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Chapter 232 The Sacrificial Fire
Shen Leling found a seat and sat down. Because she was dressed as an aristocrat, the people in the arena did not stop her.

It was only after she sat down that he walked up to her and sold tickets with a smile on his face.

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

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

But Zichen just waved his hand, so that person retreated angrily.

"What did he say?" Shen Leling asked.

Zichen pointed at the giant lion: "He asked you if you want to bet, or if you have any brave slaves who want to challenge the giant lion."

"Now the odds of killing the giant lion have reached 350 to [-]."

Shen Leling frowned: "How could a mortal defeat such a monster?"

"There may also be strong slaves among the slaves. Some nobles will specially train some particularly powerful slaves. Let's not make extra troubles, just watch silently." Zichen said.

He knew a little about Rome, having ventured there for a short time with a dear friend.

After all, there is a teleportation cloud, unlike other monks who are easily caught by the gods, so they not only understand the language of Rome, but also understand some customs and systems here.

The two watched silently, and saw that the slaves were forced to step forward under the threat. However, the giant lion's skin was thick and fleshy, and its strength was boundless. Soon they all died under the giant lion's claws.

Shen Leling frowned at such a disparate battle, although these slaves were brave, but the opponents were monsters, judging from their aura, they were probably at the stage of spiritual consciousness, so they couldn't fight at all.

But the atmosphere at the scene was extremely warm, and many people shouted and cheered happily.

"What are they excited about? They also think such a boring battle looks good?" Shen Leling asked in a low voice.

Zichen shrugged and said: "They bet on the giant lion to win. Although the odds are very low, they made money after all, right? They also watched a bloody massacre by the way, of course they were excited."

Shen Leling suddenly realized that the person who made the bet will be happy when he wins the money, regardless of whether the process is exciting or not.

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

Zichen persuaded: "We have nowhere to go, after all, you are a fake nobleman, and you don't even understand Roman, so you will reveal your secrets if you open your mouth."

"If the magic path is as expected, it will find it here soon. Besides the palace and temple, the best refuge in Rome is the arena."

"Because there are all nobles here, many of whom are strong, and even guarded by gods."

"The most important thing is that no one will care whether your identity is true or false."

Shen Leling thought the same, so he sat back patiently and continued to watch the fight.

I saw that after a fight in the duel field was over, another fight followed.

The gladiators who had lost their freedom were driven to kill the giant lion. Their flesh and blood flew horizontally and fell in a pool of blood, screaming piercingly, and convulsing in the agony of dying.

The Roman nobles and people in the stands enjoyed the killing games, just like watching an interesting musical.

Thousands of people reveled in the bloody atmosphere. They clapped and laughed like crazy!

The culture here is based on the sensuality and sensory stimulation of Chiguoguo.

However, not all the slaves who played were ordinary people.

Many nobles have raised gladiators, and they will send their powerful slaves to fight, wanting to win the glory of killing the giant lion and the huge bonus after defeating the giant lion.

Some people with the blood of the gods also became slaves for various reasons.

These people draw their strength from their own blood, kneeling on the ground and praying before fighting.

"What is this man doing?"

"Pray, pray to the god of war Mars, this will allow him to receive the blessing of Mars and gain divine power."

Shen Leling was taken aback: "Then why didn't the slaves pray?"

Zichen said: "The gods will not pay attention to the slave's prayers, unless he has the blood of a certain god."

"Roman nobles more or less have 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, possessing divine power or magic."

Shen Leling asked: "Is it purely by the bestowal of the gods?"

Zichen explained: "Well, basically, there are only two ways of practicing. One is offering sacrifices, offering precious living or dead things to the gods in exchange for power or fetishes. Over time, they will become stronger and stronger. It’s going to be kind of godlike in the end.”

"The other is to believe in oneself. Through an extremely dedicated and tenacious will, a kind of incense power of belief in oneself is born to strengthen one's god blood."

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

"The latter cultivation method only appeared in the past 300 years. It started with a man named Augustus, and several generations of heads of state after the Roman Empire have completed their apotheosis."

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

Shen Leling said clearly: "The Central Plains communicates with the Dao of Heaven to cultivate immortals, and the civilization here communicates with the gods to cultivate gods. Don't they know the existence of the Dao of Heaven at all?"

Zichen thought for a while and said: "Well... there is a cultural difference. They think that the god of chaos created the whole world. But no one can communicate with this god, so they worship a king of gods. exist."

"Even if this god king is said to be the heir of the heir of the creation of the God of Chaos... the generation is extremely low."

"But he sealed, exiled, and killed many ancient gods of the fathers and ancestors, and ruled the existing gods."

Shen Leling was astonished: "A 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... This has become a tradition... There is also a prophecy that his son will kill him and become the new king of gods .”

"Is there still a code of ethics...to worship such a god." Shen Leling looked strange.

Zi Chen squinted at her: "The world is so big, there are no wonders."

As the two talked, another battle ended in the arena.

The slave who possessed the blood of God once soared to the level of an astonishing warrior, and severely injured the giant lion, but in the end he was still defeated by the giant lion.

"This is a monster beast, and its strength is comparable to the stage of divine consciousness. Even I may not be its opponent. How could a slave beat him?" Shen Leling said.

Sure enough, with the slave defeated, no nobleman sent a challenger.

After all, slaves with the blood of gods are extremely expensive, and it takes more effort to cultivate them. No one wants to send gladiators to die anymore.

Seeing that the atmosphere had subsided, the organizer cast a magical spell to let his voice spread throughout the audience.

He said something, and soon the scene became frenzied and restless. People shouted hoarsely and bet one after another.

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

"It's very unusual."

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

Zichen explained to her that the profit of the organizer mainly depends on the audience's betting, so this is actually a casino.

The entrance fee is extremely cheap, and sometimes it is even free to watch.

Of course, no matter whether they win or lose, the organizers will not lose money, because they will adjust the odds, and someone will always bet on the gladiator to win.It is nothing more than losing one party's money to the other, and the rest is profit.

"However, after several consecutive matches, the strength of the giant lion has been proved. Now there are not many people who are still betting on ordinary gladiators, and there may not even be any."

"Why take out all the gladiators I raised to die at this time? The organizer is likely to lose money, because any gladiator is not cheap."

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

Shen Leling was very clever and said, "Unless the organizer knows that the gladiators will win."

Zichen thought for a while, feeling bad luck, pinched his fingers and calculated.

Soon he said in surprise: "Indeed... In this fight, many gladiators can survive... That giant lion is very fierce, and there will be death."

It is not too simple for him to calculate the good and bad fortune of mortals when he has attained the Dao Realm.

As long as he has the heart, the result of every fight can be calculated similarly.

Shen Leling raised his eyebrows and said, "Could it be that the organizer cheated and hid a master among the gladiators?"

Zi Chen frowned and said: "No way? The qualification to host the arena is very rare. This is an entertainment that the gods even protect. Every day, you have to swear an oath to the gods and priests. Once the organizer does anything, it is a felony of blasphemy."

"In addition, the qualifications of gladiators are public... You see, they are indeed mortals."

Shen Leling asked strangely: "Then how can a gladiator win?"

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

Many people were surrounded by slaves. Slaves were extremely common in Rome, and any citizen had them.

Behind the organizer, there was a slave who was hunched over and tied by chains. Although he was wearing local costumes, upon closer inspection, he turned out to be a Shenzhou native.

"Huh? So that's how it is. That slave is a monk and has reached the stage of divine consciousness."

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

Zichen sighed and said, "I said before that if monks break into this civilized world, they will be killed or enslaved. When I came here, I also relied on the teleportation cloud to escape."

"Do you see the chains around the necks of giant lions and some powerful slaves? Those are the chains blessed by the gods, and they are used to restrain the strong."

"It's just that the monks in the Central Plains are arrogant and can't bear to be humiliated. They often choose to commit suicide. So this civilized monk slave is still rare."

Shen Leling looked there, and said: "This cultivator is forbearing or surrendered sincerely. Could it be that the organizer wants him to cast spells and cheat secretly?"

Zichen shook his head and said, "Under the protection of the gods, interfering outside the court is a felony."

"By the way... this monk should also be good at calculating heavenly secrets, which is equivalent to divination here, which is only for high priests."

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

Those who bet on something belonged to the outside world, and those who had the ability to predict it did not count as interfering with the sacred tradition of gladiatorial combat.

It's nothing more than knowing in advance that this fight will be a big hit.

But how can a group of ordinary gladiators kill a giant lion whose combat power is comparable to that of the divine consciousness stage?

Zichen only calculated a rough result, but he didn't see how it was done.

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　PS: sorry.

　　
　
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