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As a result, it was as if a supersonic plane was flying overhead, and the breathtaking sound of breaking the air drowned out Gnevel in an instant.

Scraping a one-meter-deep ravine against the ground, the hot sand of Capua, and the gladiator's blood soaked in it, mixed with the tornado, and turned into part of the attack, completely shattering Gnavele's body.

Even though the amount of qi is only one-tenth of that of Gnevel, it is almost squandered in two attacks, and the power of these two attacks is no worse than that of Gnevel.

It was only with the help of the blood-colored totem that Li Lian could condense the "wind" to this extent, and overwhelm the demon god in terms of "quality".

At this time, the Kapua Arena completely collapsed.

The exterior walls all collapsed, and the flood water rushed down the auditorium towards the center.

The arena, which was less than a year old, the pride of Rome and the place of witness to the blood and tears of gladiators, was washed away by a man-made flood.

Gus, letting out a terrible roar, struggled to push the war ghost back, trudging through knee-high floods, his sheer force making a huge splash with every step.

"Griffith !!"

He, standing in the middle of the field, roared wildly, grabbed the upper and lower jaws of the Berserker's armor helmet with both hands, and tore it with all his might!

This man, who has been immersed in pain and madness all his life, at the last moment, actually relied on his own will to tear apart the helmet of the berserker armor and regain his senses!

The cry in his mouth is the person who has been entangled with him all his life.

Attracted by his dream of "building his own kingdom", which is very undesirable for the common people, like a bonfire in the dark, the man who calls himself Griffith gathers a group of friends around him and establishes the "Eagle Regiment" that unites everyone's dreams.

In the endless dark and depraved world of the Legend of Sword Wind, Gus was irrepressibly attracted by the warm bonfire.

However, he himself betrayed, and at the same time betrayed, or rather, all of them were betrayed.

Gus left Griffith because he felt that if he continued, he would always be under Griffith, and there would never be a day when he would be equal to him.

Because of Gus's departure, the emotionally uncontrollable Griffith made an intolerable mistake, and he was thrown into the dungeons of Windam, tortured by the angry king for a whole year, and tortured in every way when his identity as a woman was discovered.

A year later, Gus returned to the Eagle Regiment to bring someone to rescue him, but Gnavele's body had become disgusting even to herself.

At this time, in front of Gneve is a "Behlet", which is a creation of "God", and as long as Gnevelle dedicates her "most cherished things", then Behlet can help her accomplish anything impossible.

Gnavele's most cherished things are undoubtedly the "Eagle Regiment" that he single-handedly established, as well as Gus.

And her only purpose in living is to complete the obsession of "building her own country", which has continued from her previous life to the present.

No matter how painful it is, there is no need to hesitate to make this choice.

As a result, everything was sacrificed, and the entire glorious group of eagles was torn and devoured by countless demons, and Gnevel, following the law of cause and effect set by the "gods", became the "demon god Fermont".

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Gus, holding the remains of Gnevele, half of his chest with his head attached, and an arm.

The person in her arms was still expressionless, her silver mask shattered, revealing a white and immaculate face, with a hint of sarcasm at the corners of her mouth, for Gus as a person, and for the world.

Gus, with a roar, slashed the dragon sword across Gnavele's neck, and as long as it was gently cut, the hatred that lasted for a lifetime would be over.

His lover, his comrades-in-arms, everything, was destroyed by the woman in front of him. She did not repent, and once again used herself to be born again.

As long as you cut it down, everything can be over, but-

"You don't hate me anymore?" Gnevelle asked in a strange tone, half of the alveoli are exposed in the air, no matter how huge the "qi" is, it has to rely on **.

If it was the Sword Wind World, this kind of injury could be recovered in an instant, but now, it can't.

Gerry ...... Fez! ”

He struggled several times, struggling to press down the blade, but he couldn't move a single bit, instead shedding a line of blood and tears, and bulging green tendons appeared on his forehead.

"You'll just call me Griffith, even though I've already told you my real name."

She sneered, reaching for Gus with her remaining left hand, her sharp nails digging into his wound, tearing off a strand of flesh with both fingers.

She put Gus's flesh in her mouth and used her blood-stained fingers to apply lipstick to herself for the only time in her life.

Qianqian's thin fingers were wiped from the red lips, making her look more and more charming.

Such an image is far from the always calm and self-controlled Griffith in Gus's impression.

"Gus, it's not Casgaard at all, it's not me Griffith at all, it's Griffith that you've loved all your life! It's Griffith's man! Hahaha...... Haha......"

As if she had found something in the smell of flesh, Gnevelle laughed.

"Shut up!"

The blade sank into the skin and severed the throat without injuring the artery.

Gnavelle just tilted her head and silently mocked Gus, mocking him for falling in love with a man, the man he played as a woman.

The flood had already overflowed the chests of the two of them, and as far as the eye could see, a murky splash of water, like this filthy earthly world, tossing and turning.

Gnavel, however, took out a card and slapped it on Gus's body at a speed that was impossible for a dying person to have.

That is, the repatriation card, the person who made the contract, forcibly sent the plot characters back to their original world.

She secretly prepared one.

"Go back, haha, go back to that rotten world, and then, hate me forever!"

In the center of the flood, shrill laughter, furious roars, Gus's body became more and more blurred, and until the last moment, the dragon slaying sword could not be cut down.

"Hate me forever......" echoed in Gus's ears for a long time, it was Gnevere's shrivele, not "Griffith's", and this time, Gus, remember.

Hatred and love are unforgettable.

Gus, a man, will eventually carry the dragon sword in the sword wind world for a lifetime, kill the devil alone, hate for a lifetime, recall the happiness of the Eagle Regiment for a lifetime, love and hate for a lifetime, and be a berserker for a lifetime.

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The Ludes Training Ground, which is too high to be flooded.

Batitas, tugging at a tuck of hair, carried in his hand a dead human head, which belonged to Solorion.

He staggered open the door of the training ground, and the gladiators stood neatly in the field.

"Hahaha, revenge, Ludia, you can also look at the spirit of the sky."

He shouted, knelt on the edge of the cliff, wept bitterly, and then smashed Solorion's head from side to side on the sand, pulling his hair and smashing it against the stone wall until his brain splattered all over his body, and then he fell to the ground, "Ludia, I love you...... Oh Venus is on top, I love you, Ludia......"

He cried and vented bitterly, and after a long time, he finally realized that something was wrong around him.

Here, it's too quiet, not a single guard, not a single slave, just ...... Gladiator!

"Spartacus, what does that mean!"

He finally discovered that each gladiator had a weapon in his hand, not a wooden sword for training, but a real sword.

These were supposed to be protected by guards, and the gladiators were absolutely inaccessible until they were allowed to do so.

"You've lost a loved one, and you're in so much pain, so why do you have to let someone else suffer the same thing?"

Spartacus, step by step, trembling with his sword-gripping hand.

"You murderer, just to bind me, you killed my wife, right in front of me, and treated me like a clown!" Spartacus, kicked Batitas in the chest, and roared, "Do you know what love is for people like you!" ”

"No!" Batitas frantically got up and pounced on Spartacus, yelling, "I love her! I'm willing to give everything for her! You mere slave, what do you know! What if you kill it! The wife of a mere slave, compared to my Ludia, Ludia ......"

Batitas's face was gloomy, and under the siege of nearly a hundred gladiators, he kept chanting Ludia's name, staggering in circles, and finally tripped himself and fell to the ground, his muddy tears dripping in the dirt, and he was embarrassed.

"You slave, have you forgotten the curse in your body! Don't want to rebel against me! ”

It was only then that Battitas remembered that he was about to take his life with a curse.

However, nothing happened.

The methods taught by the warlocks have no effect.

"Your filthy methods have long been useless to me, Batitas, you will die here today."

The sword, which lay across Batitas's neck, was a rough and chipped-out blade that cut through the skin easily.

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be where you are today!" Batitas's face was hideous, "Your life is my gift!" I will help you obey the destiny of heaven and become the most powerful gladiator! ”

"Then ......," said Spartacus, whose face was cold, "you should die for it!" ”

With a sword slashing through his neck, Spartacus had no intention of torturing a loved one who had also lost his beloved, even if it was his enemy.

Even the culprit who killed his wife is truly in love with someone.

Batitas, holding his hands on his throat, which was constantly spurting blood, twitched on the sand, letting the blood stick together with the dust and become the color he was most familiar with.

He couldn't speak, his lips were still squirming, and he kept crying, Ludia, my Ludia......

Although the heart is ruthless, although the heart is higher than the sky, but still love so deeply, the so-called good and evil, sometimes it is really difficult to distinguish.

"Blood debt must be paid in blood!" Spartacus stared at the gladiators, including Kress, who had just recovered from his injuries, "It's been too long since we've been living and losing ourselves!" And in the future, none of this will happen, and the life of a brother is not a plaything for entertainment! I know that this may not be what you want, but at this point, you are set free to go on your own, or ...... Everyone worked together to overthrow Rome!! ”

"Ahh......h

Hundreds of gladiators, the roar that resounded through Rome, the most legendary slave revolt in the entire history of Europe, starting with a mere hundred gladiators, across the whole of Rome, almost overthrowing the most powerful empire in European history.

And, because of the intervention of the reincarnation, can the inevitable fate of failure be reversed?

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1. Opinions, suggestions, and criticisms are all welcome, and they must be refined, just forget about brainless spraying.

2, although blood and sand can still drag on a few chapters, but the chewing is tasteless, so it's shorter.

3, I really didn't expect this book to be so good, I'm still very happy, in short, thank you for your support~