48 Hours a Day

Chapter 807: God’s Incarnation

Sartonilos’s smile gradually solidified at the corners of his mouth.

The worship of gods was widespread in the city of Rome. There were temples and believers everywhere. Everyone had a god that they believed in. Now, the scene before them had gone entirely beyond everyone’s imagination.

That pair of wings made of shadows was like a nightmare invading the real world. All the gladiators, including Sartonilos, suspected that they were dreaming at this moment. However, no matter how they slapped their cheeks, they could not wake up from this nightmare. They could only watch the shadow wings spread out. At the same time, they thought they saw a shadow feather falling from the sky. Their mouths were wide open, and they had a look of shock on them.

Zhang Heng did not stay in the same place for too long. He did not forget that the pair of wings behind him could only be activated for twelve seconds every day. So the next moment he quickly grabbed Bach with him. Bach felt that he was getting lighter, and eventually, his feet were lifted off the ground. At the same time, his body was rose to the sky.

Even though Zhang Heng had reminded him about it before this, Bach could not help but let out a strange yelp. The fearless Germanic began to struggle in horror. There were no airplanes or hot air balloons in this era. Except for the unlucky ones that had to play Icarus, getting launched into the sky and falling to their death; no one had ever experienced flight. Bach had been living on the island since he was born into this world. When he felt that he was lifted into the sky, a great sense of insecurity rushed into his heart.

It was then that Zhang Heng learned that Bach was afraid of flying. Judging by his current reactions, it seemed like he would rather fight Sartonilos and others, desperately not wanting to leave his beloved land.

In the end, Zhang Heng had to speak up, “Stay put. I will let you go once we reach a safe place.”

Zhang Heng did not know if his advice actually worked on Bach or because the two were already quite high above the ground. Bach had finally stopped kicking and calmed down. However, his body seemed very stiff at the moment. Bach’s hands clung to Zhang Heng’s arms tightly. Zhang Heng took Bach and flew over the two warehouses. He then found a spot with no one there and landed on the ground.

After the previous practice, he was now more and more comfortable with the controls of the pair of shadow wings behind him. Before he accepted this quest, he did practice flying while carrying some heavy stuff. This pair of weightless shadow wings seemed to be quite good at bearing heavy loads. Zhang Heng could carry about 250 kilograms of weight when he took off, which was the weight of almost two ordinary people. And that was the limit.

Besides, too much weight would affect his flying speed and maneuverability. Take this incident as an example: if people on the ground started to throw weapons at him, Zhang Heng would be forced to use Bach as a shield. Fortunately, Sartonilos and the others seemed to be completely terrified and stupefied. There they stood motionless, watching the two flying over their heads.

And as soon as they landed, Bach immediately ran to the wall and started to vomit.

“I didn’t expect you to react like this. We didn’t even fly for long.” Zhang Heng was stunned when Bach vomited. Since Bach was quite heavy, their airspeed was actually relatively low. And since there were no bumps along the way, Zhang Heng immediately realized that this might not be physical discomfort but his fear of flying.

And Bach had also unknowingly become the first person to suffer from flying in the second century AD. All that aside, he was still a strong gladiator. After vomiting for a while, Bach got better, but the way he looked at Zhang Heng had changed. It was a look mixed with fear and reverence.” Are you... which god incarnate are you? Are you Mars, the god of war? Or Pluto, or Hades, wait... You wouldn’t happen to be the king of all gods, Jupiter, right?”

Zhang Heng was not at all surprised that Bach would ask such a question.

After all, there were many incarnations of gods in ancient Greece and ancient Rome. Their history and mythology were mixed, explaining why the scene just now had shocked Sartonilos and others so much. Besides telling others that they witnessed a god incarnate, they could find no other explanation to explain what they had just seen.

This was also the reason why they did dare to go after them until now. They dared to unite and go against a mighty foreign gladiator, but they would never dare to go against a god.

Zhang Heng did not answer Bach’s questions. Sometimes, leaving questions unanswered would make the person more credible and deadly. In the end, Zhang Heng just signaled Bach to keep things to himself.

Not long after landing, the time limit of twelve seconds had passed. And Zhang Heng’s shadow wings retracted, and his body had returned to normal. However, after experiencing flying through the clouds and fog, Bach was convinced that Zhang Heng had to be the incarnation of a certain god.

And now, Bach had found a perfect excuse of why he could not beat Zhang Heng in the first place.

“You are a god. It is no wonder I couldn’t defeat you. Hold up, no one in this world can defeat you,” Bach suddenly realized this cold-hard fact, and he quickly, “Oh, sorry. I forgot about it. I can swear that I will never reveal your true identity in front of others.”

“Actually, it doesn’t matter. Today, other than you and our enemies, no one else saw me using my supernatural powers,” Zhang Heng said. “Anyway, every gladiator has their legendary tale. I guess I can count this one in.”

This was also the reason why Zhang Heng did not mind using his trump cards here. Even if Sartonilos and the others were stupid enough to tell others about it, most people would only think they were making excuses for their incompetence. Zhang Heng figured that he had put the fear of God into them. Still, Zhang Heng could not guarantee that they would not tell others about it.

After that, Zhang Heng and Bach brazenly returned to the street. No suspicious men came to attack or follow them. The two returned to their residences with no hiccups. The other gladiators in the gladiator school told Zhang Heng that Habitus had also gone home, and he asked someone to inform the school that he would travel to the arena by himself tomorrow.

Bach sneered when he heard those words. “This guy still dares to show up tomorrow?”

“There is nothing he can do if he doesn’t show up. The contract he made with the school has not been fulfilled, and he can’t leave,” Zhang Heng said, “But tomorrow, he will be in big trouble.”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve cut off two of his fingers. It should affect him greatly. After all, it is impossible for him to hold a weapon tight with only three fingers,” replied Zhang Heng casually.