Spartacus, whose body had long been swollen and deformed, only had a rough outline that was still reminiscent of the previous warrior.
Countless rods and daggers were intertwined horizontally or vertically through Spartacus's body.
But this did not hinder his progress at all.
Even if every step on the white marble floor leaves deep marks, and even if the shackles attached to Spartacus weigh tens of millions of pounds, Spartacus will not stop. Step down.
On the contrary, he will transform it into the power to rebel and move forward.
Spartacus advanced faster and faster, and finally ran completely.
Large chunks of pure white marble turned into powder like dry soil at the feet of Spartacus. Even the city walls and buildings around him began to collapse in pieces, and blue-white shadows went straight towards him. Towards Octavian on the high platform.
And everywhere Spartacus walked, everything was destroyed by "rebellion".
"Hahahahahaha, feel our rebellion! The oppressors——————————!"
As Spartacus continued to advance, even the pressure on Animusfia, Boudica and others was reduced a lot.
On the contrary, the veins on Spartacus's body became more and more obvious, as if everyone's pressure was concentrated on him alone.
Animusfia, who was able to catch her breath, took a few deep breaths and said to Nero:
"Your Majesty, it's our turn to launch a counterattack."
"Hmm!"
Nero turned to look at Animusfia and nodded heavily as if he had made up his mind.
Although he was no longer looking at Spartacus, the figure of Spartacus running forward was deeply engraved in Nero's eyes.
What kind of warrior can rebel against the great cause of "Octavian Augustus"?
Nero knew the answer today.
Even if the enemy standing on the high platform is the ancestor who should be her companion, even if the partner fighting side by side at this moment should be her enemy, Nero will not change her evaluation of Spartacus.
"Mercury"
Silver light lingered on Animusfia and Nero's bodies.
The two of them slowly floated up from the ground, and Animusfia's hands began to recharge with electricity.
Boudica and the soldiers around her were also able to move freely.
She raised the sword in her hand and ordered to the soldiers around her:
"Soldiers of Rome! Spartacus has opened the way for us, follow him and charge with me!"
Boudica held high the one-handed sword she named "Victory" and led the soldiers to charge forward.
Flames condensed under her feet, and at some point several horses also arrived in front of her.
The chariot burning with flames finally carried Boudica to the front of the team.
Even the long blade extending outward from the center of the wheel was filled with flames.
The outermost layer of Spartacus' skin began to crack, exposing blood and muscles. Then the cracks in the skin began to squirm again and returned to their original shape.
Only light white scars were left on Spartacus' body.
And Spartacus's size began to continue to increase amidst the constant injuries and healing, and strong magic power gathered in him.
Even without a Master, Spartacus can still obtain magic power through eternal rebellion and battle.
He came into this world voluntarily just to fight against the so-called "master".
As long as there is someone to resist, as long as he is still being oppressed, Spartacus can continue to fight--even until death.
In the end, like a small mountain peak running on the ground, the entire marble city was crumbling.
"Hey...it's actually Spartacus. How unlucky it is."
Octavian gritted his teeth and looked at the behemoth rushing towards him from the tower.
The era when Spartacus was active was an era when even Octavian's adoptive father, Caesar, had just taken up public office in the Senate and became a military tribune.
It would be another ten years before Caesar could establish his share of the great work that laid the foundation of the Roman Empire.
But even so, Caesar still had lingering fears when he recalled with Octavian the Spartacus rebellion that swept through Rome.
"The more you attack and the more you restrain, the stronger you become..."
Although he knew this, Octavian had no other way to subdue Spartacus.
Octavian was a servant who suppressed and restrained, and then established meritorious deeds; and Spartacus was like his opposite, able to resist Octavian from every angle.
I didn’t expect Nero to be able to get his help————————
Octavian looked in the direction of Nero and Animusphia.
but why?
Nero should be like him, being resisted by Spartacus.
Octavian's brows frowned. If this was the case, it meant that there might be a big problem with Nero's rule.
So big that even Spartacus could turn a blind eye to her for a while.
The ground beneath Octavian's feet began to shake, then tilt.
The entire circular pyramid-like tower shattered and fell in the direction of Spartacus.
The chalk city that symbolized the "Pax Romana" was about to collapse under the rebellion of Spartacus.
Although it is unknown why Spartacus turned a blind eye to Nero, Octavian obviously could not turn a blind eye to Spartacus.
Octavian recalled the many Servants summoned in Germania.
Perhaps it was not a matter of luck or bad luck at all, but that as Augustus of Rome he was destined to fight Spartacus, who symbolized rebellion.
"Then let's see if you can shake my rule, Spartacus————————!"
The beam staff and dagger continued to impact the advancing Spartacus, and the tower that was about to collapse was repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye and no longer fell.
What Octavian has to do now is very simple, that is, continue to suppress Spartacus as before, and see whether he finally suppresses the rebellion, or whether Spartacus, who has accumulated pressure, finally breaks out and overthrows his "peace".
Large chunks of marble protruded from the ground, trapping the charging soldiers.
There were fewer and fewer soldiers following Boudica. At first Boudica was able to break through the obstacles with her chariot.
But the further back she went, the more marbles blocked her path, and eventually even Boudica was trapped in them.
Under the impact of rods and swords, Spartacus continued to destroy the marble that grew like a fungus, gradually closing the distance between him and Octavian.
But in the end, even Spartacus' huge body was firmly sealed by the marble.
Keep destroying, keep repairing.
Constant rebellion and constant suppression.
"......Ha ha......."
Octavian panted and looked at the battlefield that suddenly became completely silent.
Marble cages large and small are scattered throughout the broken city.
There is no more sign of "rebellion", and Octavian's chalk city (Roma) returns to peace (Pax).
.....
It seems that his "peace" is better.
"......Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha------"
A faint laughter penetrated into Octavian's ears.
"Um?"
Octavian became alarmed again.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
This time the laughter was more obvious, it was the lingering rebellion, it was the heroic laughter of Spartacus.
The largest cage that restrained Spartacus began to shake violently, and finally burst completely.
"This is the rebellion of our generation!"
A huge amount of magic power erupted with Spartacus as the center, extending to all directions, eventually shattering all the cages and walls.
Octavian's pupils narrowed.
A figure that was no longer tall came to Octavian's eyes.
That was the original Spartacus, the original Spartacus after all the oppression was transformed into power and released.
Even the power of heroic spirits was released, the most primitive rebel.
Even then, he still smiled and waved the broken sword in his hand at Octavian.
"puff"
A soft muffled sound sounded.
"Then, let me suppress it."
Spartacus's right hand, which he was about to wave, froze in mid-air, and his eyes slowly looked down.
A rod held by Octavian pierced his chest and shattered his spiritual core.
"You alone cannot shake Rome. It was before, it is now, and it will be like this in the future."
However, there was no trace of regret on Spartacus's face, and he was still filled with a smile.
"...I will never be the only one who rebels against you, you oppressor————!"
"Um?"
The one-handed sword named "Victory" penetrated Spartacus's body from behind, and also pierced Octavian's abdomen.
"This is the rebellion of [my generation], Augustus of Rome!"
Boudicca spoke the second half of Spartacus's unfinished sentence.
