Chapter 233 The God of Thunder Descends Into Anger

The gladiator fight soon began, with a total of 320 gladiators fighting against the monster lion.

"According to plan, this is our last chance."

A strong gladiator spoke in a low voice that only those around him could hear.

"Sparta, can we really do this? There are heroes in the stands..." The gladiator next to him held the weapon in his hand tightly.

The man named Sparta said in a deep voice: "Don't be timid."

"We are the heroes."

There are more than three hundred gladiators with determined eyes. It turns out that they are going to revolt today.

They have nothing to fear. This is a fight to the death, which means one party must die.

It is death anyway, so it is better to fight and die on the road of pursuing freedom.

Immediately, they put aside all fear and rushed towards the giant lion.

The formation is extremely particular, with a clear division of labor. Some attract the giant lion from the front, protect each other with shields, and support each other, while others go around to the back.

The entire process was smooth, fearless, and well-trained.

Seeing how brave they were in the stands, they didn't need to be urged, and they immediately burst out in uproar.

Even the organizer was watching with excitement. His oriental slave had predicted the outcome, but he didn't know how he would win.

But soon, he knew.

I saw the gladiators cooperating with each other, approaching the giant lion's neck one after another, even if they were bitten to death or beaten away, they would not hesitate.

The giant lion shook its head, swung its tail, waved its claws and bared its teeth, and killed several gladiators in a row, showing its majesty.

The gladiators were extremely sad and angry, but they still rushed forward without fear of death.

But the strange thing is that not a single knife was used to chop down the giant lion.

"What are they doing?"

"Death?"

The organizer was very disappointed and didn't know what these people were doing. Mortal gladiators had also besieged the giant lion before. Although they all died, they could at least cause some damage to the giant lion.

But this time, the gladiators just wanted to climb on the back of the giant lion's neck and had no idea what to do.

The giant lion was extremely smart, he saw some clues, and his hands became much lighter.

There were so many gladiators, and with their bravery and fearless cooperation, they finally climbed onto the giant lion.

"Don't kill me! Stupid lion, I'm here to save you!"

Sparta jumped up bravely, suddenly spit out a key from his mouth, and inserted it into the keyhole of the giant lion's collar.

"What!"

Many nobles were shocked, and the organizer was even more furious, asking his wife: "Why do they have the key!"

"I...I..." His wife, who was originally dignified and noble, turned pale when she saw this.

It turns out that the key to the sacred chain is kept by her, and she often has sex with the strong gladiator.

She never expected that the key she had kept so well would be stolen unknowingly. This was her negligence!

The organizer glared at his wife, and then ordered his guards to shoot arrows.

However, the Eastern monk slave suddenly said: "My master, the gladiatorial fight is sacred. Once it starts, there must be no interference from outside the field."

"And if the fight is declared over, you have to pay both sides' stakes, which will cause you to suffer heavy losses."

The organizer was stunned and calmed down.

The gladiatorial fight is sacred and cannot be interfered with outside the arena, but neither can those inside the arena interfere with the outside of the arena. The compensation required to end the gladiatorial fight is too much, so he can wait until these slaves come out and then take care of it.

"Hmph! It's just a riot by a few hundred slaves. Such reckless riots happen dozens of times every year in the empire, so what?"

He looked at the man in gold robe sitting on a luxurious seat.

It was a hero with the bloodline of Mercury, the god of commerce, and it was he who captured the giant lion. Sure enough, the hero remained calm and did not take these slaves seriously at all.

So the organizer smiled and sat back down.

At the same time, Sparta opened the giant lion's chain. As soon as he saw Sparta taking out the key, the giant lion took the initiative to stop attacking.

"It is better to die on the battlefield fighting for freedom than to die in the gladiatorial arena for the pleasure of the nobles." Sparta shouted, raising his sword high.

The giant lion had had enough of this place, but the sacred chains restrained it. Now it broke free from the shackles and looked up to the sky with a roar that was deafening.

Then he pounced towards the stands, leaping tens of feet!

There was an uproar in the stands, confusion and commotion.

"Slaves, kill for freedom!"

The Spartans led people to chop the shackles apart. They were just normal people and did not need the sacred chains.

At this moment, there was a collective riot, but they were running in the opposite direction to the giant lion.

Zichen and Shen Leling stood up suddenly, not expecting such a result.

Instead of fighting the giant lion, the gladiators let it go and took the opportunity to revolt.

"Ah! The giant lion ran out!"

"Slave riot! It's slave riot!"

There was chaos in the stands as crowds crowded around to avoid the giant lion.

A guard stepped forward to stop him, but was smashed into a bloody mist by the shadow of the giant claw shot by the giant lion.

"Little lion, if I can catch you once, I can catch you twice." The man in gold robe drew out his sharp sword and faced the giant lion.

The divine light on his body, Xixi, easily blocked the giant lion's attack.

Wing-like shadows grew out of his legs, allowing him to fly in the air at extremely fast speeds.

With a backhand sword, as fast as lightning, it pierced the giant lion's eye.

The giant lion bared its teeth and suddenly flashed a glimmer of light. It actually blocked this extremely fast sword with its eyeballs!

"The divine power of invulnerability is really troublesome. It seems that I have to borrow a divine weapon again."

The man in the golden robe said, extending his hand to the two slaves who accompanied him to watch the fight.

The two slaves wore sacred chains and were also strong men with the power of divine veins.

Seeing this, he begged with all his strength: "Descendants of the triple great Mercury, please don't sacrifice us..."

The man in the golden robe ignored them, and started praying with a slave in each hand, actually treating these two people as sacrifices to the gods.

Under the constraints of the sacred chain, the two were unable to resist, and soon their bodies burst into flames and were destroyed in ashes.

This is the sacrificial fire that can burn all sacrifices.

These are his slaves and private property. As long as they are recognized as sacrifices, they can be sacrifices.

After being burned, the two people will instantly appear at the place of the sacrificed god, completely controlled by the god, and can be manipulated at will.

The gods can also absorb it and use it to enhance their divine power and power. The extent of the increase depends on the preciousness of the sacrifice.

In an instant, a ray of divine light fell from the sky and fell into the hands of the golden-robed man.

The divine light soon turned into a spear with wings, which was a small gift from the gods in return.

"Artifact!"

"Hero, help."

The people in the stands shouted, but the giant lion knew that he was no match for him, so he didn't want to fight at all and rushed straight out to kill him.

The divine power of this giant lion's bloodline ignores all human weapons, that is, except for divine weapons, none of them can hurt him.

At this moment, carrying the bow, arrows, sword and gun, he fought his way out of the arena and jumped out of the arena.

Mercury, the god of commerce and trade whom the man in gold robe serves, is also the fastest god, which allows him to reach extremely fast speeds after activating the power of his divine veins.

Not to mention the artifact, the wings on the spear shook, and he appeared in front of the giant lion in an instant.

The giant lion couldn't escape at all and was poked through a hole by a spear.

It rushed left and right, but the man in gold robes always appeared in front of him.

"Hey... do you want to die or live?" The man in gold robe took out another sacred chain.

The giant lion was fed up with being enslaved. This time he said he would not be captured alive again. He roared like a madman and resisted and fought desperately.

The man in gold robe saw this and after a fierce fight, he had no choice but to stab him to death.

However, at the same time, the rebellious gladiators relied on the giant lions to capture the strongest men on the field, and they were not afraid of death, and actually killed the guards until they retreated.

Not only that, but he is also constantly rescuing other slaves in the crowd and growing his own team.

The organizer yelled at the top of his lungs for people to stop him. Suddenly, he saw the Eastern monk slave who was kneeling next to him rushed into the rioting team at some point.

"Asshole! Come back here!"

However, his order failed, and Sparta had already used the key to unlock the man's shackles.

"Go to hell with you barbarians!" After breaking free from the chains, the Eastern monk's face changed instantly.

With a backhand, he spit out a flying sword from his mouth and pierced the organizer's throat.

Although the organizer has some divine power, not all bloodlines of gods are good at fighting, and they still cannot withstand this bright sword light.

After only half a move, he was killed from a distance.

"You, you..." The slave owner fell down, staring at the panicked wife beside him, refusing to close his eyes.

Zi Chen and Shen Leling watched the whole process and saw Sparta leading the slaves out of the arena.

"So that's it. They used the giant lion to delay the heroes, and they broke out from the opposite direction... Although they are weak, there are also some fallen strong men among the slave group. This monk is not sure, but he also participated in planning this riot."

Shen Leling was a little surprised: "You ran away so easily?"

Zichen shook his head and said: "You have to know that there are many noble citizens at the scene. The mission of the guards is to protect them first, not to prevent slaves from escaping."

"As for the slave uprising, regular troops will soon encircle and suppress it."

"Slave uprisings often occur in this empire. In all places, there are about a dozen times every year. They are almost commonplace, but none of them have been able to overthrow this empire."

"Because the regular army is stronger, and the slaves have no divine protection, it is impossible to win the final victory."

Shen Leling was speechless. Is slave uprising a common occurrence? This is simply unimaginable in the Central Plains.

She followed the crowd out and saw the uprising team getting bigger and bigger on the street.

The city was full of slaves, owned by every household and by everyone, and there were many large slave markets.

The leader of the uprising roared loudly and contagiously. Instead of running around without thinking, he led the people to rush to various slave gathering places to rescue more of the same kind.

This suddenly swept the riot. At the beginning, more than a thousand people had gathered, and it was still growing.

However, this is the city of Rome, and rioting here is many times more difficult than elsewhere.

There were many powerful people in the city, and soon many people who had awakened the divine veins rushed to the scene.

The Eastern monk gritted his teeth and fought fiercely with his sword. His face was ugly. He was unable to defeat all kinds of divine power and could only resist with force.

But soon, the man in golden robe also swung and flew back as fast as lightning, blocking the sky above the slaves.

"Rome had three tools. The first was a tool without sound, and the second was a tool that only roared."

"The third type is a 'talking tool'."

The man in gold robe said leisurely, not paying attention to this slave at all.

Sparta pointed to the sky and roared: "We are not talking tools!"

"Boom!" Suddenly dark clouds gathered in the sky and thousands of thunders roared.

A divine power descended, causing everyone's expressions to change.

The man in gold robe was shocked: "You have angered the King of Gods! The Great Lord of Thunder!"

"Lightning is his weapon, and you will be punished by God!"

The slaves were all dumbfounded, and many of them knelt down on the spot.

Sparta gritted his teeth and stood erect, unwilling to give in.

The Eastern monk was confused: "What the hell! I'm in the stage of spiritual consciousness. I just want to go home. You, the king of gods, come out to fuck me?"

Zi Chen and Shen Leling in the crowd were also stunned. More than a thousand slaves rioted, could they alert the God King? This country is too scary.

However, they didn't know that the Divine Veins and heroes present were also confused. It's not like that. Slaves are not protected by the gods. It doesn't mean that the gods will personally take care of them after the riot.

And it’s not necessary. In most cases, the regular army can solve it.

They all looked up at the sky and saw huge thunder piercing the sky, a burst of white light and lightning striking out.

The huge forked lightning, like a weapon made of lightning, struck hard...

On a tall temple in the city.

"Ah?" The man in gold robe was shocked, what's going on? The great god king, hacking his own temple?

At this time, the figure of a young man emerged from the top of the temple.

Arcs of electricity were running through his body, and there were many cracks in his flesh and blood caused by lightning strikes, and smoke was rising.

However, the injury healed quickly, and the young man pointed his gun into the sky with a loud voice.

"Who's hacking me? Get out!"

Only then did everyone understand that someone was standing on the top of the temple. This was a serious crime of blasphemy. No wonder the king of the gods issued a divine punishment.

When hearing this familiar voice, Shen Leling in the crowd covered his mouth in disbelief.

"Yan...Yan slave!"

Shen Leling's voice trembled with excitement, but soon became worried.

Why did Yan Nu live in Rome? He also stepped on the temple, which directly angered the God King!

The sudden appearance of an old friend and this incident made Shen Leling confused and confused.

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p.s: Sorry.