Chapter 380

Spartacus, of course, saw the light.

He clenched the weapon in his hand, frowned, and looked at the light that was getting closer and closer to the ground.

The three werewolves, on the other hand, were guarding Spartacus, staring warily at the sky.

They let out a warning howl, while everyone around them noticed the anomaly.

"You see, what is that?"

"It's a miracle. It's the miracle of Mars!"

"Ha ha ha, we are going to win! Die, you slaves! Do you see, that's God, God is on our side! You are dead! "

The morale of the Roman army rose, and all began to cheer.

Meanwhile, the slave army all raised their vigilance. At the same time, they began to feel a little confused. They didn't know what kind of situation they would face next.

The light finally reached the ground.

It hit the Roman army heavily and caused a lot of casualties. But this did not affect the enthusiasm of the Roman soldiers. They hold up their weapons and shout the name of Mars!

A huge figure came out of the golden light.

He was dressed in golden armor, and his manner was full of dignity. His eyes, too, were golden, and his hair was still, but slightly, fluttering.

"Long live Mars, the God of war!"

"You are invincible!"

"We submit to you!"

The Roman soldiers kowtowed to Mars, praised him, and cheered him.

It's not in Mars' eyes at all.

He gazed at Spartacus on the other side of the battlefield and made a thunderous voice, "mortal, surrender to me!"

Spartacus is also looking at Mars.

At this moment, he was a little bit in a trance.

Finally, he came to this step all the way.

He never thought that one day he would lead thousands of troops to fight against the Roman army.

He never thought that he would one day appear in the same battlefield with the gods.

The little dream he had in mind was to become an excellent fighter, so that the Thracians would become more powerful and gain more territory. Then Spartacus gave birth to some lively cubs with Sula, and when he got older, he taught them how to fight and how to be a real man.

Finally, he and Sula will grow old and die together, bury them in the soil and turn them into fodder for the earth.

But with the destruction of her hometown and Sura's death, this little dream has become an eternal scar and left in Spartacus' heart.

All of them, stopped moving and looked at Mars, the God of war.

After he made his voice, all the people, whether Roman or slave, could not control their bodies and knelt down to Mars voluntarily or forced.

There was only one man standing on the battlefield.

Compared with the people around him, the standing man is so conspicuous.

Looking at this man, Mars, the God of war, walked towards him, and his thunderous voice sounded again, "surrender to me!"

"No!" The voice of Spartacus followed.

"You are not worthy of my submission! There is a God in my heart. He is thousands of times better than you

"I'd rather die than surrender to you!"

Spartacus's answer caused an uproar.

Even the people in the slave army looked at Spartacus in disbelief.

You know, now they are facing a real God, and Mars, who is famous for war and bravery.

Although many people are full of hatred towards Mars, they will temporarily put away their hatred and be forced to lower their heads when facing the gods.

But Spartacus did not.

He directly faced Mars, the God of war, and even questioned the authority of God of war.

Such an act is a blatant provocation. In the eyes of others, it is an act of ignoring one's own life for the sake of faith.

The Roman soldiers began to whisper.

"Is this man crazy?"

"It's no use. No matter how powerful he is, he's just a human being! It is impossible for mankind to defeat the God of war

"I think he's stupid, but He is also a man of courage. "

On the other side of the slave army, however, some people continued to stand up.

They were forced to kneel on the ground by the great power of Mars, but at this time, they stood up. Although these people don't have the energy to speak like Spartacus. Just a stand up action consumes a lot of their physical strength and will.

But their actions are more powerful than all words.Soon, most of the people in the slave Army stood up.

Their eyes are firm and resolute. Although their faces are full of painful expression under the divine power, they try their best to stand upright!

"Man! Die Mars, the God of war, said no more. He waved his weapon and threw it at Spartacus.

In fact, Spartacus knew that he was not the opponent of Mars.

But he still clenched the blade in his hand and met the attack of Mars, the God of war.

However, before Spartacus met Mars, he was swept away by the power fluctuation of Mars.

The three werewolves immediately jumped up and blocked Spartacus with their bodies, which made him stop.

Spartacus gasped, his mouth and eyes bleeding. And he knew that in the first attack, he had three ribs short. Now, as soon as he breathes, he feels severe pain in his lungs.

He braced himself to his feet and said, "come again!"

Everyone looked at the crumbling Spartacus and fell silent.

Even the Roman soldiers, looking at Spartacus, became complicated.

People can die, but faith doesn't.

Not everyone has the courage to face the gods.

Therefore, when people look at such a brave person, regardless of the position of both sides, they will produce a trace of respect from the bottom of their hearts.

Obviously, not everyone can appreciate such courage.

Mars, the God of war, was obviously angry at Spartacus's behavior. "Well, you're the first mortal to take my move! But that's it! "

With that, he launched another attack in the direction of Spartacus.

This attack is much stronger than the previous one in terms of strength and speed, and the golden lights are flying in the direction of Spartacus with Mars' attack.

There was a very dangerous smell in the golden light.

Spartacus assumed a fighting posture, with no trace of fear in his eyes.

He is a soldier, no matter what kind of enemy he will not shrink back!

Be a soldier!

Death is the soul of war! ..

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