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"That poisonous woman has a strong desire to control. We killed her wolfhound, and she won't let us go... I know you can kill us directly, but what we need to face at that time is the entire Roman Empire. Not in line with our purpose."

"Then what do you say?"

Seeing that the idea of ​​doing it was rejected, Du Bin frowned.

"You can't lower your head and be taken away, right? It doesn't make sense. You said it all, that old woman used copper wire balls..."

"That's not enough, not to that point."

Lao Luo shook his head.

"My idea is that we...I mean you, first show our force, at least to scare the Romans, and then we will directly switch to the emperor's camp and swear allegiance directly."

"It's... not very good."

Thinking of the helpless attitude of the girl in red in the face of thousands of troops, Du Bin couldn't help hesitating.

"Isn't this the same as pushing the Roman emperor to the front? It's putting people on fire."

"There is no way. She wants to seize power as a puppet emperor. She must put the contradiction on the surface. This is a necessary step. It's just a matter of time."

Lao Luo also sighed.

"If you want to blame, you can blame her for her own bad luck... Besides, don't we have to help?"

"You have a brain."

Dubin couldn't help admiring.

"As expected of someone who made a lot of money, it's amazing."

"that's me……"

Lao Luo just wanted to say a few words along the way, but he felt inexplicable.

He always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with his plan.

Roman Holiday, Passion in the Arena: Chapter 154 Chapter 140 Five Like a God of War ([-] words)

After reopening, it is still the familiar training time.

This time, Dubin didn't play around like before. The main reason is that Lao Luo also needs to have a certain ability to protect himself, so in order not to let Haohoumi have to watch when they fight, Dubin simply During the game time of this month, I practiced a lot of thick rice.

Of course, due to time issues, Lao Luo's ability to increase combat power is also limited, but this at least ensures that Hao Houmi will not be stabbed to the ground by any arrows or spears after the battle when he is watching from the sidelines. .

This is enough. After all, it is unrealistic to make Haohoumi a combat force in a short period of time. Given the exaggerated difficulty of this mission, Dubin is the only real main attacker.

"So... a quick fix?"

"Quick fight."

Before the start of the first gladiatorial fight, Du Bin and Lao Luo once again confirmed each other's thoughts.

Then, as soon as he entered the arena, Dupin killed the giant Hanbrinos as his opponent.

"too weak!"

A clean cross cut off Brinos' head, and Dupin started shouting at the stands.

"Is there any more! Let's be more ruthless!"

Such rude behavior naturally caused a lot of noise in the stands. You must know that these audiences came here for the retirement battle of the star gladiator Brinos, but what they saw now was more than just retirement. Reopened directly.

Although they had always scolded Brinos when he played the villain before, it doesn't mean that they would allow some inexplicable people to kill Brinos casually-after all, no matter how vicious Brinos is, they are also I have watched gladiators for many years, and I can count them as my own even if I round them up.But the one who killed Brinos right now... Where did this come from?

"Sneak attack! This is a despicable sneak attack!"

"Sanction! He must be sanctioned!"

"Why are you shouting? What kind of champion are you?"

All of a sudden, the crowd in the stands was excited, and the audience broke out angrily, threatening to ask the organizer to give this daring lunatic a little color.

Of course, this kind of threat is meaningless, just because the organizer is already numb at the moment.You must know that for this retirement match, they had checked the script before, but who would have thought that this newly promoted gladiator team could cause such a thing in the arena after receiving money--and it was still incomprehensible. A major event of redemption.

Now that Brinos had his head cut off after a single meeting, it was impossible to continue the original script even if he wanted to, and all the rest of the arrangements were in vain. What could they do?

What's more, Brinos' retirement is not just their own idea, it comes from the will of those big shots. Now that Brinos' head is gone, how can they deal with those big shots?

"This……"

The manager of the Colosseum, the veteran of the gladiator industry, the wealthy Fracruz couldn't help turning his head to look in the direction of the VIP seat, which is a position only nobles are qualified to go to.

And on the VIP table full of flowers and flowers, there is a luxurious lady sitting on a high position with an expressionless face.

"What are you looking at me for? Go on."

The luxurious lady who noticed this sight was a little impatient.

"Continue, doesn't that gladiator want to continue fighting? Then let him continue fighting... I remember that the Guards have a unit nearby? Send a full team in first."

So, following this order, hundreds of Roman soldiers wearing red cloaks jumped into the arena. These powerful soldiers had everything from shields and swords to spears and spears. The well-protected armor is not even comparable to what a gladiator looks like.

These people are killing machines armed to the teeth, and they are even more proficient in group combat. I don't know how many foreigners fell at their feet. These guards are all elites who have experienced many battles.

It was at this time that the audience in the stands realized that the rumors about Brinos and a certain lady might be true, just because the current battle was too terrifying.

Sending out the regular army to encircle and suppress a gladiator in the district is no longer just killing chickens with a sledgehammer, it should even be said that it is more appropriate to use a trebuchet to beat mosquitoes. This is no longer a gladiator. Show off your strength.

Show off to whom?The result seems to be imminent.After all, in the arena right now, there is still a person who nominally controls all the military force of the entire Roman Empire—mobilizing the Guards to fight privately in front of His Majesty the Emperor, which is basically equivalent to a slap in the face On the face of His Majesty the Emperor!

But His Majesty the Emperor couldn't do anything, just because it was His Majesty's biological mother who gave the order.

The noble woman seemed to be using this method to remind their emperor, who is the one who really wields power.

"This……"

The spectators present were already sweating. Obviously, it was a mistake for them to come to the arena to watch this match today.Inexplicably being involved in a royal battle, and seeing scenes that shouldn't be seen with their own eyes, they are likely to risk their lives like this.

The body was trembling, and both legs were trembling. These audiences even thought that they were going to die here soon.

But soon, they suddenly felt that even if they died like this, it didn't seem to matter.

Just because everything that appeared in front of their eyes was really wonderful.

"Zheng-"

The sound of gold and iron clashing was the sound of two swords rubbing against each other. The moment the two sharp bronze swords intersected, the entire arena seemed to have fallen into a standstill.

Immediately afterwards, the two swords moved.

It's just two ordinary cheap swords, even ordinary people with low income can afford them, and they don't even have to compare with swords and swords, even if compared with standard weapons in the legion, these two swords can only be compared with swords. It was rubbish made out of leftovers—but these two swords, which were like rubbish, easily swung away the spears stabbing at them, and then slid into the gap between the armor like flowing water.

Immediately afterwards, with a stroke and a pick, the strong figure that was originally covered in armor turned into pieces on the ground like building blocks.

Although it is quite cumbersome to say, all of this happened in less than a second—just like Brinos who was beheaded before, just a face-to-face meeting, and the original hundred soldiers as a whole were reduced.

But this is just the beginning.

The two sword lights penetrated everywhere like flowing water, causing a bloody storm wherever they passed - it's not that these soldiers didn't try to resist, but their little counterattack was meaningless.No matter whether they stabbed their spears, swung their swords, or shielded their weak hearts with shields, nothing could change their fate of being cut into pieces.

The cut corpses were very neat, and the audience even reminded the audience of the chef's knife skills when cutting the meat. This is not so much a gladiatorial fight as it is a delicate art.

"The Art of Slaughter."

Some viewers couldn't help sighing.

At this time, the last Roman soldier who entered the field fell to the ground, mixed with other stones, regardless of each other.

The entire arena fell silent in an instant, and everyone in the stands was deeply shocked—in fact, until now, they couldn't believe what they saw.

Logically speaking, they should be angry. After all, those Roman guards are considered their own people to Roman citizens like them. When their own people were killed, they should be furious, and they should shout to execute this daring man. disciples are right, but at this moment they couldn't even utter a word.

Just because everything that happened before their eyes was too unimaginable.

Is it really possible to defeat a fully armed army with only one person's strength?

The answer has always been negative. After all, no matter how strong personal force is, there is a limit, and a large part of the reason why heavily armed troops exist is to suppress or even eliminate these extremely powerful personal forces.

It is impossible for an individual to surpass the crowd. It is impossible for a simple equipment to fight against a full armor. It is absolutely impossible for the weak to defeat the strong. This is the most basic common sense for all Roman citizens.

But at this moment, the common sense in their minds was overturned.

An individual can surpass the crowd, can fight with nothing but is fully armed, the weak can surpass the strong, and even surpass the strong who are far more numerous than themselves.

In their impression, this kind of character can no longer be regarded as a human being, and even those powerful heroes in ancient mythology can't do this.

"God! It's God!"

I don't know which audience member shouted first, and then more and more audience members shouted.

"This is the god! It's the god who came down to the mortal world!"

At this moment, the audience in the stands finally cleared their minds - although this statement is very unreliable, even a bit too abstract, but right now it seems that this is the only statement that can answer the boundless doubts in their minds.

When common sense is overthrown, only by quickly establishing new common sense can we maintain the stability of our consciousness and our own understanding of the world.

Even if this new common sense is not necessarily correct, it doesn't matter anymore.

After all, such a shocking scene had already appeared in front of them.

"God of War! God of War! God of War!"

"Mars! Mars! Mars!"

Many spectators chanted the name of the god of war in the myth, and at the same time began to worship the blood-stained figure in the arena. Right now, this wrestling has become a preaching scene for the gods to come to the world. I don’t know how many spectators are here. Start praying all the time, praying that the gods will make me so brave and strong.

Even if it is only one percent or even one thousandth of the gods.Wanting to become stronger is an instinctive desire of human beings.

It's just that they forgot what the target they worshiped was thinking.

"Oh, no, not at all."

Seeing that the audience in the arena wanted to kneel down for him, Du Bin, covered in blood, quickly waved his hands.

One is a bit embarrassing, and the other is a bit too unlucky. After all, according to the customs of his hometown, he has no relatives with these audiences, so it is really difficult to accept their kowtows-of course, there is one exception, that is, going to the grave when.But now that he is still alive, how can he bear this?

"Stop knocking! You are trying to shorten my life!"

Dubin tried to explain, but his voice alone was no better than the shouting and tsunami in the stands - the prayers of the audience quickly drowned out his voice, making him unable to speak a word.

"Ah this..."

No matter how slow Dubin is, he has already realized that the current situation has changed a lot compared to what he and Lao Luo had planned together—so in desperation, he can only turn around. He turned his head to Lao Luo, expecting some reliable decision-making from this smart guy who is very good at making money.

However, at the moment when the four eyes met, Du Bin found that the thick rice was numb.