"I didn't expect there were other reincarnations here. Since you are also part of the rebel army, then let's do your part now! The merchant ship that imprisoned Carthage prisoners of war at the end belongs to you!" Xu Mo raised his eyebrows and said slowly.

"Joseph, now is a good opportunity, only Dinah is by his side..." Rose rumored during the team correspondence.

"Let's go!" Joseph looked at Xu Mo deeply, and then took everyone out of the cabin. He was accompanied by more than 30 gladiators of various races. It seemed that there were not a hundred captured Spartan warriors, so the slave owner also stuffed other prisoners of war into this relatively idle slave ship.

"Joseph, Lao K doesn't seem to recognize us, why didn't he do it just now!" Qin Long asked word by word.

"No, Old K has recognized us, he just deliberately pretended not to know us. One is to not arouse the conflict between the two sides. Another reason is that he is vaguely saying that we are not worthy of his attention at all, and he does not take us seriously at all!" Joseph said with a gloomy face.

"The regiment commander and Lao K didn't choose to take action just now. I think it was because the Spartan warriors next to him, whether it was Lao K or we started first, those Spartan warriors would not stand by and watch.

If Old K takes action, they will help us because we are also companions imprisoned by the Romans. If we take action, the Spartans will immediately kill us as Roman spies, because Old K and they belong to the Spartans!" Anon interrupted with a smile.

"There is another reason... Roland, what's wrong with you?" Joseph took a deep breath and was about to explain, but suddenly he found something was wrong with Roland next to him.

"You are really... ignorant! Only I can feel the huge pressure coming from Old K. I thought I had obtained the heart of a knight. Even if I couldn't defeat Old K, I could catch up with him. But... the gap between us was even bigger. Just now, most of his attention was on me, and I couldn't move a finger at all!" Looking at his slightly trembling hands, Roland covered his face in pain.

Joseph and others were shocked. Qin Long and Roland were the strongest among their teams, but compared to Qin Long, Roland, the Preparatory Templar, who was trained by the Holy See since childhood, grew up faster. He was the first among them to understand the heart of the knights and also had the most self-comprehension skills.

In their usual mutual exchanges, Roland can break through MT Chen Hao head-on, completely suppress Qin Long, and to defeat him, at least two people in the team need to join forces. Joseph believes that Roland has almost reached the level of Xu Mo in the King of Fighters world.

"Then there is only one possibility. Old K may have completed the transfer!" Joseph said with a wry smile.

In the entire team, he, Roland, Qin Long and Rose received personal tasks, but only Roland completed the second step of the personal task and was in the transfer task stage, but at least three conditions did not meet the standards.

"How is this possible? In addition to the fourth and sixth items of the job transfer task, the other four items are extremely difficult. Roland also completed the first and second items because he was trained by the Holy See since childhood. Others..." Rose shouted in horror.

...

"Hey!" Kabar exhaled, and the dagger in his hand slashed through his opponent's throat, almost cutting the Roman soldier's neck in half. The blood squirted out splattered on his face.

After wiping his face, sticking out his tongue and licking the dirty blood on his lips. Feeling the strong stimulation of the bloody smell on his taste buds, there seemed to be a flame burning in Kabar's heart. Since he returned to Sicily and saw his fellow Carthage who was captured by the Romans, the most distant memory he buried deep in his heart began to revive.

Kabar once thought that his childhood memories had disappeared, but when he was tied to a wooden stake and in a semi-coma state, he met his parents again. The two vague and kind faces appeared in front of him in an extremely clear way.

At that moment, Kabar's hatred for the Romans reached its peak, and he finally understood his wish in his heart. He did not want to go back to his hometown in Sicily and start his life again. On that evening more than ten years ago, when the Romans burned their houses and killed his parents, he had no hometown.

He just wanted to use the remaining land in his memory to evoke distant memories, hoping that he could recall the kind faces of his parents and the wonderful time he was with his parents and relatives in his childhood.

However, when he really remembered the faces of his parents and relatives, he found that he had no joy at all, only strong hatred that could not be erased. For a moment, he wanted to ignite a fire all over his body and pounce on the Romans. Only the pain and the screams of his enemies could slightly relieve the pain in his heart.

"Die!" Kabar raised his dagger high and chopped it on the head of a Roman soldier, splitting it in half with the iron helmet and the head below it.

"Ah!" Kabar threw away the broken sword in his hand, picked up the spear of the Roman soldier, rushed towards the Roman soldier who was constantly retreating because he was afraid of him, and stabbed the two Roman soldiers into skewers.

"Sir Kabar, look at our ship!" Suddenly, a rescued Carthage warrior pointed to a merchant ship behind the Roman warship and shouted in panic.

"Huh!" Kabar's burning mind seemed to have a basin of cold water poured into his burning mind. He quickly looked at the situation around the harbor and immediately shouted, "What's going on with that slave ship? Why did the Romans start sailing before they even came?"

"Sir Kabar, let's retreat. Look, brothers are all off the boat!" The Carthage warrior grabbed Kabar.

"But..." Kabal looked at the Roman soldiers who were less than ten people left in front of him, and he was a little hesitant. He had not completed Xu Mo's orders yet, and the Roman warship had not been burned.

"Cabar, the Romans are here!" The voice of Chisonis came from under the battleship.

"Let's retreat!" Kabal stomped his feet unwillingly, and reason finally defeated his anger.

Ragsius, who led the Carthage prisoners of war, encountered the same thing, but he attacked the Carthage prisoners of war who were another Roman warship, retreated faster, and no one even told him.

When Ragsius killed the Roman soldiers in front of him, he realized that he had no companions around him and was surrounded by more than a dozen Roman soldiers. If he hadn't been very strong, he would have died on the Roman warship.

"Kabar, you Carthaginians are all cowards and cowards!" On the way, Ragsius, who met Kabar, grabbed Kabar and roared at him, "We have no time to burn the boat, it's only a little bit, that's a little bit, do you know?"

"You fart! They must have encountered something!" Kabar blushed and defended his compatriots.

"Look, Omes succeeded!" Chis Onis pointed to the last Roman warship excitedly, and saw a raging light of flames rising from the warship, illuminating the entire port.

"Go away, the Romans are behind!" Omes, who ran from afar, shouted.

"Only one ship was burned!" Xu Mo, who climbed onto the mast of the merchant ship and observed the entire harbor, sighed, and then turned around to look at the merchant ship that sailed early, causing Kabar and Lagsius to fail.

"Joseph, you still did this!" Xu Mo's eyes were cold.

(To be continued)
Chapter completed!