Sartonilos's smile gradually froze at the corner of his mouth.
Although the worship of gods was very common in the city of Rome, and there were temples and believers everywhere, people from all walks of life had their own gods. However, the scene in front of them was completely beyond everyone's imagination.
The pair of wings made entirely of shadows was like a nightmare, invading the real world.
Many people, including Sartonilos, even suspected that they were dreaming at this moment.
However, no matter how hard they slapped their cheeks, they could not wake up from this nightmare. All they could do was watch as the pair of black wings spread out. During that period, they even saw shadows that looked like feathers sliding down from the sky. Their mouths were wide open, and their faces were filled with shock.
Zhang Heng did not stay in place for too long. He did not forget that the pair of wings behind him could only be used for twelve seconds a day.
So the next moment, he grabbed Bach in front of him, and the Germanic only felt his body lighten. After that, he found that his feet were off the ground, and his body began to rise at the same time.
Despite Zhang Heng's warning, Bach still couldn't help but let out a strange cry. The Germanic who was not afraid of anything began to struggle in horror.
In this day and age, there were no airplanes or hot air balloons. Except for the unlucky guy who was fitted with candle wings to cosplay as Icarus, who had been launched by a catapult, no one else had ever experienced the feeling of flying. The feeling of insecurity of leaving the ground suddenly surged into the heart of Bach, who had lived on land all his life.
It was also at this time that Zhang Heng realized that the Germanic was actually so afraid of something. Looking at Bach, it seemed like he would rather fight with Sartonilos and the others on the ground than leave his beloved land.
So Zhang Heng had no choice but to say, "Behave yourself. I will put you down once we leave this place."
Zhang Heng did not know if it was because Bach's words worked, or because the two were now quite high above the ground, the Germanic finally stopped kicking and calmed down. However, his body was as stiff as a piece of wood, and both his hands were grabbing Zhang Heng's arm tightly.
Zhang Heng flew past two warehouses with Bach and landed on the ground in a deserted place.
After some practice, he had become more and more proficient at controlling the pair of shadow wings behind him. Before this, he had also practiced flying with a heavy load. Perhaps it was different from what he felt, but this pair of seemingly weightless wings actually had a good load-bearing capacity. When he took off, he could carry about 250 kilograms of weight, which was about the weight of two ordinary people. However, this was also his limit.
And too much weight would affect his flying speed and agility. If the people on the ground threw their weapons at the same time, Zhang Heng would have to use the Germanic as a shield. Fortunately, Sartonilos and the others seemed to be completely scared out of their wits. They stood there motionlessly, watching the two fly over their heads.
As soon as he landed, the Germanic immediately found a wall and began to vomit.
"Are you kidding me? We haven't even flown that far." Zhang Heng was also stunned when he saw this. Because of Bach's heavy weight, their flying speed was actually quite slow, and there were no bumps along the way. However, Zhang Heng immediately realized that Bach might not be physically uncomfortable, but purely a mental problem similar to flying.
And Bach had unknowingly caught up with the trend. He was probably the first person to suffer from flying in the second century AD.
However, his body was strong after all. After vomiting for a while, he immediately recovered. When he looked at Zhang Heng again, the look in his eyes had changed. It was a mixture of fear and admiration. "You … which god's incarnation are you? Mars, the God of War? Or Pluto, the King of Hell? Wait … are you Jupiter, the king of the gods? "
Zhang Heng was not surprised that Bach asked such a question.
After all, in ancient Greece and Rome, there were many incarnations of the gods who messed around in the human world. History and mythology were completely mixed together. This also explained why the scene just now shocked Sartonilos and others so much. Other than witnessing the incarnation of the gods in the human world with their own eyes, they could not find any other reasonable explanation.
This was also the reason why they did not dare to chase after Zhang Heng until now. They had the guts to join forces to deal with a powerful foreign gladiator, but even if they were given ten guts, they would not dare to join forces to deal with a god.
However, Zhang Heng did not answer this question directly. Some things were more believable if left unsaid. So he just made a silent gesture to Bach.
Soon after landing, the twelve-second time limit was over. The wings on Zhang Heng's back had long been retracted, and his body had returned to normal. However, after experiencing the feeling of flying in the sky, Bach was convinced that Zhang Heng was the incarnation of a certain god.
And with this, Bach found an excuse for not being able to defeat Zhang Heng.
"You are a god. No wonder I can't beat you. No, it should be that no one can beat you." The Germanic came to a sudden realization. After that, he quickly added, "Oh, sorry, I forgot. I can swear that I will never reveal your true identity in front of others again."
"Actually, it doesn't matter. No one saw me using my divine power today except for you," Zhang Heng said. "Anyway, the rise of every gladiator is accompanied by countless legends. Just treat this as adding another legend to my story."
This was also the reason why Zhang Heng felt at ease using his trump card. Even if Sartonilos and the others were stupid enough to tell others about it, most people would only think that they were looking for an excuse for their incompetence. At this moment, Zhang Heng and Bach were probably completely scared out of their wits. It was still unknown whether they would dare to tell others about what happened today.
After that, Zhang Heng and Bach swaggered to the street, and no suspicious people came to attack them or follow them. The two returned to their residence without a hitch. According to the school, Habitus had also gone home, and he asked someone to tell the school that he would go to the Amphitheatrum Flavium by himself tomorrow.
Bach sneered when he heard this, "Will this guy dare to show up tomorrow?"
"He can't do anything if he doesn't show up. The contract he signed with the school hasn't been fulfilled yet. He can't leave," Zhang Heng said, "But he will be in trouble tomorrow."
"Huh?"
"I cut off two of his fingers. It should affect him a lot. After all, he can't hold a weapon with three fingers," Zhang Heng said lightly.
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