Voices, boiling human voices, came from all directions, and even the sand and dust in the air were shaken.

The climate here is very dry, and it is the driest time of the year, and every drop of water needs to be carefully stored in a clay flask to prevent evaporation.

Most of the people standing in the stands had cracked lips, but they endured the scorching sun above their heads without the slightest idea of dodging.

It's just because, compared to the heat, the "show" that will start soon has an overwhelming allure.

Here, it is an oval arena, the size of a track and field stadium in later generations.

However, unlike the sports field, there is only one type of activity that takes place here.

A "movement" that would make the citizens of Kapua, under the scorching sun, come here and let out a hoarse roar despite their chapped lips, like a madman.

"Citizens of Capua!"

An old hand stretched out from the main stand to calm the noise of the field.

"I'm honored to introduce you to the ultimate warrior of the Battitas family from the Ludes Training Grounds!"

The old man bowed back and gave up the right to speak to a young man, who was the current head of the Battitas family.

"Well, the first to come out is the Thracians! Spartacus! ”

The man has a talent for mobilizing the atmosphere, and with a pull of his right hand, he points to the steel fence at the end of the arena. Then, a burly man, looming behind a blood-stained bar.

Suddenly, cheers erupted, and the fanatical spectators, chanting Spartacus' name, were waiting for the figure to come out of the shadows.

"On the field of Senator Abilis! He achieved a brilliant victory, single-handedly defeating four gladiators of Solorion! Four! ”

He held up four fingers and stirred up the enthusiasm of the spectators again.

Just half a month ago, a man named Spartacus, at least now named Spartacus, had already been sentenced to death, but he miraculously killed four executed gladiators in his wounded body, and thus received a reduced sentence and was sentenced to slavery.

From that moment on, his fate was nailed to this blood-stained sand land forever.

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"Bang" ......

It's the sound of shields clashing.

"When"......

It's the sound of blades colliding.

The sound itself is not good, it can even be said to be harsh, but it is like a poison, and all the spectators are intoxicated.

Spartacus attacked with all his might, the short sword in his right hand struck the enemy's shield with a very high frequency, the whistling sound of breaking through the air was clearly audible even from the stands, and the fierce wind blew the sand under his feet away.

The Thracian has been war-torn for a long time, he has grown up in blood and fire since he was a child, and he is as familiar as eating and sleeping with his blade.

However, the enemy, who should have fallen to the ground and died in an instant, was able to swim in the onslaught of Spartath.

The huge iron hoop shield stood firmly in front of Spartacus's blade, and although each sword was heavy enough to sink into steel, his shield-bearing hand did not waver in the slightest, like a rock.

If you get close enough, you can hear the giant shield warrior let out a light-hearted mockery of Spartacus's incompetence in the middle of the battle.

"Come on!"

With a roar, the Giant Shield Warrior seized the moment of Spartacus' exhaustion after a round of scramble, ducked the blade, and then turned back and slammed Spartacus in the back with a ferocious shield strike.

The giant shield of more than thirty pounds, with a terrible scream, easily knocked Spartacus into the air, spanning a distance of more than ten meters, and smashed straight into the wall of the arena.

Blood spurted out of its mouth, stirring up a mist of blood, and finally melted into the sandy land that was as insatiable as the mouth of a monster!

Spartacus was defeated, at the hands of Capua, and probably the strongest gladiator in all of Rome.

Now, the sword of the Giant Shield Warrior, across his neck, will be terminated with a slight stroke.

"Capua! You guys! Do you want me to cut it down!! ”

The Giant Shield Warrior raised his head to the sky and roared, and a loud voice overshadowed the noise of the entire arena, burrowing into the eardrums of every spectator, asking their souls-

――Do you want to see blood splattered? More blood! More deaths! Come, make you more happy!?

The answer is that you don't have to think about it.

The women, frantically tearing open their chests, frantically facing the giant shield warriors, screaming the only word in their mouths.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! ……”

Countless roars echoed neatly in the arena, and perhaps, these spectators were even more unsatisfied than this sandy land.

"Capua! You guys! Do you want me to cut it down!! ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! ……”

"Capua!! Do you want me to cut it down! You guys!! Want to see his blood! ”

The giant shield warrior asked three times in a row, and the answer was louder than the other, and finally resounded through the sky, just one word, but it condensed the most brutal and primitive ** of human beings.

Spartacus, whose internal organs were severely condensed, his eyes, stared deeply into the string tied to his right arm, which was his wife, his love, the only motivator for him to live.

He seemed to hear the gentle whispers of his wife in his ear half a year ago, and smelled the scent of grass in his hometown.

Run along the banks of the Grandmother's River and listen to the Thracian elders tell stories of their youth.

He can't forget everything, he can't give it up, he can't let it go.

So, he raised two fingers and, in the most humiliating gesture, begged for forgiveness from his enemies.

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So, Spartacus survived, because Batitas spent a lot of money on him and was unwilling to let it go.

The price was that the entire arena was full of dissatisfaction with Batitas.

For Batitas, who was already in financial crisis, the situation was exacerbated.

As a gladiator trainer, there's nothing more terrible than losing the enthusiasm of your audience.

Thankfully, though, he still had a hand.

"Now, than the fledgling Spartacus, there is a more exciting, more rare battle, which the whole republic has never seen!"

Batitas shouted from the stands, and at first no one paid attention to him until he heard what he was saying.

"Can't be overstated, Batitas, you have to come up with something practical." The old man on one side reminded solemnly that he was the archon of Capua, and he was the one who spoke at the beginning.

"Yes, of course, you won't be disappointed." Batitas replied confidently, and then faced the stands, and the spectators, who were already preparing to leave, were really interested in Batitas's words again.

"That's right! This is a battle that the entire republic has never seen! Great warriors from the Far Away, Eastern Kingdoms on the other side of the sea! Come here and find an opponent worth fighting! Their ship, which has crossed 158 great storms, has his feet stained with the dirt at the end of the world! ”

Batitas shouted in a high-pitched voice, stretching out his hand to the iron fence, "Come out, brave warriors of the Eastern Kingdom, in this land where Rome shines brightly!" Fight to your heart's content! Here, there are the best fighters in the whole world who will not disappoint you! ”

The iron fence was lifted off.

Yes, not open, but by a hand, gently pushed, as if hit by a truck, twisted and deformed, flew over a distance of more than twenty meters, smashed into the arena, stirred up a cloud of dust.

A figure, considered very burly even among Europeans, walked out of the open door.

The entire arena was silent.

The loud sound of the iron fence being knocked away echoed throughout the venue for a long time.

In the main stand, a mysterious man in a robe next to the white-haired archon was close to his ear and seemed to say something.

The consul was stunned for a moment, and then immediately asked Batitas, "Who is he?" Why is there no gladiator's 'shackles' on his body? ”

Batitas looked hesitant, but still said, "Your Excellency, I am not lying, he does claim to be from the Far Eastern Kingdom, and he has come here purely for the pleasure of fighting, Your Excellency...... He's a ...... Free man. ”

"Batitas! Do you mean 'not disappointed' by letting an unidentified free man into the Capua Arena? The consul was visibly angry.

"Please be angry...... Actually, if you've watched this game, you'll know a little bit about it......"

Batitas still haunts his half-collapsed house that rolled into the cliff.

The mysterious, giant god-like man, who claimed to have come from the Far Eastern kingdoms and had spent his life searching for a true opponent, suddenly appeared in front of him and asked himself, "Is there a strong enough warrior in this land?" And he replied - yes!

Yes, from the moment he saw him, Battitas felt that this was an opportunity for his family's revival, and if he could take this incomparably strong warrior for his own use, then ......

So, he took advantage of the night to instruct the warlock of the family to secretly put a "shackle curse" on the Far Eastern warrior, as long as the curse is successful, he must become a lowly slave like other gladiators, and any resistance will fall to the ground and die suddenly under a thought of Batitas.

This is a shackle in the absolute sense of the word, and until now, even the strongest gladiators have not been able to break free.

And, as a result of calculating this Far Eastern warrior, his house was half collapsed, and he rolled off the cliff along with a few cubic meters of earth and rock.

Batitas was not killed, because it was a shame for that warrior to kill such a weak ordinary person, and he asked Batitas to arrange for the strongest warrior to fight him, and Batitas did not have any reason to object.

Now, although the process is a little tortuous, and it is even a little difficult to tell who is the master, this Far Eastern warrior is indeed fighting for Batitas.

Be clear about this, and it is enough.

"Citizens of Kapua! Our champion, the god of war of Capua, the strongest gladiator who tortured the Jackal Twins two months ago, the Gauls, Cress! The biggest challenge ever! The warriors of the Far East are terrible monsters that can twist steel!

He and the god of war of Capua, which is stronger or weaker! Let's look forward to it!! ”

“……！”

Countless roars came from the stands, enveloping the two people on the field, endless fanaticism and bloodthirstiness, it was these beasts who did not know how to eat.

"Tut, this atmosphere, Lao Tzu likes it very much." The Far Eastern soldiers, who came empty-handed, took out their cigars from their bosoms, lit them with the movement of two fingers, and looked around with their heads held high, taking in the appearance of the visitors.

Although he looked up, he gave people the coercion of the overlord's arrival.

"I've been fighting all my life, but I've never seen this kind of scene, yes, yes, Lao Tzu's interest is here!"

The war ghost, throwing away the cigarette butt and looking at his prey with the eyes of a hunter, will the champion of Capua, the giant shield warrior Cress, fall today?

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At this time, in the north corner of the arena, two people in black cloaks stood among the spectators, untouched by the frenzy of the spectators.

"Here we are." A cold male voice came from under the cloak.

"Hehe, I really can't escape your wind reason. So, let's start hunting. The other female voice responded, expectantly.

On the field, off the field, the battle on both sides began at the same time.

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1, "Spartacus" and "Spartan 300" really have nothing to do with each other, it is estimated that many people misunderstand it.

2. The battle that is about to start, and some people who are hostile to reincarnation want to play it...... I promise I'll get rid of it soon...... It's best to design a legal character.