The peaceful and peaceful city is like a lady in a white dress sitting in the afternoon sunset and having tea after afternoon tea. People once called Venice on the east coast of Freya.
The noble lady with elegant temperament stood on the shore for thousands of years, holding up the torch, turning into a lighthouse, smiling slightly, lifting the hem of the skirt with the light of civilization, teasing all those who long for freedom and wealth to fall under her skirt, allowing people to obsessively kissing her round and flawless jade toes, unconsciously becoming a minister under the skirt to a snack after tea. After eating it, the pure white noble lady continued to show her charming smile, attracting people to fall into the trap...
Who would have thought that Spartacus, the brave man who was once strongly praised by countless free Venetians, not only did not know how to be grateful after coming to the other side of the ocean, but instead betrayed his faith and continued to raise the flag of anti-black towards the so-called oppressors!
She used her savage and rough strong arms to press the noble lady who was trying to tease her, which made her elegant noble temperament suddenly panic. She was torn apart by a dirty and vulgar slave and opened her legs, and fucked her hard!
Venice was soon recovered by mercenaries flocking to the world, and was once again plundered and ravaged by the counterattack mercenaries after the catastrophe. No matter what, the matter was over. The noble lady who was raped and ravaged and lost money to the virgin archway was restrained and her hideous expression was tidied up and her messy clothes were tidied up. Everything was assumed to be nothing.
Venice is in the west and Constantinople is in the east, and everything is done as if nothing has happened.
The caught man was sentenced as quickly as possible. Some of the people involved in the riots changed their minds and sternly criticized the evil property of the treacherous conspirators.
Whether the crying women participated in the riot or not, as long as they remained in Venice, the uncleans whose souls must be defiled by chaos were stripped naked and written insults. When the war came, the angry men who ran faster than anyone else were paraded in public to publicly declare humiliation.
This riot was suppressed, but the evil rebel brought the terrifying Chaos God's Choice. From Venus to Freya's source of turmoil, where did Spartacus go?
The arena in Venice is huge, with an audience seat that can accommodate countless spectators. The white walls, arches and porch columns, complex decorations, and overly gorgeous structures almost make people mistakenly think that it is a huge palace. The person in the battle is the competitor of the throne of this palace. Those who win the crown can be crowned as king.
The host in the arena shouted to the fanatical audience: Today, the upcoming program here is called "The Things That the Extremely Sinful and Evil Chaos Female Believers Are Severely Punished by the Venetian Messenger of Justice". Let us invite the heroine of this scene, the female murderer who destroyed countless men and women's families, Spartacus!
When the real Spartacus was two meters tall, with rich brown hair as fragrant as chocolate, and a back, tall and hot breasts, strong and powerful long legs, holding two swords, wearing charming and exposed gladiator outfits, the enthusiasm in the audience was ignited.
murderer!
murderer!
Bitch!Witch!
Since being controlled by the Demon King Army lurking in the Temple Chamber of Commerce, she has been forced to keep a clear will and obey these people. When the riot in the name of her Spartacus, she also participated in the suppression as a warrior, and even tried to call the thugs to put down their weapons in her name, but this was useless. The trumpet of the riot of the terrifying slave rebellious king Spartacus had been blown, and no one had seen the real Spartacus.
In order to welcome Spartacus to escape from Byzantium and come to Venice, the arena was closed for a long time. Now, in order to adapt to the present, the person in charge of the arena had to temporarily change the originally scheduled performance script, who was touched by the goddess on the day of his birth. He was oppressed by the Byzantine Empire of the dictatorial regime, but he remained unchanged in his original intention to yearn for the freedom of civilization in the West, fought with the Eastern barbarians from the earth to the sea, and finally, with the selfless help of the Venetians, he finally came to the land of freedom chosen for the goddess and lived a happy life.
This is not a grand theater, but a real arena. There must be risks, but don’t worry, all Byzantine gladiators who play Spartacus’ enemies are played by thin, hungry poor people and slaves, and there will be no risk of humanitarianism and performance accidents.
The script must be greatly modified, but the venue has been set, but in order to calm the public anger, the gladiator can only be settled.
In the modified script, the Byzantines who were originally killed by Spartacus personally became the minions brought by this evil Chaos Witch, and the final outcome that welcomed her was the death given by the Venetians.
The gladiator performance is in progress, but as soon as the beginning, the arena’s mechanism started, and a large amount of saved river water directly poured into the huge venue.
This is not surprising. Venice's arena itself has mechanisms for naval battles, but the person in charge of the Temple Chamber of Commerce frowned and asked: Why did the mechanism start before the naval battles?
The host is trying hard to maintain the scene: Ah, Ah!The Byzantines were so sinister that when the kind people were unprepared, they sent out her minions!Spartacus and her evil Chaos servant are boarding their warships cursed by the Chaos Gods...uh, sneak attack on Venice!
The river is getting more and more water, and warships carrying Spartacus and Byzantines will float up. The passionate audience is looking forward to the battle of the blood-stained deck.
But the river was still pouring into the arena, quickly flooding the knees of the first row of spectators.
Sir, it's not good!The mechanism that controls the river water has been destroyed!
What!?Fix it quickly!
No, the repair tools are gone!
The door can't hold on anymore. Damn it, who opened the door buckle? AhAh!
Stop them quickly!The person in charge screamed in horror.
The audience, whose blood was cooled by the water, fled to the heights in panic. Under the excessive pressure of the river, the gate of the arena was squeezed out!
The warship carrying Spartacus and Byzantines also drove along the river on the flooded streets and rushed towards the vast sea...
The Byzantines who survived the disaster cheered warmly and hugged each other excitedly. Spartacus stood quietly at the bow of the ship, facing away from Venice, and looking at the endless sea.
As these warships traveled farther and gradually disappeared from seeing Venice, the hatch on the deck opened.
It's really crowded... Alas, being too good is not necessarily a good thing.A proud body of two meters five meters complained and climbed up. Even though the restraining power temporarily reduced its size, the small space in the cabin was still a torment for her, but it was worth it. She pulled a girl up from below and said with a smile, "What, I didn't lie to you, your mother is there."
When Antonia saw the relative who had not seen for a long time, she burst into tears and immediately ran over: Mom!
Antonia... The tall Spartacus hugged the girl in his arms tightly. His eyes that would not frown at the oppression and pain were filled with crystal tears.
These warships that had been tampered with in advance were not only Spartacus and Byzantines, but were also filled with slaves who fled from Byzantium with Spartacus and the Venetian poor who were willing to follow her, as well as supplies that could support the fleet for a long time.
Of course, they also include those former combatants who have been transformed by their bodies. Although their current situation is not out of their own will, in order to survive, they must shoulder the responsibility of being worthy of their own strength, pick up sharp weapons, put on excellent armor, and become the guardians of this fleet.
Oh, by the way, where did their equipment come from?
Guwu... Damn it, I have the ability to let me go wuwu ❤...wuwu!!The captain of the Venetian Knight Guard, who was stripped naked and gang-raped, let out a lewd cry.
Gu Oh... Please, I can't cum anymore... Her pig man's brother was also squeezed out by these big breasts and fat former fighters. The last bit of tenacity could only be buried among these fetish-sucking goblins begging for mercy.
After the elite Venetian guard who disappeared during the riot was deprived of equipment, it has become a toy for the fleet to relieve depression during the long voyage. As for what fate will be waiting for them when they arrive on land... it depends on the subsequent performance.
The noble lady with elegant temperament stood on the shore for thousands of years, holding up the torch, turning into a lighthouse, smiling slightly, lifting the hem of the skirt with the light of civilization, teasing all those who long for freedom and wealth to fall under her skirt, allowing people to obsessively kissing her round and flawless jade toes, unconsciously becoming a minister under the skirt to a snack after tea. After eating it, the pure white noble lady continued to show her charming smile, attracting people to fall into the trap...
Who would have thought that Spartacus, the brave man who was once strongly praised by countless free Venetians, not only did not know how to be grateful after coming to the other side of the ocean, but instead betrayed his faith and continued to raise the flag of anti-black towards the so-called oppressors!
She used her savage and rough strong arms to press the noble lady who was trying to tease her, which made her elegant noble temperament suddenly panic. She was torn apart by a dirty and vulgar slave and opened her legs, and fucked her hard!
Venice was soon recovered by mercenaries flocking to the world, and was once again plundered and ravaged by the counterattack mercenaries after the catastrophe. No matter what, the matter was over. The noble lady who was raped and ravaged and lost money to the virgin archway was restrained and her hideous expression was tidied up and her messy clothes were tidied up. Everything was assumed to be nothing.
Venice is in the west and Constantinople is in the east, and everything is done as if nothing has happened.
The caught man was sentenced as quickly as possible. Some of the people involved in the riots changed their minds and sternly criticized the evil property of the treacherous conspirators.
Whether the crying women participated in the riot or not, as long as they remained in Venice, the uncleans whose souls must be defiled by chaos were stripped naked and written insults. When the war came, the angry men who ran faster than anyone else were paraded in public to publicly declare humiliation.
This riot was suppressed, but the evil rebel brought the terrifying Chaos God's Choice. From Venus to Freya's source of turmoil, where did Spartacus go?
The arena in Venice is huge, with an audience seat that can accommodate countless spectators. The white walls, arches and porch columns, complex decorations, and overly gorgeous structures almost make people mistakenly think that it is a huge palace. The person in the battle is the competitor of the throne of this palace. Those who win the crown can be crowned as king.
The host in the arena shouted to the fanatical audience: Today, the upcoming program here is called "The Things That the Extremely Sinful and Evil Chaos Female Believers Are Severely Punished by the Venetian Messenger of Justice". Let us invite the heroine of this scene, the female murderer who destroyed countless men and women's families, Spartacus!
When the real Spartacus was two meters tall, with rich brown hair as fragrant as chocolate, and a back, tall and hot breasts, strong and powerful long legs, holding two swords, wearing charming and exposed gladiator outfits, the enthusiasm in the audience was ignited.
murderer!
murderer!
Bitch!Witch!
Since being controlled by the Demon King Army lurking in the Temple Chamber of Commerce, she has been forced to keep a clear will and obey these people. When the riot in the name of her Spartacus, she also participated in the suppression as a warrior, and even tried to call the thugs to put down their weapons in her name, but this was useless. The trumpet of the riot of the terrifying slave rebellious king Spartacus had been blown, and no one had seen the real Spartacus.
In order to welcome Spartacus to escape from Byzantium and come to Venice, the arena was closed for a long time. Now, in order to adapt to the present, the person in charge of the arena had to temporarily change the originally scheduled performance script, who was touched by the goddess on the day of his birth. He was oppressed by the Byzantine Empire of the dictatorial regime, but he remained unchanged in his original intention to yearn for the freedom of civilization in the West, fought with the Eastern barbarians from the earth to the sea, and finally, with the selfless help of the Venetians, he finally came to the land of freedom chosen for the goddess and lived a happy life.
This is not a grand theater, but a real arena. There must be risks, but don’t worry, all Byzantine gladiators who play Spartacus’ enemies are played by thin, hungry poor people and slaves, and there will be no risk of humanitarianism and performance accidents.
The script must be greatly modified, but the venue has been set, but in order to calm the public anger, the gladiator can only be settled.
In the modified script, the Byzantines who were originally killed by Spartacus personally became the minions brought by this evil Chaos Witch, and the final outcome that welcomed her was the death given by the Venetians.
The gladiator performance is in progress, but as soon as the beginning, the arena’s mechanism started, and a large amount of saved river water directly poured into the huge venue.
This is not surprising. Venice's arena itself has mechanisms for naval battles, but the person in charge of the Temple Chamber of Commerce frowned and asked: Why did the mechanism start before the naval battles?
The host is trying hard to maintain the scene: Ah, Ah!The Byzantines were so sinister that when the kind people were unprepared, they sent out her minions!Spartacus and her evil Chaos servant are boarding their warships cursed by the Chaos Gods...uh, sneak attack on Venice!
The river is getting more and more water, and warships carrying Spartacus and Byzantines will float up. The passionate audience is looking forward to the battle of the blood-stained deck.
But the river was still pouring into the arena, quickly flooding the knees of the first row of spectators.
Sir, it's not good!The mechanism that controls the river water has been destroyed!
What!?Fix it quickly!
No, the repair tools are gone!
The door can't hold on anymore. Damn it, who opened the door buckle? AhAh!
Stop them quickly!The person in charge screamed in horror.
The audience, whose blood was cooled by the water, fled to the heights in panic. Under the excessive pressure of the river, the gate of the arena was squeezed out!
The warship carrying Spartacus and Byzantines also drove along the river on the flooded streets and rushed towards the vast sea...
The Byzantines who survived the disaster cheered warmly and hugged each other excitedly. Spartacus stood quietly at the bow of the ship, facing away from Venice, and looking at the endless sea.
As these warships traveled farther and gradually disappeared from seeing Venice, the hatch on the deck opened.
It's really crowded... Alas, being too good is not necessarily a good thing.A proud body of two meters five meters complained and climbed up. Even though the restraining power temporarily reduced its size, the small space in the cabin was still a torment for her, but it was worth it. She pulled a girl up from below and said with a smile, "What, I didn't lie to you, your mother is there."
When Antonia saw the relative who had not seen for a long time, she burst into tears and immediately ran over: Mom!
Antonia... The tall Spartacus hugged the girl in his arms tightly. His eyes that would not frown at the oppression and pain were filled with crystal tears.
These warships that had been tampered with in advance were not only Spartacus and Byzantines, but were also filled with slaves who fled from Byzantium with Spartacus and the Venetian poor who were willing to follow her, as well as supplies that could support the fleet for a long time.
Of course, they also include those former combatants who have been transformed by their bodies. Although their current situation is not out of their own will, in order to survive, they must shoulder the responsibility of being worthy of their own strength, pick up sharp weapons, put on excellent armor, and become the guardians of this fleet.
Oh, by the way, where did their equipment come from?
Guwu... Damn it, I have the ability to let me go wuwu ❤...wuwu!!The captain of the Venetian Knight Guard, who was stripped naked and gang-raped, let out a lewd cry.
Gu Oh... Please, I can't cum anymore... Her pig man's brother was also squeezed out by these big breasts and fat former fighters. The last bit of tenacity could only be buried among these fetish-sucking goblins begging for mercy.
After the elite Venetian guard who disappeared during the riot was deprived of equipment, it has become a toy for the fleet to relieve depression during the long voyage. As for what fate will be waiting for them when they arrive on land... it depends on the subsequent performance.
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