"Stop!"
At that moment, an elderly man dressed as a priest hurried over, ordering the golden guards to sheathe their weapons, then solemnly gazing at the haughty man atop the golden chariot, in a serious tone, "Today is the festival dedicated to the great Horus, do you intend to cause trouble now?"
In this era.
The only thing capable of challenging kingship is likely to be divine authority.
The haughty young man’s eyes narrowed ominously, first locked onto Hegel, then swept Duncan with a cold snort and gestured, "Put away the weapons."
At this moment, Duncan also retracted Grandfather while Hegel released the giant elephant in front of him.
A strong dragon does not suppress local snakes.
Despite the apparent trouble-seeking of the opponent, that was debatable.
A group of barbarians cleared the road.
The extremely luxurious golden chariot slowly passed by, and as the golden lion passed, Duncan glanced while holding Grandfather, causing the giant lion to immediately whimper and run away with its tail between its legs.
As for other barbarians, they were eyeing thighs, chests, and rears, not looking would be a waste, as the scantily dressed dancing girls incited delight within them.
A coarse phrase: Want to sleep.
Only after the opponent left did Hegel turn around, whispering, "Did I stir up trouble?"
On entering the city, Duncan repeatedly warned them not to stir up trouble.
"No."
Duncan patted Hegel’s shoulder, smiling, "Causing trouble and others deliberately causing trouble are two different things."
Hegel seemed to partially comprehend, but still felt touched.
It’s insane!
Wanting to inexplicably show them a defeat.
Duncan could be irritable too, that son of the Golden King clearly sought trouble, all were Mythical Era figures, who feared who!
On Hegel, the mark of the God of Strength was glowing.
In this situation, they definitely couldn’t back down.
A group of barbarians casually found an inn, where Hegel called Crete over, whispering, "Find a chance in the next two days to settle the matter. Quinn is genuinely very angry."
Normally Duncan is the most rational, reasoned.
Today he felled that mighty golden lion with a punch, making Hegel sense his great anger and heavy killing intent.
Surely, it was that witch Gleya who started it, yet doesn’t put it out, having simmered all the way.
The barbarians’ train of thought was simply that.
Not long after.
Crete excitedly returned, Hegel thought he had swiftly found a beautiful woman, but didn’t expect him to exclaim excitedly, "There’s an arena here! A very, very large coliseum!"
"They’re holding a gladiator festival dedicated to the gods."
Hegel, upon hearing this, put aside finding a woman, excitedly asking, "Really?"
The God of Strength, Kod, also doubles as the God of Competition.
Barbarians on the global pursuit of glory, favored participating in local competitive gladiator fights, even joining the Ogre fortress’s Cage of Blood.
This was the easiest way to attract the gaze of Furious Gods.
Champion!
Seizing the champion title of the arena, presented to the great God of Competition!
The Furious Gods relish the barbarians slaying and posturing worldwide, even in monster’s disorderly gladiator pits, they’d cast their gaze.
The glory lay before them.
Hegel was already eager for action.
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