Shen Leling found a place to sit down, and because she was dressed as a nobleman, the people in the gladiatorial arena did not stop her.

But after she sat down, he walked up to her and sold tickets with a smile.

Shen Leling couldn't understand his chatter, and looked at Zichen.

Zichen casually took out a small piece of gold and handed it to the man, who was very excited and spoke more energetically.

But Zichen just waved his hand, so the man retreated abruptly.

"What did he say?" Shen Leling asked.

Zichen pointed at the giant lion: "He asked if you wanted to bet, or if there were any brave slaves under your command who wanted to challenge the giant lion." ”

"Now the odds of killing the giant lion have reached three hundred and fifty to one."

Shen Leling frowned: "How could a mortal defeat such a demon beast?" ”

"There may also be strong ones among the slaves, and some nobles will specialize in cultivating some particularly powerful slaves, so let's not make any extraneous branches, just watch silently." Zichen said.

He knew Rome well, having ventured out here with his best friend for a short time.

After all, there are teleportation clouds, which are not easy to be caught by the gods like other monks, so they not only know the Roman language, but also understand some of the customs and systems here.

The two watched silently, only to see that the slaves were forced to step forward under the threat, but the giant lion had thick skin and thick flesh, and its strength was infinite, and soon they all died under the claws of the giant lion.

Such a disparity in battle, Shen Leling frowned, although these slaves are a little brave, but the opponent is a monster, judging from the breath, it is about the divine consciousness period, which is impossible to fight at all.

However, the atmosphere at the scene was extremely enthusiastic, and many people shouted and cheered happily.

"What are they excited about? Such a boring battle, they also think it looks good? Shen Leling said in a low voice.

Zichen shrugged his shoulders and said: "They bet on the giant lion to win, although the odds are very low, but after all, they made money, didn't they?" I also watched a bloody massacre by the way, of course, excited. ”

Shen Leling suddenly realized that the person who placed the bet was happy when he won the money, regardless of whether the process was wonderful or not.

"It's cruel and boring......" Shen Leling didn't want to look any further, and stood up.

Zichen persuaded: "We have nowhere to go, after all, you are a fake nobleman, you don't even understand Roman dialect, and you will be exposed when you open your mouth." ”

"As expected, the Demon Dao will find this place soon. In addition to the royal palace and temple, the best refuge in Rome was the gladiatorial arena. ”

"Because this place is full of nobles, among whom there are many strong people, and there are even gods to protect them."

"The most important thing is that no one cares if you are who you are."

Shen Leling thought to himself, so he had to sit back patiently and continue to watch the fight.

I saw that after a fight in the dueling arena ended, another fight followed.

Gladiators, deprived of their freedom, were driven to slay at the lions, their flesh flying in pools of blood, screaming in the gut of grief, convulsing in the agony of death.

The Roman nobles and people in the stands enjoyed the killing game as if they were enjoying an interesting musical drama.

Thousands of people were raving in the smell of blood, clapping and laughing like crazy!

The culture here is based on the sensual and sensory stimulation of red fruits.

However, not all the slaves on the field are ordinary people.

Many nobles kept gladiators, and they would send their powerful slaves into battle in order to claim the glory of slaying the giant lion and the huge bounty of defeating the giant lion.

Some people with the blood of gods and spirits have also become slaves for various reasons.

These men draw strength from their own bloodlines and kneel on the ground to pray before fighting.

"What is this person doing?"

"Pray, pray to Mars, the god of war, that will allow him to be blessed by Mars and strengthened by his divine powers."

Shen Leling was stunned: "Why don't you pray?" ”

Zichen said, "The gods don't heed the prayers of slaves unless they have the blood of some god. ”

"The nobles of Rome have more or less the blood of the gods in their bodies, but most of them have not awakened."

"If you awaken, you can become a priest or a hero, with divine power or divine magic."

Shen Leling asked, "Is it purely given by the gods?" ”

Zichen explained: "Well, that's basically the case, there are only two ways to practice, one is to sacrifice, offering precious living or dead things to the gods, in exchange for power or divine things, it will become stronger and stronger over time, and eventually it will become some kind of god. ”

"There is also a kind of belief in oneself, through an extremely dedicated and tenacious will, to give birth to a kind of belief in one's own incense power, and strengthen one's own divine bloodline."

"If you can still get others to worship and believe in you, you will grow faster and eventually become a new god."

"The latter method of cultivation has only appeared in the past three hundred years, starting with a man named Augustus, and several generations of heads of state after the Roman Empire have completed their deification."

"Speaking of which, this Augustus is still from the same period as Emperor Guangwu."

Shen Leling said clearly: "The Central Plains communicates with the Heavenly Dao to cultivate immortals, and the civilization here communicates with the gods to cultivate the gods, do they not know the existence of the Heavenly Dao at all?" ”

Zichen thought for a while and said, "Hmm...... Cultural differences, they think that it is the god of chaos who created the whole world. But no one could communicate with this deity, so they worshipped an existence called the King of the Gods. ”

"Even if this god-king is the heir of the creation of the god of chaos, according to legend...... The seniority is extremely low. ”

"But he sealed, exiled, and killed many ancient father and ancestor gods, and ruled the existing gods."

Shen Leling was stunned: "The god king who killed his father? ”

Zichen spread his hands and said: "Well, including his father, he was also the one who killed his father at the beginning...... It's a tradition...... There is also a prophecy that says that his son will also kill him and become the new god-king. ”

"Is there a code of ethics anymore...... He worships such a god. Shen Leling's face was strange.

Zichen squinted at her: "The world is so big, there are no surprises. ”

As the two spoke, another battle ended in the gladiatorial arena.

The slave with the blood of the gods once soared to a level comparable to that of an astonishing warrior, and severely damaged the giant lion, but in the end he was defeated by the giant lion.

"This is a fierce demon beast, and its strength is comparable to that of the Divine Consciousness Period, even I am not necessarily its opponent, how can there be a slave to win him." Shen Leling said.

Sure enough, with the defeat of the slave, no nobleman sent any more challengers.

After all, slaves with the blood of the gods are extremely expensive and more difficult to cultivate, and no one wants to send gladiators to death.

Seeing that the atmosphere subsided, the organizer cast a magic spell and let his voice spread throughout the audience.

He said something, and soon the scene became frenzied again, and the people were hoarse and betting.

Zichen translated: "He wants to send all the gladiators under his command to challenge the giant lion together. ”

"It's unusual."

"What's unusual?" Shen Leling didn't understand.

Zichen explained to her that the organizer's profit mainly relied on the bets of the audience, so this was actually a casino.

Admission is extremely cheap, and sometimes it's even free.

Of course, whether they win or lose, the organizers will not lose, because they will adjust the odds, and there will always be bets on the gladiators to win. It's nothing more than losing one party's money to the other, and the rest is profit.

"But after a few consecutive fights, it has been proven that the giant lion is strong, and now there are not many people who are still betting on ordinary gladiators, and there may not even be any."

"Why do you want to take out all the gladiators you raised at this time and send them to death? The organizers are likely to lose money, because no one gladiator is cheap. ”

"From the organizer's point of view, this last one is completely unnecessary, unless it ......"

Shen Leling was very smart and said, "Unless the organizers know that this gladiator will win." ”

Zichen thought about it, and felt bad luck, pinching his fingers and calculating.

Soon exclaimed: "Indeed...... Many gladiators survived this fight...... The giant lion was fierce and died. ”

He has attained the Dao realm, and it is not too simple to calculate the fortunes and misfortunes of mortals.

As long as he has the heart, the result of every fight can be counted as similar.

Shen Leling raised his eyebrows and said, "Could it be that the organizer would cheat and hide a master among the gladiators?" ”

Zichen frowned and said, "Won't it?" The qualification to host the Colosseum is very rare, and it is a recreation that the gods have sheltered for. Every day, you have to swear an oath to the gods, and once the organizer does something, it is a felony of blasphemy. ”

"In addition, the qualifications of the gladiators are public...... Look, they are indeed mortals. ”

Shen Leling said strangely: "How can the gladiator win?" ”

Zichen looked at the organizer, where many of the top dignitaries were located.

Many people were still chained slaves, and slaves were extremely common in Rome, and every citizen had them.

I saw that behind the organizer, there was a slave on his back, chained, although he was wearing local clothes, but if he looked closely, he actually looked like a person from Shenzhou.

"Huh? I see, the slave was a monk, and he was already in the stage of consciousness. ”

Shen Leling opened his mouth wide: "Huh? Our monks from the Central Plains? Being a slave here? ”

Zichen sighed, "I said that if a monk intrudes into the secular world of this civilization, he will be killed or enslaved. When I first came here, I relied on the teleportation cloud to escape. ”

"Do you see the chains around the necks of the giant lion and some powerful slaves? It is the chain of the blessing of the gods, which is used to restrain the strong. ”

It's just that the monks of the Central Plains are arrogant and unbearable, and often choose to commit suicide. Therefore, the monk slaves of this civilization are still rare. ”

Shen Leling looked there and said, "This monk is forbearance or sincere surrender, could it be that the organizer wants him to cast a spell and cheat secretly?" ”

Zichen shook his head and said, "Under the protection of the gods, it is a felony to interfere outside the field. ”

"That's right...... This monk should also be good at calculating the heavens, which here is equivalent to prophecy, which is only available to high priests. ”

"The organizer knew he was right, so he knew that the gladiators would win."

What to bet on is on the sidelines, and there is the ability to foresee, so trading is not a violation of the sacred gladiatorial tradition.

It's just that I knew in advance that this fight would be a big upset.

But how can a group of ordinary gladiators kill a giant lion whose combat power is comparable to that of the Divine Consciousness Period?

Zichen only calculated the approximate result, but he didn't see how to do it.

……

:I'm sorry.

(End of chapter)