Huh? Are they all real?.

As he spoke, he chuckled:

"But that's just as well. The church, which was originally meant to commemorate the dead, has now been reopened and is now witnessing the deaths of countless people."

The gladiator looked at his emperor.

The other party nodded in agreement.

Only then did he stop his sword dance.

He then turned his right hand to look at Quintus.

"I'm sorry, but you should die!"

"Damn you and this rotten and decadent Rome!"

Knowing the gap between himself and his opponent, Quintus shouted these words and charged straight at his opponent.

They planned to seize the initiative by launching a preemptive attack.

Meanwhile, the last few Augustusian followers behind Quintus also followed.

They can't win; everyone knows that.

So all they wanted to do was kill the traitor who had struck first!

The other side knew what they were thinking, but he was not afraid at all; he had been a champion in several cities.

A nobleman who only knew how to use a sword, two or three trash who could barely be considered gladiators, and a slave who wasn't even trash but still wielded a longsword.

Good heavens, someone who doesn't even know how to hold a sword is actually holding a longsword.

How could someone like that possibly kill him?

After receiving the short sword from his companion.

He slid to his knees, and with a single, decisive tilt of his head and a swing of his sword, he not only dodged the blade that flew over his head, but also killed two gladiators who were trying to attack him from both sides.

After getting up, he performed another sword flourish, then with a block, a swing, and a slash, killed the last gladiator.

Even now, the sound of the two gladiators falling to the ground could be heard behind him.

Three gladiators, who were also somewhat famous, died so easily at his hands.

But the death of his companion who charged ahead did not stop Quintus, nor did it stop the slaves behind him.

They've long been unafraid of death.

Seeing Quintus charging towards him, the gladiator laughed and continued to twirl his sword.

His reputation is largely due to his composure and calmness.

Therefore, many Romans liked to call him Bali the graceful swordsman.

When Quintus got close, he raised his hand, and he already knew what the other was thinking.

Quintus raised his sword at a mere, delicate moment, and was pierced through the chest as if he had deliberately run into it.

Quintus was in excruciating pain, but he didn't stop. He grabbed the back of the sword that was stuck in his body and then raised his own short sword to swing at the other man's neck.

But this idea had already been seen through by gladiator Barry, who then struck with his sword from another tricky angle.

Barry's short sword struck his elbow, parrying the attack.

This was his favorite parry, capable of both blocking the opponent's attack and inflicting excruciating pain, forcing the opponent to either withdraw or lose a hand.

It is a special skill that he uses every time, and the audience cheers with excitement.

But this time, something unexpected happened.

Quintus did not stop; instead, he clamped Barry's dagger tightly between his fingers.

"Do it!"

The instant Quintus roared, Barry understood the other's thoughts—the last slave!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the longsword he had mocked was thrust from Quintus's chest into Barry's chest.

Quintus laughed, even though he was doomed, he laughed heartily.

They actually changed it!

Looking at the sword piercing his chest, Barry was stunned for a moment before unleashing a powerful force he had never used before.

The two short swords in his hands tore Quintus's body and the last slave behind him to shreds almost instantly.

He is a mid-series transcendent being; this is his true strength.

He had been toying with the other party because he was confident that nothing would happen to him.

But now, he has finally paid the price for his overconfidence.

Even though he killed Quintus and his companion.

The fact that the sharp blade had pierced his chest would not change anything.

He could only kneel on the ground, clutching his chest, after tearing the enemy to shreds.

He couldn't believe his defeat, nor could he accept his death.

He could only place his hopes on the Romans.

At the same time, the Roman airship above them also landed, which filled him with boundless hope.

He survived until the emperors came down, thanks to his superhuman physique.

"Your Majesty, save me!"

But the emperors did not react at all.

He was even kicked aside by the emperor's guards.

He was just a slave gladiator.

Obviously, it would be better if he were dead.

Unfortunately, Barry only realized this now.

He could only die in a meaningless way, filled with resentment amidst the smugness of his companions.

After experiencing this minor incident, which was of immense significance to those involved but of little importance to Rome and the emperors.

The emperors finally arrived at the entrance to the ruins and stood before Augustus.

Before standing here, they had many dreams.

For example, loudly mocking the foolish death of this so-called master of the world.

For example, they would feign mourning the unfortunate passing of the founder of Rome.

For example, righteously rebuking the other party for daring to impersonate the great Lord of Rome.

But when they actually stood there, they were surprised by what they found.

I was so excited that I couldn't even speak.

They defeated the real Rome and killed the returning ruler of the world.

They replicated the greatest miracle of their ancestors' lives!

They felt their entire bodies trembling.

The man who once made gods and kings bow down has been defeated by himself!

After taking several deep breaths, the Eastern Roman emperor eagerly reached out towards the blood-stained ribbon.

This is the best loot!

The highest honor he could never have attained in his life!

At that moment, all he could see was the blood-stained ribbon.

I must get it! I absolutely must get it!

This was the only action he could still take amidst such immense excitement.

But to his surprise, when he grabbed the blood-stained ribbon...

The other emperors also seized the ribbons.

All five emperors were stunned.

The next moment, they were all punching and kicking each other, trying to drive the other away.

They all wanted to monopolize this highest honor.

The dignified emperor had actually become like a street ruffian at this moment.

But none of them felt there was anything wrong with it.

Because what they are fighting over has such value.

Finally, the Emperor of Dongluo kicked away the last obstacle.

That's why he was so anxious to collect his treasure.

It was only at this moment that he discovered a problem he had never noticed before.

He couldn't lift the sash.

Even after pulling hard, it remained the same.

It was as if Augustus's corpse was as heavy as a mountain, making him unable to move it.

The other emperors had crawled back like dogs, fighting him again for the sash stained with the blood of their own people.

Then they discovered that too.

They couldn't even lift the ribbon, they couldn't even move Augustus's body.

This caused their expressions to gradually change.

Something bad might be about to happen.

This was the unified idea of ​​five emperors.

Ironically, even though they both thought of this, they were both eagerly waiting for the other to realize something was wrong and let go.

Greed and folly were on full display at this moment.

However, they soon let go, not because they realized their own foolishness.

Rather, it was because they could not comprehend seeing the ribbon in their hands, along with Augustus in front of them, turn into dust.

The treasures of the past are now nothing but dust and sand carried away by the wind.

The Roman soldiers and slaves behind them gasped in horror as they saw many of the countless corpses turn to dust and dissipate.

The emperors, who stood up in bewilderment, fell backward in utter horror the moment they raised their heads.

Because it stands before the gates of that unreachable, deep sanctuary.

Augustus, wearing a blood-stained sash, was coldly watching them all.

Behind Augustus were Quintus and the others, who were constantly groping their own bodies.

Is this a screening process?!

In that brief glance, the emperors understood everything.

Their assassinations and their instigation were merely tools used by the opposing side to filter out true followers.

Augustus could not see through people's hearts, but he knew better than them how to manipulate them.

The emperors finally experienced firsthand the oppressive feeling that even demigods couldn't describe, a feeling akin to that of a god.

In their fear, they fell to the ground, no longer caring about their image as they slid backward repeatedly.

It wasn't until they had crawled over a hundred meters back to their own troops that they remembered they could get up.

With the help of the generals, the emperors finally rose.

Around them, countless Roman soldiers were bracing themselves for battle, while the slaves who had participated in the rebellion were fleeing in terror.

The emperors trembled as they watched the figure rise again.

They couldn't understand why the demigod was so terrified before, but now they do, because this kind of fear is truly incomprehensible!

Although their legs were trembling, the emperors still tried their best to remain calm: