The Death Knell

In 200 AD, Rome, the capital of the Roman Empire.

Compared with the Greeks who advocated individualism and loved freedom as a national character, the Romans paid more attention to the strength of the collective.

Whenever they had free time, they liked to gather in public places to talk loudly and discuss political affairs. Therefore, large public places were particularly important in the lives of the Romans. Therefore, public baths were also a place where everyone liked to gather.

Many public baths were open-air, and some of the better ones had domes, filled with steam and heat as slaves worked desperately in the basement to provide hot water.

People here meet each other honestly, let themselves go, and it’s very lively.

The quarrels of the philosophers, the cries to catch the thieves, the great splashes of water as people jumped into the baths, the moans of the prostitutes for the pleasure of their customers, formed a very noisy melody.

In addition to the common occupations, there are also people who plucking people's hair as a profession. Their clients will always scream when their armpit hair is pulled out, which becomes a scene in the music score. treble.

The wine sellers, sausage sellers, and other snack sellers are all doing business. The many restaurants in the bathhouse are shouting to attract customers. It is more like a big market with several more pools, and all the customers are there. No clothes.

The bathhouse area is basically divided into hot water hall, warm water hall and cold water hall. The hot water is too hot and the cold water is too cold, so people gather around the warm water pool most of the time. It is so chaotic that it is like a paradise of corruption.

Of course, rich people can take their slaves to the small hall to enjoy some tranquility. After a massage and rub their backs, they can do a steaming session, and then they can comfortably put on white sheets and go out.

It was such a man who seemed to be an aristocrat, even though he was enjoying a massage with a golden laurel crown on his head, he suddenly opened his eyes in the private water bath side room.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, and he suddenly turned over from the massage table and sat up.

"No! I actually lost!"

But this is a bathhouse, and even he can't appear in front of everyone wearing that high-tech armor, let alone take a bath and get a massage while wearing it.

"Master? Did we do something wrong? Please don't be angry."

The female slaves who massaged him were so frightened that they fell to their knees. In ancient Rome, these women were worth less than a working ox or a war horse. Although the Roman Empire banned the arbitrary execution of slaves starting in 82 BC, they were tortured until There is no problem with being seriously injured or being resold to a brothel.

The emperor covered his face with his hands, wiped the sweat off his face, and calmed down a little.

It should be fine, it's just a clone in the timeline that was defeated, but isn't it alive? Besides, I exist in various time fragments at the same time. I am a free existence in the super-time flow. I shouldn’t be found, right?

There is no deep hatred. Although the man who once fucked the Laughing Bat and Perpetua is terrible, the flow of time is the most reliable barrier.

Thinking of this, he relaxed a lot, lay back on the bed, and pulled off the sheets that he had wrapped himself in:

"It's none of your business, let's play something else. Who wants to give me a baby? There will be a reward."

The female slaves were naturally excited, and for a while the entire side hall was filled with spring scenery. The sounds of laughter and flesh-on-flesh collisions quickly sounded, and all kinds of English swear words were heard during this period.

However, just three minutes later, he released his life essence, as if he was intoxicated by the aftertaste of completing his biological mission...

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and his head exploded into a rotten watermelon as he closed his eyes and recollected.

The screams of women, the sound of guns being pulled, and demonic ridicules all sounded at the same time.

"Do you think you can sit back and relax by hiding in the time stream? Haha..." The weird man in black and yellow armor fell gently from the chimney, ignoring the screaming women, and let the strangulation destroy the corpses and wipe out the traces to read some Memory: "I'm so naive, I don't understand what a Supreme Mage is."

There was a black-haired girl standing behind the man. She covered her face with her hands while her face turned red, but she peeked through her fingers at everything that had happened before:

"Why did we choose this time? Although I have heard that many students in school have done this, this is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes, and I feel a little indescribable."

"Because he is not wearing armor at this time. Why bother to work hard when you can do it with bullets?" Su Ming calmly put away God Jingos, and then asked Strangler to modify the memories of all the slaves: "We are now It’s the same situation as the Emperor, being in all timelines of Earth 12 at the same time. Although it sounds a bit strange, I am very curious about which thing I saw is the strangest.”

"Can we go? They all peeed out of fear uncontrollably. The smell is really not good." Lori put down her hand. She sighed softly and looked around the women's bodies again, with regret. He looked down at his feet.

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In prehistoric times, human society had just entered the patriarchal tribal system. Bonfires brought people the seeds of civilization, and one tribe was worshiping the gods who came to the world.

This god has no face and is blue and gold in color. He teaches people how to smoke a white powder to reach the peak of happiness, but also requires the tribe to produce a black metal in exchange.

At this time, the god was standing on the altar made of rubble, looking into the distance with his hands behind his back. He looked so majestic and tall.

People bowed down to him and offered fruits and meat from hunting. However, the god looked down upon their food and did not like the beautiful women they offered.

Only when someone fights in front of the gods and someone dies for it, the gods will look at the corpse and reward everyone.

At this time, another round of duel before the gods was about to begin again. The gods stood up, raised their hands and let out a wild roar. The primitive people remembered the goodness of white powder, and some of them suddenly fell ill and scratched at the same time. body, rolling back and forth.

They are the ones chosen by God. They will be thrown into the arena and survive until only one person is left, so that everyone can receive the God's gift powder.

But today's situation was different. Just before the god's hands were put down, the figure of another god suddenly appeared behind him. The new god was half yellow and half black, with a shining weapon in his hand.

With a flash of fire, the original god was cut in half.

It turns out that gods can also bleed, and gods can also die. The color of the blood is like that of humans. When it flows on the black stone altar, it soon emits a sweet smell.

Only then did the tribesmen discover that gods were also divided into strong and weak ones, and obviously the one with the bigger weapon in his hand was stronger.