Chapter 232 Sacrificial Fire

Shen Leling found a seat and sat down. Because she was dressed as a noble, no one in the arena stopped her.

But after she sat down, he walked up to her and sold the tickets with a smile.

Shen Leling couldn't understand his giggling and looked at Zi Chen.

Zichen casually took out a small piece of gold and handed it to the man. The latter was extremely excited and talked even more enthusiastically.

But Zichen just waved his hand, so the man retreated angrily.

"What did he say?" Shen Leling asked.

Zi Chen 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 1."

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

"There may be strong people among the slaves. Some nobles will specially train some particularly powerful slaves. We don't want to cause trouble and just watch silently." Zichen said.

He knew something about Rome, having ventured here for a short time with a close friend before.

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

The two of them watched silently, and saw that the slaves were forced to step forward under the threat. However, the giant lion had rough skin and thick flesh, and was extremely powerful. Soon they all died under the claws of the giant lion.

Shen Leling frowned at such a hugely disparate battle. Although these slaves were somewhat brave, their opponents were monsters. Judging from their aura, they were probably at the stage of divine consciousness, so there was no way they could fight them.

However, the atmosphere at the scene was extremely warm, with many people shouting and cheering happily.

"What are they excited about? Do they think such a boring battle looks good?" Shen Leling whispered.

Zi Chen 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. Of course they were excited."

Shen Leling suddenly realized that people who place bets will be happy when they win money, regardless of whether the process is exciting or not.

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

Zichen advised: "We have no place to go. After all, you are a fake noble. You don't even understand Roman. If you open your mouth, your secret will be revealed."

"As expected, the devil will find this place soon. Besides the royal palace and temple, the best refuge in Rome is the arena."

"Because here are all nobles, many of them strong, and even protected by gods."

"The most important thing is that no one cares about your identity."

Shen Leling thought so, so he had to sit back patiently and continue to watch the fight.

I saw that after a fight in the duel arena ended, another fight followed.

The gladiators who lost their freedom were driven to kill the giant lion. Their flesh and blood flew everywhere and fell in a pool of blood. They let out bursts of heart-piercing screams and twitched in the agony of death.

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

Thousands of people reveled in the bloody atmosphere, applauding like crazy and laughing!

The culture here takes pleasure in the carnal desires and sensory stimulation of Chiguoguo.

However, not all the slaves on the stage are ordinary people.

Many nobles raised gladiators. They would send their powerful slaves to fight, hoping to win the glory of killing the giant lion and the huge bonus after defeating the giant lion.

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

These people draw strength from their own blood and kneel on the ground to pray before fighting.

"What is this man doing?"

"Pray, pray to Mars, the God of War. This will allow him to receive the blessing of Mars and gain divine power."

Shen Leling was stunned: "Then the former slave, why didn't you pray?"

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

"The nobles of Rome more or less have the blood of 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 based on the gift of the gods?"

Zichen explained: "Well, that's basically it. There are only two ways to practice. One is to sacrifice, dedicating precious living or dead objects to God in exchange for power or divine objects. Over time, you will become stronger and stronger. Eventually it becomes something divine.”

"The other is to believe in oneself. Through extremely single-minded and tenacious will, one can give birth to the power of incense that believes in oneself and strengthen one's own divine bloodline."

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

"The latter method of cultivation only appeared in the past three hundred years. Starting from a man named Augustus, several generations of heads of state after the Roman Empire used it to achieve deification."

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

Shen Leling said clearly: "The Central Plains communicate with the way of heaven to cultivate immortality, and the civilization here communicates with the gods to cultivate the gods. Do they not know the existence of the way of heaven at all?"

Zichen thought for a while and said: "Well... there are cultural differences. They believe that the god of chaos created the entire world. But no one can communicate with this god, so they worship a person called the King of Gods. exist."

"Even if this God King is said to be the descendant of a creature created by the God of Chaos... his seniority is extremely low."

"But he sealed, exiled, and killed many ancient father gods and ancestor gods, and ruled the existing gods."

Shen Leling was shocked: "The god-king who killed his father and came to power?"

Zichen spread his hands and said: "Well, including his father, he also killed his father when he came to power... This has become a tradition... People also rumored a prophecy that his son would also kill him and become the new god king. .”

"Is there such a thing as ethics...to worship such a god?" Shen Leling looked strange.

Zi Chen looked at her sideways: "The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders."

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

The slave with the blood of God once reached a level of combat power that was comparable to that of an astonishing warrior. He severely damaged the giant lion, but was ultimately defeated by the giant lion.

"This is the Suanni monster, and its strength is comparable to that of the Divine Consciousness Stage. Even I may not be its opponent. How can any slave defeat him?" Shen Leling said.

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

After all, slaves with the blood of gods were extremely expensive and more laborious to cultivate. No one was willing to send gladiators to their deaths anymore.

Seeing the atmosphere subside, the organizer used magic to make his voice heard throughout the audience.

He said something, and soon the place became frenzied and agitated again, with people shouting at the top of their lungs and betting one after another.

Zi Chen translated: "He wants to send all the gladiators under his command to challenge the giant lion together."

"This is very unusual."

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

Zichen explained to her that it turned out that the organizer's profit mainly relied on the audience's bets, so this was actually a casino.

The admission fee is extremely cheap, and sometimes it’s even free.

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

"But after several consecutive games, the giant lion has been proven to be powerful. Now, there are not many people betting on ordinary gladiators, and there may not even be any."

"Why would you sacrifice all the gladiators you raised at this time? The organizer will probably lose money, because no gladiator is cheap."

"From the organizer's perspective, this last game is completely unnecessary unless..."

Shen Leling was very smart and said: "Unless the organizer knows that this gladiator will win."

Zichen thought about it for a while, and began to calculate the fate with his fingers.

Soon he was shocked and said: "Indeed...many gladiators can survive this fight...that giant lion is very dangerous and may lead to death."

When he reaches the Tao realm, he can calculate the fortunes and misfortunes of ordinary people. It is not too simple.

As long as he is willing, the results of every fight can be calculated.

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

Zi Chen frowned and said: "No way? It is very rare to be qualified to host the gladiatorial arena. This is an entertainment protected by the gods. You must swear an oath to the gods every day. Once the organizer does anything, it will be a serious blasphemy."

"In addition, the qualifications of gladiators are all public...if you look at them, they are indeed mortals."

Shen Leling asked strangely: "Then how do gladiators win?"

Zichen looked at the organizer, where many top dignitaries were.

Many people had slaves tied around them. Slaves were extremely common in Rome and every citizen had one.

Behind the organizer, I saw a slave hunched over and tied by chains. Although he was wearing local clothes, if you look closely, you could see that he looked like a person from Shenzhou.

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

Shen Leling opened his mouth wide: "Huh? We monks from the Central Plains? Are we going to be slaves here?"

Zichen sighed: "I said that if a monk breaks into this civilized world, he will be killed or enslaved. When I came here, I relied on the teleportation cloud to escape."

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

"It's just that monks in the Central Plains are arrogant and cannot bear the humiliation, so they often choose to commit suicide. Therefore, monk slaves in this civilization are still rare."

Shen Leling looked there and said, "This monk is forbearing or sincerely surrendering. Could it be that the organizer wants him to cast a spell and cheat secretly?"

Zichen shook his head and said: "Under the protection of the gods, off-site interference is a serious crime."

"By the way... this monk should also be good at calculating heavenly secrets, which is equivalent to prophecy here. This is something only senior priests can do."

"The organizer knows that his calculations are accurate, so he knows that the gladiator will win."

Betting on something is off-site, and if you have the ability to predict it, using it to operate does not count as interfering with the sacred gladiatorial tradition.

It's just that he knew in advance that this fight would be a big upset.

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

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

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p.s: Sorry.