Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Night showed no mercy to these nobles who allowed their private soldiers to kill and who could slaughter even commoners at will.

Ye's brutal fighting style at that moment terrified the remaining private soldiers.

Even if they had practiced against enemies like bandits and pirates, they had never encountered such an inhuman being!

"Damn it!! You've gone mad, you lunatic—you've offended the Senate, and all of Rome will not let you off the hook!" a man who looked like a minor commander among the private soldiers exclaimed in terror.

Ye kicked him hard, breaking his knee with a crack, sending him sprawling face-first into a mouthful of dirt.

He then stomped on its head with immense force.

The earth was instantly stained red—! A lot of blood splattered out.

Then Ye lifted his hair and his somewhat cracked skull.

"Then let your so-called great Senate come to me... They can't represent Rome." Last Night looked down at the lifeless, bleeding commander's face with a cold gaze and said with a sneer.

Apparently—

The Senate you speak of couldn't save you!

Truth prevails over firepower; clearly, his fists are now the only 'truth' on this battlefield!

Chapter 111 Night: Go back to breastfeeding, babies!

Clearly, the other party could no longer hear what Ye was saying.

The dead cannot fight for justice.

When dealing with enemies, one must be as ruthless as winter. Night will never show mercy in battle and begins to slaughter these private soldiers.

The commander—is dead?! Even the nobles they served were killed.

Driven by fear, a soldier instinctively reacted, yelling and slashing with his sword.

Ye neither dodged nor relied on his strong physique to take the hit head-on. Instead, he stepped forward, suddenly entering the opponent's attack range, and then delivered a lightning-fast uppercut that struck the opponent's chin.

Thud! A powerful blow, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, left the soldier wide-eyed, blood streaming from his mouth and nose, before he collapsed to the ground, his neck lolling to the side.

Then he threw another punch, a seemingly casual punch that struck another soldier directly in the cheek. The immense force caused the soldier to instantly lose consciousness and fall into a coma.

The weapon that slipped from his hand was caught by Ye.

Then Night transformed into the most primitive weapon of combat, simply swinging its sword and slashing and slashing!

Tear it apart, crush it, smash it!

Kill, kill, and keep killing, standing at the highest point where blood flows across the land and countless corpses pile up.

Until finally all the noise in my ears disappeared!

Until all the enemies were terrified, gradually no one dared to come forward anymore. They all fearfully surrounded Ye with their weapons, but hesitated to advance.

Only the weak need to adopt a defensive posture, holding weapons, when facing the strong.

The weapons in the hands of the strong are for killing.

Taking in the terrified faces of his enemies, Night said, "Look, now no one dares to mention the Senate to me anymore."

So-called justice is built upon powerful force.

If you can't even understand this simple logic, you should just go home and nurse, babies.

Ye wore a faint smile, but none of the soldiers he was mocking dared to refute the man.

They looked at the night in terror, like lambs looking at a hungry wolf, a tiger, or a lion.

As lower in the food chain, when faced with a formidable and terrifying predator, where would they find the slightest hint of toughness?

At this moment, all pride is abandoned, dignity is forgotten, and self-esteem is worth nothing.

Now, survival is the only thought in everyone's mind.

"Well then—I'll give you a chance to live, but you'd better make the most of it!" Ye, standing atop the pile of corpses and bathed in the blood of his enemies, suddenly shouted.

"Now, tell me, who exactly are you pointing your weapons at?"

Are they those corrupt and bloated senators, or am I, defending the interests of the millions of Roman commoners?

Do you want to tarnish your own sense of justice?

In three breaths, you have the choice to discard your weapon or continue to fight me to the death, until one of us bleeds to death!

Under the witness of the gods, will they become my friends, my compatriots, or my enemies?

Choose! You have no other choice! That night, with a single command, countless retired soldiers counter-encircled and completely cut off the private army's escape route.

This truly leaves them with no third option.

Under the terrifying pressure of the night, countless private soldiers trembled.

The next moment, bang—!

Countless people rushed to drop their weapons, their reaction speed suggesting that any hesitation was a disrespect for their own lives.

This scene was witnessed by thousands of Roman citizens, who immediately erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

From the initial panic and fear of the sudden appearance of private soldiers and their brutal attack, to the arrival of Ye and his men and their violent counterattack, these scenes are even more thrilling and realistic than those in later Hollywood movies.

The wildness ingrained in the Romans was unleashed, and they screamed for the power of the night.

They longed for and went mad with the dream of that final scene where the uncrowned king subdued the enemy army, a single person and a single sentence that made the enemy tremble with fear and drop their weapons.

Night simply forced those men to choose to fight to the death alone, rather than alongside the soldiers behind them, but even so—

The enemy, whose numbers far outnumbered them, was still filled with fear.

"Write this down, today is a special day."

It wasn't just Lord Tiberius who proclaimed new decrees that brought joy to the entire population of Rome.

It was also the day that left behind a rich legend for the great "Last Hero of Rome," Lord Lista.

A victory against overwhelming odds, a single man subduing the enemy. Under the powerful charisma of Lord Lista, all the enemies were moved, willingly kneeling and swearing allegiance. "A Roman citizen excitedly expressed his desire to record this scene in an epic poem, to let it be passed down for eternity."

The other people around them not only didn't find anything wrong with it, but even said that once the epic was released, they would definitely buy ten or eight copies to keep at home.

At this moment, Ye, the person involved, smiled with relief.

Influenced by his gentle and righteous personality, these private soldiers abandoned their evil ways and became his friends and compatriots.

What could be more moving than this moment?!

So—Night: Are you moved?

Private soldiers: We dare not move! We dare not move!

Meanwhile, among the many corpses, a young nobleman who had feigned unconsciousness out of fear secretly witnessed everything.

He was cursing Lista Night's shamelessness in his heart at that moment, and he almost fainted from anger.

Despicable! Utterly despicable!

They actually used force to coerce or threaten their soldiers into pledging allegiance.

Hotrasi wanted to stand up and curse Lista Night's shamelessness, but considering the physical difference between the two sides, and having just witnessed the ruthless and merciless nature of the other side in battle, he hesitated.

The other nobles who came with him had all died... Hotrasi decided from the bottom of his heart to continue pretending to be dead.

This man is truly unafraid of offending the nobility!

No, this is no longer a question of whether or not one is afraid.

They even dared to kill nobles...

With Roman law openly trampled underfoot, what is there that this man wouldn't dare to do?

If he had only killed some civilians and private soldiers, it wouldn't have been a big deal, but killing nobles... that would definitely be a death sentence, it's too crazy.

Does this man really believe that no one can inflict punishment on him?

No matter how powerful he is, could he possibly be powerful enough to fight against the Roman army alone?

As Hotrasi pondered this with trembling fear, he was actually not thinking at all—

When they plotted to kill Tiberius, why didn't they consider whether they might be violating Roman law?

Typical—

I can kill you, it's just, it's the punishment of the law, but you can't kill me!

But when these aristocratic hypocrites encounter a more powerful entity, they instantly become deflated.

Chapter 112 Whipping the Little Brother, Hotracuse is Really Going to Have Diarrhea: The Devil!

Just as Hottrasi decided to play dead, or at least leave the scene by nightfall.

However, a series of footsteps sounded, and then Hottrasi heard that familiar devil's voice.

Ye said calmly, "Look what I've found. There's still a nobleman here who isn't dead."

Can someone help me wake him up?

As soon as Ye finished speaking, many retired soldiers excitedly stepped forward to respond.

Having just witnessed what happened, they were completely awestruck by Ye's power and were convinced of his abilities, only wanting to perform well in his presence.

Night randomly selected a soldier—

He then ordered him to lash Hotrasi ten times.

“If he continues to run into the car and kills himself, then give him ten more lashes.”

Strike at the most vulnerable parts of the body...

"Slap it wherever it hurts!" That was the last thing he said that night.

The soldier holding the whip immediately revealed an excited and eager expression.

He'd never whipped a nobleman before... Such a good opportunity was hard to come by.

To draw blood from the body's vulnerable or painful areas?

Where are they most vulnerable and in the most pain? Soldiers might not know for sure about women, but for men—

The soldier instinctively looked towards Hotrasi's little brother.

Lying on the ground, Hotrashi felt a sudden chill as he panicked. He cautiously opened one eye to observe and noticed a burly, muscular man with a ferocious face holding a whip, instinctively looking towards his crotch.