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Lucius's cold laughter rang out sharply in the camp, his eyes filled with disdain and provocation. " Pluto... have you forgotten that the first king of Rome was a descendant of wolves..." His tone was full of provocation, seemingly deliberately trying to provoke Pluto's anger. "Admit it! You are nothing but a coward who dares not to fight! You have brought shame upon us!"
Before Lucius could finish his words, a soldier behind him interrupted him with a heavy slap to the head, producing a crisp sound that abruptly silenced Lucius. The soldier's action was not only to shut Lucius up, but also to maintain Pluto's dignity and order.
However, even so, Lucius's face still bore a look of madness and provocation, his gaze darting through the soldier's arm to Pluto, his mocking laughter echoing through the camp. " Pluto, do you really think these cowardly acts can make Rome greater?" His voice was full of contempt. "Your actions only turn our great Roman Empire into a laughingstock! Our ancestors survived from the clutches of beasts, not by sitting in tents waiting to die!"
A flash of anger crossed Pluto's eyes, but he quickly suppressed this emotion. His voice remained calm but authoritative, "Lucius, your actions have violated the honor and rules of the army. Not only have you wantonly killed the innocent, but you have also betrayed the ideals of Rome."
Lucius showed a hint of fanaticism and challenge on his face, he sneered at Pluto, "Oh, Pluto, your attitude will only make the enemies of the Roman Empire despise us even more! You are a coward, afraid to face real war!"
At that moment, the soldier behind them struck Lucius again, this time with even greater force, causing Lucius's head to violently sway to the side. Pluto's expression grew even colder, he knew that every decision at this moment would affect the future of the legion, and he could not tolerate such disobedience and abuse of power.
Pluto looked sharply at Lucius, "Let me tell you now, a true warrior does not demonstrate their courage through senseless slaughter. True courage comes from protecting and respecting life, and upholding the law and order." His words were firm and powerful, indicating his severe condemnation of Lucius's actions. In that moment, Pluto displayed the dignity and sense of responsibility of a true Legion commander.
In the central square of the camp, the tense atmosphere reached its peak. Pluto's voice sounded particularly loud in the silent camp, "Centurion Lucius, due to your rebellious actions, disobedience to legion regulations, and serious disruption of our mission, with suspicion of inciting rebellion, there is only one outcome for your actions."
At this moment, Pluto drew a shining sword from the belt of the guard beside him. The sword emitted a cold light under the sunlight, displaying a seriousness and determination that could not be ignored. His movements were sharp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. Then, he gently tossed the sword to Cyrus, who was still kneeling in front of the high platform.
Cyrus caught the sword, his arm trembling slightly, his eyes filled with conflict and struggle. At this moment, he was not only a centurion, but also a Roman soldier who had to carry out strict military orders. Pluto's gaze was firm and stern, as he hoped that Cyrus would understand the weight of this great responsibility.
The entire camp's soldiers and senior Generals silently watched the scene, knowing that this was a manifestation of discipline and order in the army, as well as a symbol of the strict rules of the Roman legion. At this moment, no one spoke, only the wind gently blowing across the square, as if witnessing this historic moment.
Cyrus slowly stood up, holding the sword that Pluto had thrown to him. His eyes stared at the shining blade, his emotions complex and indescribable. Despite being a centurion and experiencing countless battles and killings, at this moment, he felt an unprecedented fear and tension.
Cyrus's eyes were filled with struggle and contradiction, not just the fear of the impending command, but also a deep dread of the slaughter itself. He knew that once he raised the sword in his hand, he would forever change the trajectory of his life and carry a heavy psychological burden.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart. Pluto's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, firmly fixed on Cyrus. The entire camp seemed to freeze, all eyes focused on this moment. Cyrus trembled slightly, but he knew that as a Roman soldier, he had to firmly execute the command. His spirit underwent a profound test in this moment; a true warrior not only had to be brave on the battlefield, but also had to overcome his own fears and anxieties on the inner battlefield.
Cyrus slowly raised the sword in his hand, his eyes filled with determination. Despite the conflicting emotions and fear in his heart, he knew that what he had to do was not just for himself, but for the honor and order of the entire legion.
Cyrus stood beside the kneeling Lucius, the sword in his hand gleaming with a cold light. Lucius seemed to have descended into madness, his face marked with blood from the fall, like a mask smeared with fresh blood, twisted and terrifying.
Lucius kept provoking Cyrus incessantly, his voice filled with madness and taunting: "F*cking bastard! Come on! You must really want to kill me! Come on!" His voice grew louder, seemingly using this method to mask his inner fear and despair.
Cyrus glanced at Lucius, then turned to Pluto for his final instructions. Pluto's gaze remained cold and stern, his face showing no emotional response. In this tense atmosphere, Cyrus took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew he bore not only one person's fate, but also the honor and order of the entire legion.
The taunting voice of Lucius echoed in Cyrus's ear, but Cyrus tried to push it aside, his heart filled with struggle and conflict. He knew that whatever choice he made, it would become an indelible part of his life. His hand tightly gripped the sword hilt, and his inner struggle and hesitation reached its peak at this moment.
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