I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Spartacus, the red berserker, is smiling like a child.

Note that this is not a sick sentence, but a matter of fact. Spartacus's smile is very simple, showing joy from the inside out, without any complexity that an adult should have. It is no problem at all to say that he smiles like a child - although, this child has It weighs several hundred kilograms, although the child's laughter doesn't sound that pleasant.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Amid bursts of crazy laughter, the gladiators, who were like muscle aggregates, continued to shake the sky and the earth.

What shook the sky was undoubtedly the laughter, while what shook the earth was the footsteps containing huge power - perhaps influenced by the legend of his life, Spartacus had two huge stars tied to his feet when he was summoned. Shot put. With every step he took, the shot put would be picked up by his powerful calves and then fall heavily to the ground.

Although the built-in tremor and sound effects make him more oppressive, every time he appears is earth-shattering and cannot be concealed no matter what. Of course, the man who wanted to bring down the oppressor never thought of hiding.

His whole life was just like his posture at the moment, identifying the oppressor and then rushing forward to either knock down the oppressor or be knocked down.

Charge, charge, charge!

Those who got in the way were crushed by feet, chopped by swords, smashed by fists, and even swept away by the dragging lead balls. Whether it is the enemy's Dragon Tooth Soldiers or our own puppets and artificial beings, as long as they stand in the way, they will all be destroyed.

He relied on the instinct of a rebel and an unyielding person to move towards the person who stood at the pinnacle of power. It was this unconscious desire that drew him into the fiercest battle on the battlefield.

Smell it, hear it, see it, feel it.

That was the target that had to be defeated, that was the person with the highest power. It was for this reason that he endured the humiliation and gained some magic power to keep in this world.

However, just when he wanted to rush towards the target, he wanted to use his sword, fists, feet, head, teeth... to use everything he had to crush that figure.

A huge, irreversible, and absolutely coercive magic power bound his body and interfered with his actions - it was the power of the command spell that gave absolute command to the followers. Under the influence of this coercive force, even the unyielding gladiator Spartacus found it difficult to resist.

The command spell did not suppress Spartacus's desire to fight, it only limited the target and did not allow attacking Black's servants - it was not that Avisbron did not want to further restrict the target, it was actually Spartacus. Si's spirit is so abnormal that this is the limit of what a command spell can achieve.

Under the restrictions of the Command Seal, Spartacus had to give up the first and most wanted target, which was to give him the extremely humiliating Black Berserker Vlad III, and instead use his full anger and uncontrollable madness. He leaned towards the red Lancer Karna who was fighting Vlad III with a spear.

"Send death to all those who suppress you!"

Karna was well prepared. After all, Spartacus's presence was so strong that he didn't need to look at it to know what he was doing and how he would do it.

The "Crownless Martial Arts" was displayed naturally. Karna stepped aside with erratic steps, and a rare smile appeared on his indifferent face.

"I see, I want to apologize for my misunderstanding of your betrayal, Spartacus. You did not betray, you just took up the responsibility of a rebel. This is the whole meaning of your existence!"

Hearing this comment, Spartacus laughed louder and more joyfully. He kept running, like a human bomb, but no one dared to ignore the power contained in this bomb.

Karna couldn't, Vlad III couldn't, and neither could Semiramis sitting in the sky.

"How dare you come here, you rabid dog!"

The slender eyes of the Assyrian Empress revealed astonishing murderous intent. The magic that had been stopped by Shirou finally got a chance to be released. Four magic techniques that only existed in the Age of Gods were centered on the tip of the aerial garden, opened up, down, left and right, and radiated out one after another. Great magic level attack.

The first wave is still the magic cannon, but this time it is not a range strike, but a precise burst.

Four finger-thick magic beams shot out from the four corners of the rhombus, aiming at Spartacus's limbs respectively.

The unprepared Spartacus was pierced by the magic cannon without any suspense, and he fell to the ground, breathing heavily.

Seeing this scene, Semiramis nodded with satisfaction: "The rabid dog should stay on all fours. Lancer, I will handle this rabid dog, and you can concentrate on dealing with Flanders III."

The latter sentence was sent through the amplification magic and reached Karna's ears, which also caused Vlad III to stop his horse and raise his head, looking towards the sky courtyard again.

"learn."

The next second, the "Eternal Blade" turned into a golden stream of light and hit Vlad III directly.

Vlad III snorted coldly, and magic power as deep as night swept over the battlefield. Hundreds of black rafter piles rose from the ground, forming a black torrent that collided head-on with the golden streamer.

"So, what should I do with you?"

In the courtyard, Semiramis, who turned off the amplification technique, raised his chin with his hand and looked at Spartacus, who was breathing heavily, jokingly.

"I think it's better not to be careless. No, Spartacus is not that easy to deal with. Be careful of capsizing in the gutter."

Before Shirou's warning voice could finish, he saw that Spartacus's punctured wound quickly stopped bleeding. The color of the wound became darker and darker, and finally turned into a disgusting color like a ripe persimmon.

In this strange change, the unyielding gladiator regained his strength, stood up from the ground, and threw the dagger in his hand.

"Hahahaha! And you, and you, you are also the oppressor who stands at the top of power, and you are the one I must defeat."

"Look -"

Shirou spread his hands helplessly, and Shakespeare, who ran to him at some point, shrugged and chanted loudly.

"——That indomitable heroic gesture; listen, that unyielding voice from the heart."

"Shut up!"

The Assyrian Empress glared at the two yandering guys angrily, and the magic cannon that had just died out fired again.

Spartacus, who had already suffered a loss, was still unprepared and allowed the purple magic power to rage on his body as he continued to roar at the sky.

"Not enough! Not enough ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Faced with this provocation, Semiramis finally became truly angry, and the other three spells began to show their power.

Among them, there are suppression magic that changes gravity and puts heavy pressure on the area;

There is a control magic that extends chains from space to precisely bind the enemy;

There is also the continuous rain of lava that smells of sulfur;

The demigod who once dominated an era finally showed how terrifying she is as a top servant.

So scary!