Chapter 25 The Rope of Triumph
“Now, let’s carve the Rope of Triumph!”
Kleist turned around and shouted to the gladiators.
All the gladiators immediately stood up from the ground and looked for sharp objects that could be used to cut something.
Stones, fragments, bones left by previously dead people.
"What is the Rope of Triumph?" Angron asked curiously.
Kleist was immersed in excitement and did not notice Angron's question.
So it was Honor who answered Angron.
"The Rope of Triumph is a ritual." Honor turned around and lifted up his shirt, showing his back to Angron.
Angron noticed that there was a vertical line extending along the spine on Honor's back. The vertical line was red and black, and it looked like some kind of scale.
"Gladiation fighting is a tradition on Nuceria. It has been around for a long time." Honor explained, "A long time ago, there was a tradition in the gladiatorial field. The winner had to carve lines on his spine. Extending to the waist, if you win a gladiatorial battle, you will cut a small wound, and it will slowly turn into a line."
Angron was puzzled: "We hate the gladiatorial arena, then why do we. Do you want to impose the rules and traditions here on yourself?”
“Because this tradition is older than the history of the oldest high knight family. It was originally a kind of record used by soldiers in the army to record honors and honors. A shameful way." Honor said, handing a sharpened stone to the gladiator beside him.
Qin Xia looked at this scene, and he understood this ceremony called the Rope of Triumph.
As far as he knows, if everything goes as it should, Angron will bring this tradition to the World Eaters Legion after he becomes the Lord of the Legion.
If the World Eaters Legion fails to take a world by 31 suns, then they will leave a black line of shame on the Rope of Triumph.
The intermittent lines of red and black on Honor's spine are the rope of triumph. The red represents glory and victory, and the black represents shame and failure.
It's easy to leave a red line, just make a small wound, just like adding a blood dot to a straight line.
If you want to leave a black line, you need to put some soil into the wound after making a wound, so that the wound will appear black after it recovers.
"Wait, guys." Kleist suddenly had an idea, "We won today because of this middle-sized guy. He shared the honor and victory with us, so let him do it How about carving the blood line for us?”
Kleist's idea received immediate response from everyone.
The gladiators gathered together and lined up, showing their backs to Qin Xia.
Let your companions come behind you and carve blood lines with sharp weapons. This is also a way of showing trust and friendship between gladiators.
"Let me do it?" Qin Xia stood up and took the sharp bone piece handed by a gladiator, "Okay, it's just my first time carving, don't worry if it's tilted to the left half of your buttocks. Blame me."
Qin Xia passed behind everyone.
His movements are very fast and his shots are extremely precise.
Leave a small blood-red wound on the triumphal rope composed of blood lines behind each gladiator.
Until Qin Xia added a touch to the triumphal ropes of all gladiators, he stopped, looked at Angron, and asked him with his eyes whether he wanted to accept such a tradition.
For Angron, who has not yet received education, he feels that no matter what kind of tradition it is, it is meaningless.
But the glory that filled everyone's hearts infected Angron, and Angron nodded, revealing his broad and majestic back.
The Primarch was not yet an adult, but he was easily larger than any modified Astartes. "Angron." Qin Xia stretched out her fingers, condensing heat at her fingertips, leaving a small blood-red wound on Angron's back, "This is the beginning of your glory."
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Angron let out a muffled groan. The damage and pain caused by spiritual energy far exceeded that of physical tools, but he felt happy besides the pain.
Because most people here are happy.
“Now, carve one for me.” Qin Xia handed the bone fragment to Angron.
Angron took the bone fragment and was obviously hesitant, but it was not because of his own reasons, because he felt that everyone here was confused.
People here seem to be surprised that Qin Xia Hui asked for a triumphal rope ceremony.
"No offense." Honor said, "But the Rope of Triumph Ceremony is considered a tradition only followed by barbaric warriors and fighters on Nuceria. People with knowledge or dignity hate this."
“We have to leave our backs to each other.” Qin Xia turned around, exposed his back, and said jokingly: “I don’t want anyone to see someone who has not engraved the rope of triumph. I stabbed my back, and it turned out that it was mine."
"That's not the case, your back is pretty easy to identify," Kleist said with a smile.
Angron picked up the bone fragment and gently cut Qin Xia's back, but he found that it could not cut in, so he threw away the bone fragment and used his fingernail to leave a small wound on Qin Xia as the beginning of the rope of triumph.
If Qin Xia had not used spiritual power to leave wounds on Angron just now, then Angron would have used his nails to tie the rope of triumph on his body.
The beginning of blood red.
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Late night.
Gladiators crowded around the windows looking at the bodies being dragged by slaves outside.
The noble children from the Tarke family, knights in golden armor, their bodies were lying on the ground, but their heads were looking at the stars.
The slaves piled the corpses of these so-called descendants of gods together with the corpses of the slave knights, put them on carts, and then pulled them out of the fighting area of the arena.
"Five nobles died, and they just let it go?" Angron was worried that the arena or the nobles might retaliate against Qin Xia next.
“Children of other families died in the arena, and gladiators also had to be buried with them. But not the Tarke family.” Honor answered Angron’s question, “The head of the Tarke family is pretty good. To be fair, he would not be buried with the victorious gladiators just because the children of his family came to the arena to seek death and seek mercy.”
"That's really fair." Angron nodded in agreement.
Hono withdrew his gaze from the arena and turned to look at Qin Xia: "Speaking of which, I don't think the slaughterers today acted like they knew they were going to face wizards. Could it be true? Is it because no one has discovered that you are a wizard before?"
After hearing this, Qin Xia, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, moved his ears slightly, opened his eyes, and looked back at Honor with doubts: "I I do feel this way, but even now, I feel that the possibility that people outside don’t know that I am a wizard is too low.”
Honor nodded thoughtfully. .
He also understood why Qin Xia thought this was impossible.
It's not like Nucerians have never seen wizards. Qin Xia's body is different from ordinary people and they will be considered as wizards.
The matter is now over, there is no need to get entangled.
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