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0076 The power born from the bond of brotherhood
"This is a map of the entire Diya area. Can you see it?"
Zhou Yun pointed to the air, which was empty in reality, and performed a prop-less act.
But the gladiators surrounding him all nodded in agreement.
From their perspective, they can see the entire map of Diya.
These gladiators had all spent many years honing their skills in the arena and longed to leave. Robert Guilliman selected a group of people from the list and had Zhou Yun talk to them one by one. In the end, he chose the people in front of him as the mid-level commanders of the operation.
Each of them led a squad of ten men, and above them were Onomamus and Angron.
"This is the route we took to escape after we stormed out of the arena, viewed from a holistic perspective."
The entire city of Diascia can be roughly viewed as a disc, with the Grand Colosseum at its center, from which eight avenues radiate outwards, dividing the city into eight districts.
On the map suspended in mid-air, two lines extend from the arena, rushing out of the city from the Eighth Avenue and the First Avenue respectively.
Of course, Robert Guilliman designed even more complex intricate interweaving and detours, but those needed to be taught to each team over the next eight days.
"Onomamus's team is moving from Eighth Avenue, while Angron is moving from First Avenue."
Zhou Yun pointed to the map and said.
Onomamus frowned and pointed to the Eighth District, between First Avenue and Eighth Avenue.
"The Eighth District is the residential area for high-ranking riders. Daisy's Grand Palace is located in this area. Wouldn't it be too dangerous for us to break through from the two main roads nearby?"
"No, quite the opposite, this will be the safest passage then," Zhou Yun said, shaking his head.
"It's not because of military reasons, but because of political ones."
The child behind the mirror said:
"The High Lord of Dicia personally approved your plan and agreed to that 'war' gladiatorial contest. He is also destined to come to the arena to watch it in person."
"Even the rulers of Diya have gone; how dare the high-ranking riders ignore them?"
"After all, even if Lord Supra knew who went, surely he would know who didn't go?"
"If I were a high-ranking rider, and my political rival didn't go, I would definitely be considerate enough to remind His Majesty Supra."
Zhou Yun relayed these words to the gladiators present.
The gladiators present, including Onomamus and Angron, were all dumbfounded.
This was something they had never even considered...
"...Could we just seize this opportunity, kill all the high-ranking riders, and take over the city of Dacia?" a gladiator suggested eagerly.
"No." The child behind the mirror shook his head; he had heard Zhou Yun relay his words.
"I am certain that high-ranking riders must have carried their weapons."
"Based on the information you provided, I believe that high-ranking riders are a common type of military aristocracy who gained a political and economic status that surpasses other classes through force."
"The descendants of such military aristocrats tend to become corrupt and decadent more quickly, gradually losing the martial spirit of their ancestors and becoming addicted to pleasure."
"Based on what that Lord Supra said, I think he is dissatisfied with the status quo."
"That's normal. The foundation of Lord Supra's rule is his high-ranking riders. He doesn't want them to be too powerful and threaten his rule, but he also doesn't want them to be too weak. A weak high-ranking rider cannot suppress other city-states, the free people in the cities, and the gladiators."
"Although Dicia is still the leading city of Nuseria, it has probably fallen behind in the competition with other city-states. Lord Supra is eager to revive the martial spirit of his ancestors, and he will definitely seize this opportunity to show his martial spirit."
"The simplest way is naturally to carry your own weapon, and then other high-ranking riders will definitely carry theirs as well."
Lord Sopra only exchanged a few words with Zhou Yun, but after Guilliman found out, he almost dug out the color of Lord Sopra's underwear based on that little bit of information.
"I understand. The Great Khan won't remember who brought someone, but he will definitely remember who didn't," a gladiator nodded after hearing Zhou Yun's words.
"You could be a politician," Zhou Yun said, giving the gladiator a thumbs-up.
"So, at that time, most of the power in the entire Daisia will be gathered in the arena, and all we have to do is escape from the arena."
Angron looked at the map in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"But even if we escape the arena, won't they give chase?"
"Most high-level riders won't," Zhou Yun pointed to District 8. "After you evacuate from First Avenue and Eighth Avenue, I'll directly attack District 8 in the middle and bomb the high-level riders' happy home."
"If high-level riders suffer losses to their own property, they certainly won't care about you; they'll go straight to District 8 to protect their own property."
"You yourself?"
Angron's voice deepened, and the air around him seemed to grow heavy and scorching the moment he uttered those words.
His eyes, set in brown skin, were fixed on Zhou Yun, the anger in them seeming to flow like solid magma.
From Zhou Yun's words, he sensed that Zhou Yun seemed to be planning to sacrifice himself again...
The gladiators around them couldn't help but keep a little distance from Angron.
It must be said that even without the Butcher's Nail, the Primarch's wrath is still a terrifying thing.
This was the first time Zhou Yun had ever sensed Anglong's anger so clearly.
It's practically like a star about to explode as a supernova.
If Zhou Yun truly intends to save all the gladiators through self-sacrifice, as before, and Angron finds out...
Zhou Yun was certain that Anglong would break his legs and drag him out of Daisy.
"Don't worry, Onomamus already told you what the personalities of high-level riders are like. Most high-level riders won't rush up and risk their lives against me."
"They will only protect their own property. What I need to deal with are a few high-level riders."
Even so—
"Let me finish. I'm not fighting this alone."
Zhou Yun hurriedly interrupted Anglong:
"I need your strength. Only if you act according to the plan and are all safe will I have enough power to deal with the high-ranking riders."
"Now I will show you... a power born from the bond of brotherhood."
.......
"Our Great King will be at the Great Arena in person. Your personal guards must come with you to provide protection."
Deepak was panting heavily, his pale skin trembling, and sweat streaming down his body.
The weather was scorching hot, making people irritable, as if some kind of heat energy was accumulating beneath reality, distilling the entirety of Diya.
General Lasita of the Royal Guard wore only a thin silk robe, her well-trained, strong, and slender body completely exposed to Deepak's gaze. Two men, who looked more like women than she did, were feeding her chilled fruit.
"What? Are you afraid the slaves in the arena will escape?"