Huh? Are they all real?.

"how is this possible?"

"He's been dead for three epochs?!"

"Isn't he a mortal?"

Some of the powerful and wealthy were terrified and broke out in a cold sweat, because they had almost gone to Agas to watch the gladiatorial games.

Meanwhile, many more powerful and wealthy individuals ripped off the Augustus sash they had just been treasuring.

He slammed it hard onto the ground.

"Liar! He swindled hundreds of my gladiators!"

"Doesn't he know he's with us?"

Seeing the bustling crowd, the emperor hurriedly got up and walked down the steps.

He strode up to the demigod and asked him:

"Are you sure that's Augustus? Are you sure it's not someone in disguise?"

The clamor of the crowd instantly ceased, and they all looked expectantly at the demigod.

They really want the other party to deny it, or at least say they're unsure.

In a theocratic world, it's terrifying to have Augustus, who represents the origin of everything, standing on the opposite side.

The demigod knew their intentions, and he also wanted to deny that person's identity in public.

He only revealed his true identity to the emperor and important figures in private.

But whenever he wanted to deny that person's position of authority...

He couldn't help but recall the majestic figure who emerged from the smoke and dust.

That inexplicable sense of oppression still lingers in his mind, something he can't quite understand.

So in the end, he could only lower his head and say:

“Your Majesty, I am certain that it is the real Augustus Julius.”

"I... I can't deceive myself."

The emperor gave him a look of disappointment, but there was nothing he could do, because the third-ranked individuals were valuable combat power and influential figures that even the emperor could not easily shake.

The crowd erupted in noise.

Immediately, powerful and influential people began to loudly curse:

"Why would the people who created Rome betray it?!"

"Damn traitor! He betrayed us!"

"Strip him of his title of Augustus!"

When the last sentence was uttered, even his own people couldn't help but look at that person with strange eyes.

The title Augustus came from him; for Augustus himself, Augustus was simply his name.

By taking this away, are you sure you're not contradicting yourself?

The emperor glanced at this group of useless fools with a twitching smile, then asked the demigod again:

Is he still a mortal?

This statement silenced the crowd once again, and they all looked at each other.

This time, the demigod spoke without hesitation:

"Yes, he's still a genuine mortal!"

But his unwavering silence baffled the emperor, who asked:

"So you're saying you saw with your own eyes that he was a mortal? Then why didn't you try to kill him? He was accompanied by a powerful guardian."

The emperor initially thought the other party was accompanied by a powerful guardian.

But what he didn't expect was a reply that even surprised the demigod himself:

"I... I was scared away by him."

"what?!"

The demigod lowered his head deeply:

"I don't know why, but I was scared away by him."

Even now, the demigod himself doesn't know why he was so terrified.

The emperor looked at the demigod with increasing disdain. Even if you said you didn't know whether he had a terrible backup plan, what could you do?

You had nothing, yet you were so blatantly frightened away by a mere mortal. Don't you know you're shaking the foundations of Rome?

This was the first time the emperor had ever considered killing this demigod.

Rome's unshakeable strength lies in the absolute dominance of the superhuman over the mortal.

But in the end, he suppressed his murderous intent and instead said:

"Suppress the news immediately. Absolutely no more slaves should know about this. Announce to the outside world that yet another slave has dared to call himself Augustus and rebel. They can't cause a big disturbance, but it would be bad if they caused chaos."

But immediately, a guard rushed in and said:

"Your Majesty, we have received news that Augustus has returned and captured Argas, and that he has declared his intention to rebuild Rome and abolish slavery!"

The emperor was taken aback and said:

"How did you know?"

The guard said in surprise:

"Your Majesty, almost the entire country knows about this. They released a large number of civilians from Argas and allowed them to spread the news to every corner."

Chapter 243 Mourning the Sanctuary (3k)

Once the most difficult first step of message delivery is completed, the rest becomes much simpler.

News of Augustus's return spread throughout the world with terrifying speed.

Even the Human Alliance, which is separated by a world, knows this.

This infuriated the emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

Surprisingly, the other party didn't do anything as troublesome as that foolish slave from thirteen years ago.

Indeed, this is Augustus, not some ignorant slave.

I underestimated the other party.

I subconsciously felt that the other person just had a troublesome identity.

After a brief moment of thought, the emperor immediately understood the other party's intentions.

He wanted to see how we and the rest of the people would react?

Okay, let's go!

I admit you're an incredibly great person, but so what?

We are now in the Fourth Age!

Your era is long over!

Besides, even when you were at the height of your power, weren't you killed?

He was just an ordinary mortal!

The Eastern Roman emperor turned away with a gloomy expression.

What the powerful and wealthy saw was a monarch with a confident look in his eyes and a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

This made them feel like they had found their pillar of support.

"Don't worry, everyone. He's just a clown using Augustus's name."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone understood the emperor's meaning and turned to look at the demigod who was bowing his head even further.

In any case, he must be a fake.

Rome's foundations must not be shaken.

But why doesn't this guy understand this?

Is this still a demigod?

The crowd echoed the emperor's wisdom and scorned the lowly slave who dared to claim that Augustus had returned.

However, they didn't know exactly what went wrong, but they always felt a little hesitant to call that person a slave.

"Then inform Pompeii, those guys in the north, and the Western Roman Empire and the Second Roman Empire, and tell them that we need to unite to prevent a repeat of the 'Spataco' incident."

"Next, inform our allies around the world that their allies need our strength and support."

The emperor felt that things shouldn't be too difficult.

So what if the other party is Augustus?

He is now nothing more than a mortal with a title but no real power.

He has a large number of powerful people and high-ranking officials with vested interests in him.

What can a mere mortal with only a title use to fight against himself?

After making a rough estimate and deeming it perfect, the emperor addressed the nobles:

"Alright, everyone go and take care of your business. That's all for now."

As the crowd dispersed, the emperor, turning back, slightly raised his eyebrows.

Because the ground here is clean and empty.

So many people had thrown their sashes on the ground before.

A bunch of useless good-for-nothings.

The emperor shook his head and returned to his palace, where several courtiers tentatively approached to inquire about how to deal with the emperor's Tyrian purple Augustus sash.

The emperor waved his hand and said:

"It's just an elaborately made fake. Burn it, burn it right in front of me!"

But when several slaves carefully brought the Tyrian purple sash, the sash of Augustus, and offered fire,

The emperor, however, found himself unable to reach out.

The raised torch approached the ribbon several times, only to be lowered again each time.

Augustus's return only further proved that this was Augustus's sash.

Finally, the torches set the slaves ablaze.

After leaving the room, the emperor addressed his courtiers:

"The ribbon has been burned."

After glancing at the unscathed purple figure in the firelight, the courtiers bowed their heads and said:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

-

The invitation from the Eastern Roman Emperor was quickly responded to in the Old World.

The other Roman emperors immediately set aside their previous prejudices and agreed to come and discuss this important matter.

Although the uprising thirteen years ago did not fundamentally damage them, it certainly gave them a headache for a while.

This time, however, it was not a simple slave rebellion.

This time, Augustus has returned!

Their slaves are no longer afraid of even the Roman legions; they are no ordinary slaves. We must strike hard!

However, the reaction outside the Old World was unexpected by the emperors.

Their allies responded enthusiastically, but that was all.