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Lucius appeared unusually small under the gaze of Pluto. His hands were tightly bound with rough ropes, the knots embedded in his skin. Kneeling on the ground, he looked up at Pluto on the high platform. There was no hint of emotion on Pluto's face, and his eyes were like a deep pool of water, watching Lucius without any change in expression.
Pluto's voice was deep and powerful, as if each word carried a heavy weight: "Lucius, why did you leave the camp without reason? And what was the purpose of leading a group to the village?" These words echoed in the air of the camp, each one striking heavily at Lucius's heart.
The soldier behind tightly grabbed Lucius's occiput, forcing his body to straighten. Lucius showed a pained and struggling expression on his face, his eyes appearing restless under Pluto's gaze. Under this extreme pressure, his lips trembled slightly, as if searching for the right words to respond.
A hint of panic flashed in Lucius's eyes, as if he realized the severity of his situation. However, his arrogance and stubbornness still flickered in his gaze. He tried to maintain composure and speak, but his voice sounded feeble under Pluto's cold stare. At this moment, every word and action of Lucius was determining his fate.
Lucius's voice carried a piercing loudness in the air of the camp, his teeth clenched, every word seeming to convey his firmness and fervor. His gaze still sparkled with unyielding determination under Pluto's cold, stern eyes.
"I... for the duty and responsibility of a Roman soldier," Lucius's voice was slightly hoarse but full of strength, "I led other loyal Roman soldiers like me to burn the savages and their peculiar worship to ashes." There was a near fanatical belief in his eyes, a belief that contorted his face, almost making him look like a different person.
"We are the true warriors, the true Roman warriors!" His voice grew louder, as if he wanted to plant his belief in Pluto and everyone present.
Lucius's words were full of passion and confidence, but also revealed a hint of despair. He seemed to persist in his distorted sense of justice even in this extreme situation. Pluto's expression remained indifferent, his eyes showing no wavering, just quietly and coldly observing the former Roman centurion before him. The air around them grew heavier with Lucius's words, and all eyes were focused on this scene, waiting for Pluto's reaction.
Pluto's voice is like the cold wind of winter, sharp and clear, each word hitting Lucius's heart like a sledgehammer. His gaze, piercing through the cold exterior, digs deep into Lucius's soul.
"So... for the so-called duty in your mind, you are willing to violate the rules of the legion," Pluto's tone remains emotionless, as if stating an undeniable fact, "You disregard the impact of your actions on the legion, destroying a village that was friendly to us, putting us in an awkward position. Is that what you mean?"
Lucius's expression became even more contorted under Pluto's words, as if he was trying to find words of justification, but under Pluto's sharp gaze, all words seemed to become powerless.
Pluto's pointing out was not just Lucius's personal mistake, but also a disregard for the rules of the legion, a stain on the honor of Rome. His words were simple yet heavy, making everyone present feel the weight. Lucius's crime was not just a personal fault, but a betrayal of the entire legion and the Roman Empire. Pluto's words echoed in the camp, making every Roman soldier deeply aware of the responsibility and honor they carried.
Lucius's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger, his eyes flashing with contempt and hatred towards the savage. He almost roared, every word revealing his deep-seated arrogance and ambition.
"These savages shouldn't even exist!" Lucius's voice echoed through the camp, shaking the hearts of every listener. "With our army, we could just occupy the village directly. These savages only deserve to live as our slaves, they don't even need to be considered!"
Pluto's stern expression deepened as he listened to the wild and crazy talk. His eyes were like ice, piercing into the depths of Lucius's soul, as if trying to find any trace of human decency in this rebellious centurion.
Pluto's silence was heavier than any words. He didn't need to speak; his eyes and his presence already expressed extreme dissatisfaction and condemnation of Lucius's words and actions. At this moment, Pluto not only represented himself, but also the dignity and honor of the entire Roman legion, and Lucius's words and actions were undoubtedly a challenge to all of this.
Pluto's voice echoed through the camp, solemn and resolute. He stood up, with a decisive attitude, as if at that moment he had the full attention of the entire army. His gaze swept over each senior officer, ensuring that everyone was listening to him.
"Good, you are all here now," Pluto's voice was loud and clear, each word carrying weight. "I will explain it to you again!" His eyes moved between the senior officers, making sure their attention was fully focused on him.
"Our mission is to suppress rebellion, not to create it!" Pluto's voice carried an unquestionable authority. "The situation in Britain is not yet too severe. Our arrival is merely a show of imperial strength, not a declaration of war!" Every word he spoke was like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of everyone present.
His words were not just a condemnation of Lucius, but also a warning to all the officers. Under Pluto's command, the Roman army should demonstrate discipline and restraint, not blind violence and destruction. His words conveyed not only military strategy, but also a commitment to the honor and values of Rome.
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