, and the hearts of the worshippers could naturally reach the heavens.

Hundreds of years have passed, and Artemis, that little fool, should return to Olympus no matter what he says.

Qi Wuce analyzed the current situation, there were shackles under his feet, and there were sharp knives and sharp blades around him, and the only breakthrough was only his hands tied by hemp rope.

But...... There are only a few hemp ropes, Qi Wuce has a hundred ways to break free, but this Roman short sword around his neck and the spear on his waist have to distract these soldiers before he can get out.

Forcibly breaking through the blockade with martial arts? Qi Wuce glanced at the nervous soldiers next to him, he wasn't sure if the frightened soldiers would cut off his head with a shake of their hands.

Thinking about it, the only way to escape is to use magic to escape, but the little magic circuit he has just recovered is about to enter a state of exhaustion again.

Qi Wuce slowly turned his head to look at the soldier on the right with the sword on his neck and said, "Can you help me call your captain, I have a question for him." ”

Fortunately, most Romans have the characteristic of worshipping the strong, and Qi Wuce's previous deeds of killing the Chimera in the Colosseum made him have a high status in the eyes of this group of soldiers, at least higher than that of ordinary Roman citizens.

Seeing that Qi Wuce's request was not too much, the escort soldiers were not embarrassed. After a notification, the captain of the soldiers came to Qi Wuce.

The captain of the soldiers was on guard, his right hand was very close to the hilt of the sword at his waist, and if Qi Wuce made any changes, he could pull out the sword in a flash.

"If you have any questions, say it." In a simple sentence, it is obvious that the spirit of the captain of the soldier has been tense.

This is not a good sign, just like the battlefield against the enemy, and the same is true for running away. If the detainees do not show their flaws, the escape will end in failure nine times out of ten.

As a battle-hardened Roman elite, if there is no interference from external forces, these soldiers who are helpless to escort Qi will probably not have the slightest flaw until the end of the mission.

Therefore, Qi Wuce had to use the power of words to create a chance for himself to escape.

"Are you Abi......

The soldier captain's pupils shrank, Qi Wuce knew in his heart, and then a powerful impact that erupted from Qi Wuce's body was about to push all the soldiers to the ground.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, Qi Wuru's hands broke free from the shackles of the hemp rope, his left hand struck the wrist of the sword-wielding soldier, and his right hand snatched the short sword from the hands of the soldier who had not yet fallen.

Cut through the iron leg cuffs, and then quickly meet the sword blade swung by the captain of the soldiers, all in one go.

After briefly forcing the captain of the soldiers, Qi was helpless and retreated, and a vertical leap stuck to the wall, and with the help of the wall, he jumped over the heads of the soldiers who rushed to support.

Qi Wuce rushed into the streets of Rome, separated from all the soldiers a hundred meters away, and then escaped into the crowd that had not yet reacted.

He took a piece of clothing and draped it over his body, and a bulging money bag appeared in Qi Wuru's hand.

A handful of shiny dinars (ancient Roman currency) were thrown into the air, causing a wave of confusion in the crowd.

After throwing out all the silver coins, he took advantage of the chaos and climbed to the roof of a house.

Due to Roman architecture, Qi Wuru was able to move on the rooftops to avoid being pursued by most Roman soldiers. Compared with the large number of soldiers who can't hide on the road, these dark posts arranged on the roofs are obviously easier to deal with.

After determining the direction of the Pantheon, Qi Wuce hurried to the northwest.