Chapter 408 Confrontation (4)



Chapter 408 Confrontation (4)

Having said this, Luca suddenly stopped what he was doing, wiped the sticky juice from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Aetius.

"As far as I know, it's true that I am an excellent centurion. My promotion made Anthony feel uncomfortable. Together with Guy, there is the Senate and the Vatican. You must have struck a balance between them before you killed him, didn't you?" Luca's eyes were filled with anger. He was not afraid of his own weakness, or that he was afraid that Aetius would kill him and so he flattered him to protect himself.

In the blink of an eye, half a circle passed, and the next time was already measured in seconds. Finally, the blue beast could no longer hold back its temper and began to show its fangs, which were the sharp long knives hanging on both sides of the wheel. In the sun, the long knives turned and flashed a dazzling silver light.

At the bend, the blue chariot began to accelerate, and its intention became increasingly clear: it was going to use the long knife on its wheels to cut off the wheels of the red car when it was about to reach the finish line.

"You finally decided to kill me, but you didn't expect that I would survive." Luca said. He was tired of squatting, so he sat on the ground and looked up at Aetius, who was sitting upright in his seat but his expression had changed.

"I knew you wouldn't be so weak that you would forget all the mistakes you made." Luca couldn't help but sighed, lowered his head, picked up a grape, blew off the dust, and stuffed it into his mouth. He said coldly, "But as you wished, Orius Luca is indeed dead. He died in the sea of ​​fire. At that time, he vaguely saw you in the flames and waved his hand towards you, hoping to get your help. But you, from beginning to end "I really want to know what it was like to scream like that." At this point, Luca couldn't help but close his eyes and take a deep breath, then slowly said, "I don't know if you smelled it, the smell of burnt flesh and blood is still in my nose. And the meat is exactly the same as the meat roasted at the banquet, except that the roasted sheep are dead, but the people are alive. He watched his meat being roasted to a char. The people stopped screaming, their faces were ashen, as if they didn't feel any pain."

Luka spoke in a very gentle tone, but the speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and the other people present had pale faces, and lost face in front of Luka. Perhaps what Luka said hurt their stomachs, and their imaginations made their stomachs even more unbearable, but they still endured it, and in front of Luka, they pretended to be worldly soldiers.

"So what? This is war. You saw it then. The Burgundians surrounded you like a flood. Our cavalry charged many times but couldn't even tear a path through the crowd for you to escape." Aetius defended himself. His eyes looked sincere and he didn't seem to be lying, but Luca didn't think so.

"You're lying!"

Just as Aetius finished speaking, Luca interrupted him decisively, which really made Aetius a little confused. Aetius was obviously unable to hold back, and he had just vented his anger. Now Luca did not take advantage of the situation but instead added fuel to the fire, causing Aetius' right hand to involuntarily grasp the hilt of the sword. The soldiers around understood what Aetius meant. They realized that Luca was playing with fire at this time, and everyone put their hands on the hilt of the sword at the same time, waiting for Aetius's order and then killing him in groups.

"You don't recognize me because you are afraid of me, Lord Aetius!" Luca said, and then picked up the last apple under the overturned fruit plate.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you? Flavius ​​Luca!" When it came to Luca's name, Aetius clenched his teeth and the sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Oh, Lord Aetius." Luca shrugged, took a bite of the apple and said, "My coming here has proved to you that I am not afraid of the iron sword in your hand. However, you have to know that killing the imperial soldier captain in such a public place has established your reputation as a traitor. Of course, imagine that a traitor appeared in the capital of Rome, how long would he live? This is a question, and the answer is in your hands." Luca pointed to the sword in Aetius's hand and said casually. He stretched out his hand to sweep the audience around him and said to Aetius, "Do you think I am not prepared at all? Of course, if I can't survive, you can't survive either!"

At this moment, a huge crash was heard behind them, followed by a burst of exclamations from the audience. Looking over, it turned out that the blue chariot behind had overturned. The gorgeous chariot was no longer the same as it was when it started, and it was broken into several pieces. The horse driver was thrown out and fell unconscious in an inconspicuous corner. The war horse neighed, driving the wreckage of the chariot behind it forward. Even if it surpassed the red chariot in front and crashed through the finish line, it was a failure without the horse driver.

The driver of the red chariot stopped his horse. He had already won, so it didn't matter whether he hit the finish line or not. He just raised his head and enjoyed the cheers from all directions, and returned to the finish line like a triumphant warrior.

"Who's winning?"

Aetius suddenly asked this question to the guards around him. But they were all silent, only Majorian hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "Sir, the car we bet on lost."

"So that's how it is."

Aetius rubbed the gem on the hilt with his right hand, his expression solemn, listening to the cheers of the crowd, he knew that it did not belong to him.

"The cheers of the audience are the life of the athletes. Similarly, the support of the nobles and the people is our life. We live for this." Aetius murmured with his head down. At this moment, the guards beside him seemed to understand what he meant and suddenly drew their swords and slashed at Luca's back.

"when!"

With a crisp sound and flying sparks, the guard's sword suddenly flew out of his hand, drew an arc in the air, and landed on the audience seats not far behind, causing quite a stir.

The guard was stunned, rubbing his red, swollen and numb right hand, and turned around to take a closer look. It turned out that it was Luca's guard who arrived, and the person who knocked his iron sword away was Andrew.

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"See, I told you I was prepared." Luca said, probably because he ate too much fruit and couldn't help burping, but it didn't affect him. He held the last apple in his hand, looked at Aetius, and said with a smile: "Oh, I forgot to answer your question. What is the way to drive away flies? The answer is to eat everything they attract, so that they won't be attracted."

(End of this chapter)


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