The gladiatorial battle soon began, with a total of three hundred and twenty gladiators battling the demon giant lion.

"Stick to the plan, this is our last chance."

A strong gladiator, whispering in a whisper that only those around him could hear.

"Sparta, can we really do it? In the stands there were gladiators next to the heroic ......", clutching the weapons in their hands.

The man, named Sparta, said in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid. ”

"We are the heroes."

More than 300 gladiators, with resolute eyes, turned out that they were going to revolt today.

They have nothing to fear, this is a fight to the death, that is, one of them must die.

Anyway, it's better to die, it's better to fight, and die on the road of chasing freedom.

Immediately, they let go of all their fears and rushed towards the giant lion.

The formation is extremely elaborate, with a clear division of labor, some attract giant lions in the front, protect their bodies with shields, and support each other, while others go around the back.

The whole process is smooth and fearless, and it can be described as well-trained.

Seeing that they were so brave in the stands, they didn't need to be urged, and they suddenly broke out.

Even the organizers stared excitedly, his eastern slave foresaw the result, but he didn't know how to win.

Soon, however, he knew.

I saw that the gladiators cooperated with each other, approaching the neck of the giant lion one after another, even if they were bitten to death or slapped away.

The giant lion shook his head and tail, waved his claws and bared his teeth, and killed several gladiators in a row, majestic.

The gladiators were extremely sad and angry, but they still rushed forward without fear of death.

But the strange thing is that he didn't cut the giant lion with a single knife.

"What are they doing?"

"Sent to death?"

The organizers were disappointed, they didn't know what these people were doing, there were also mortal gladiators besieging the giant lion before, although they were all dead, but at least they could cause a little damage to the giant lion.

But this time, the gladiators just wanted to climb onto the back of the giant lion's neck, and they didn't know what to do.

The giant lion was extremely intelligent, and saw some clues, and his hands were much lighter.

And the gladiators were numerous, and with the mutual cooperation of not afraid of death, they finally climbed on the giant lion.

"Don't kill! Stupid lion, I'm here to save you! ”

Sparta jumped up bravely, and suddenly spat out a key from his mouth and inserted it into the keyhole in the collar of the giant lion.

"What!"

Many aristocrats were shocked, and the organizers were even more furious, asking their wives: "How can they have the key!" ”

"I ...... I ......" His wife, who was originally dignified and noble on the side, turned pale when she saw this.

It turned out that the key to the sacred chain was kept by her, and she often stole joy and was not clear with the strong gladiators.

She never expected that the key she kept was stolen unknowingly, which was her negligence!

The organizer glared at his wife and then ordered his guards to shoot arrows.

However, the Eastern monk slave suddenly said, "My master, gladiatorial fighting is sacred. Once started, there must be no interference from the sidelines. ”

"And if you declare the end of the gladiatorial fight, you have to pay both sides of the bet, which will cost you a lot of money."

The organizer was stunned and calmed down.

Gladiatorial fighting is sacred, and you can't interfere outside the arena, but you can't interfere outside the arena either, and now there is too much compensation to pay for ending the gladiatorial fight, and he can wait for these slaves to come out.

"Humph! It's just a riot of a few hundred slaves, and such a rebellion that doesn't know whether to live or die, the empire has to happen dozens of times a year, what can it be? ”

He looked at the golden-robed man in an opulent seat.

It was a hero, with the blood of Mercury, the god of commerce, and the giant lion he had captured. Sure enough, the hero remained calm and did not take these slaves seriously in the slightest.

So the organizer smiled and sat back down.

At the same time, Sparta opened the chain of the giant lion, and as early as when he saw Sparta take out the key, the giant lion took the initiative to stop the attack.

"It is better to die on the battlefield for freedom than to die in the gladiatorial arena for the pleasure of the nobles." Sparta raised his great sword and roared.

The giant lion had enough of this, but the sacred chains restrained it, and now it broke free from the shackles, and roared in the sky, deafening.

Then he swooped down on the stands and jumped dozens of feet!

There was an uproar in the stands, confusion and commotion.

"Slaves, for the sake of freedom, kill!"

Sparta led people to chop up shackles, they were just normal people, and they didn't need sacred chains.

At this moment, the collective riot is running in the opposite direction to the giant lion.

Zichen and Shen Leling suddenly got up, but they didn't expect such a result.

Instead of fighting the giant lion, the gladiators let it go and took the opportunity to revolt.

"Ahh The giant lion has escaped! ”

"Slave riot! It's a slave riot! ”

The crowd in the stands was crowded, dodging the giant lions, and there was chaos.

Some guards stepped forward to stop it, but they were smashed into a blood mist by the giant lion's giant claw phantom.

"Little lion, if I can catch you once, I can catch you twice." The golden-robed man drew his sword and faced the giant lion.

The divine light on his body was bright, and he easily blocked the attack of the giant lion.

His legs grew wing-like phantoms, allowing him to fly in the air at great speed.

A backhand sword, as fast as lightning, pierced the giant lion's eye.

The giant lion bared its teeth, and suddenly flashed a glimmer of light, and he actually used his eyeballs to resist this extremely fast sword!

"The invulnerability of the divine power, it's really troublesome, it seems that I have to borrow the artifact again."

The golden-robed man said, reaching out to the two slaves who had accompanied him to watch the fight.

Those two slaves carried sacred chains, and they were also strong men with the power of divine veins.

Seeing this, he begged vigorously: "Descendant of the threefold great Mercury, please do not sacrifice our ......"

The golden-robed man ignored it, and began to pray with a slave in one hand, and actually took these two people as sacrifices and offered them to the gods.

Under the restraint of the sacred chains, the two were unable to resist, and soon a fire ignited on their bodies and disappeared.

This is the fire of sacrifice, which consumes all the sacrifices.

These were his slaves, private goods, and they could be sacrifices if they were considered sacrifices.

After being incinerated, these two people will instantly appear to the god they sacrificed, completely under the control of the god and at his disposal.

The gods can also absorb it and use it to enhance their divine power and divine power. The increase depends on the preciousness of the offering.

In an instant, a divine light fell from the sky and fell into the hands of the golden-robed man.

The divine light quickly turned into a winged spear, a small gift from the gods in return.

"Artifact!"

"Hero, help."

The people in the stands shouted, and the giant lion knew that it was not his opponent, so he didn't love fighting at all, and rushed straight out to kill.

The bloodline divine power of this giant lion ignores all human weapons, that is, except for the artifact, it can't hurt him.

At this moment, he carried a bow and arrows, swords and guns, and rushed out of the gladiatorial arena.

Mercury, the god of commerce and trade served by the golden-robed man, is also the fastest deity, which makes him extremely fast when he activates the power of the divine veins.

Not to mention the artifact, the wings on the spear shook, and in an instant, he appeared in front of the giant lion.

The giant lion couldn't run away at all, and was poked a hole by a spear.

It scurried left and right, but the golden-robed man appeared in front of him every time.

"Hey...... Do you want to die or live? The golden-robed man pulled out another sacred chain.

The giant lion was fed up with being enslaved, and this time he said that he would not be captured alive again, roaring like a mad demon, and resisting the fight with no life.

Seeing this, the golden-robed man had no choice but to stab him to death after a fierce battle.

However, at the same time, the gladiators of the uprising, relying on the giant lion to involve the strongest person on the field, plus they were not afraid of death, and they actually killed the guards and retreated.

Not only that, but he is constantly rescuing other slaves in the crowd and growing his team.

The organizer was hoarse and tried his best to stop people, and suddenly, he saw that the Eastern monk slave who was kneeling beside him also rushed into the riot team at some point.

"Bastard! Give me back! ”

However, his order failed, and Sparta had used the key to untie the man.

"Fuck you brute!" After breaking free from the chains, the Oriental Monk's face changed instantly.

With his backhand, he spat out a flying sword and pierced the organizer's throat through the air.

Although the organizer has some divine power, not all of the god's bloodlines are good at fighting, and they still haven't resisted this brilliant sword light.

After only half a move, he was killed by a spaceframe.

"You......" The slave owner fell, his eyes fixed on his panicked wife beside him, dead eyes.

Zichen and Shen Leling, after watching the whole process, saw Sparta leading the slaves out of the gladiatorial arena.

"I see, using the giant lion to delay the heroes, they broke through from the opposite direction...... Although the strength is weak, there is no shortage of strong people in the slave group. The monk was not sure, but he also participated in the planning of the uprising. ”

Shen Leling was a little strange: "It's so easy to run away?" ”

Zichen shook his head and said, "You must know that there are many noble citizens on the scene, and the mission of the guards is to protect them first, not to prevent slaves from escaping. ”

"As for the slave uprising, there will soon be a regular army to encircle and suppress it."

"There are frequent slave revolts in this empire, and together there are about a dozen of them a year, almost commonplace, but not a single one has been able to overthrow this empire."

"Because the regular army is stronger, the slaves cannot win the final victory without the protection of the gods."

Shen Leling was speechless, slave uprisings were commonplace? This is unthinkable in the Central Plains.

She followed the crowd out and saw that the ranks of the rebels were getting bigger and bigger in the streets.

The city was full of slaves, every family, everybody, and there were many large slave markets.

The leader of the uprising roared loudly, which was very infectious, and he did not lead people to run around brainlessly, but also specially led people to rush to various slave gatherings to rescue more of his kind.

This swept the riot into flames, and at the beginning alone, it gathered a team of more than 1,000 people, and it is still growing.

However, this is the city of Rome, and rioting here is many times more difficult than elsewhere.

There were many strong people in the city, and soon many awakened divine veins rushed to the scene.

The oriental monk gritted his teeth and fought fiercely, his face was ugly, and in the face of all kinds of divine powers, he couldn't break it at all, so he could only resist with force.

But soon, the golden-robed man also shook, and flew back like lightning, stopping above the slaves.

"Rome had three kinds of tools, the first was the one that had no sound, and the second was the one that only roared."

"The third is the 'talking tool.'"

The golden-robed man said leisurely, not taking this slave seriously at all.

Sparta roared at the sky: "We are not talking tools!" ”

"Boom!" Suddenly dark clouds gathered in the sky, and ten thousand thunders roared.

A divine power descended, making everyone's faces change.

The golden-robed man exclaimed, "You have provoked the king of the gods! Lord of the Great Thunder! ”

"Lightning is his weapon, and you will be punished by God!"

The slaves were dumbfounded, and many of them fell to their knees on the spot.

Sparta gritted his teeth and stood tall, unwilling to give in.

The Oriental monk was stunned: "What a thing! Lao Tzu has a period of divine consciousness, nothing more than wanting to go home, and your king of gods comes out to me? ”

Zichen and Shen Leling in the crowd were also stunned, more than a thousand slaves rioted, could they alarm the God King? This country is also terrifying.

However, they didn't know that the gods and heroes present were also confused, no, the slaves were not protected by the gods, it did not mean that the gods would take care of them after the riot.

And it doesn't need to, in most cases, the regular army will solve it.

They all looked up at the sky, only to see a huge thunderbolt piercing the sky, a burst of white light dazzling, and lightning slashed out.

The huge forked lightning bolt, like a weapon made of lightning, slammed into the ......

On a tall temple in the city.

"Huh?" The golden-robed man was shocked, what's going on? The great god-king, splitting his own temple?

At this moment, from the top of the temple, a young figure emerged.

There was an arc of electricity on his body, and there were many cracks of flesh and blood that had been struck by lightning, and there was scorched smoke.

However, the wound healed quickly, and the boy raised his gun and pointed it at the sky, his voice was loud.

"Who's hacking me? Get out! ”

Only then did everyone understand that someone was standing on the top of the temple, which was a felony of blasphemy, and it was no wonder that the king of the gods issued a divine punishment.

Hearing this familiar voice, Shen Leling in the crowd covered his mouth in disbelief.

"Flame ...... Flame Slave! ”

Shen Leling's voice trembled with excitement, but he quickly panicked and worried.

How did the Yannu end up in Rome? also stepped on the temple, which directly angered the god king!

The sudden appearance of the old man and this change made Shen Leling confused and confused.

……

:I'm sorry.

(End of chapter)