I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Compared with will and belief, Vlad III was not inferior. Faced with the overwhelming military power of the Turkish Empire, he never thought of giving up. The so-called heroic spirits are such existences. Only those who can laugh off overwhelming disadvantages and desperate situations are qualified to be called heroes, not to mention that they still have the upper hand.

If there are no accidents, the two heroes will continue to fight fiercely. With their strength and resilience, it is not impossible to defeat Tianming.

However, the accident happened.

Just when the torrent of rafters collided violently with the flames of the sun, blooming into a magnificent scene like the alternation of light and darkness at dawn, an even greater and terrifying magic power approached at an alarming speed, accompanied by the laughter that shook the atmosphere.

Compared with the huge body that can be seen clearly from hundreds of meters away and the almost irrepressible heterogeneous magic power, the petite figure and the aura of the servant running in front of Jeanne d'Arc are not worth mentioning at all.

"You're actually back again?"

Hearing this highly recognizable laughter, the two heroes with guns as weapons came up with the same idea at the same time, and the movements of their hands could not help but slow down a bit.

The difference was that after a moment of distraction, Vlad III's face beamed with joy, and his offensive became even more fierce.

Karna's expression darkened, and for the first time since the war began, he gave up the tactic of closing the distance, took the initiative to retreat, and switched from offensive to defensive.

Both of them knew very well that Spartacus was no longer a servant of the red side. Although he still bore the name of the red berserker, his faction belonged to the black side. Although he does not seem to be stable at all and will not cooperate with Vlad III, as long as he does not attack Vlad III, even if he concentrates on causing destruction, it will be enough to cause huge trouble to Karna. Not to mention the abnormal posture of Spartacus with five eyes and eight arms at this time, as well as the exaggerated magic power contained in his body that has long exceeded the limits of a servant.

With the addition of this heavyweight, no matter how firm Karna's will is, he cannot make up for this huge difference in strength.

Just when Karna was hesitating whether to retreat or move the battlefield, another change occurred.

The eight arms of the approaching Spartacus came out in unison, two of which were thick and relatively short and struck Joan of Arc, while the other five passed through the sun's flames and rafter piles to attack Karna and Vlad III respectively.

It seemed that he actually planned to fight three top servants on his own.

"What are you doing, Spartacus! Your enemy is there!" Vlad III was shocked and angry when his offensive was interrupted.

However, at this time, Spartacus couldn't listen to Vlad III's words at all. While laughing wildly, he used his whip arm to launch an offensive.

“哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈，为所有的压制，悉数送去死亡！压制者啊，接受制裁吧！”

Vlad III, who had lost the barrier of rafters, raised his spear and gritted his teeth to block the blow that swept away thousands of troops.

The two equally extraordinary forces interacted with each other, causing ripples visible to the naked eye to vibrate in the atmosphere.

"Are you completely crazy? Even the effect of the command spell..."

"Yes, Spartacus who has become like this can no longer be restrained by the Command Seal." With Vlad III and Karna sharing the pressure, Joan finally got a chance to breathe and continued.

"Ruler?" Vlad III cast a sidelong glance at Joan, then used both hands to push the whip arm away. "Did you lure the red berserker here?"

"Yes." Joan admitted frankly, "The red archer lured the red berserker from here to attack me. I just brought him back - this is my judgment as a ruler!"

For such an answer, Vlad III had nothing to say and could only snort coldly.

Because of the lowest "status" and the least pressure, Karna took his time and said:

"The rebellious gladiator has completely broken off his shackles and wants to impose sanctions on all oppressors. What are you going to do? Grand Duke."

"Death penalty to rebels! Kazikli Bey (King of Capital Punishment)!"

Vlad III was even less intolerant of rebellion than invaders. He will stab the rebel with rafter stakes just like he did when they first met, and this time he will not deliberately avoid the vital points, but will actually penetrate the rebel's heart, throat, head and spiritual core!

However, reality once again exceeded Vlad III's expectations.

The rafter piles did penetrate Spartacus's body, dozens of them, and they did hit the vital point, but Spartacus did not die, and his attack did not stop for a moment.

Unlike Karna's golden armor that can weaken all external negative interference to one-tenth, Spartacus can withstand the skewers of rafter piles entirely with his physical body. The reason why he did not lose his life was because his body had completed repair and regeneration before losing his life.

Since the beginning of the war, Spartacus has suffered numerous injuries. Because of the effect of the Noble Phantasm "Roar of the Flawed Beast", all damage is converted into magic power and recovery power, and now Spartacus has become an unkillable monster.

"Ohhh, ohhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Amidst the sounds of joy or pain, the rebellious gladiator used brute force to break the rafter piles that were drilled out of the ground and pierced into his body, bringing with him a short video that had been entangled with the new flesh and blood before it could be discharged from the body. Rush to Vlad III, the oppressor who stands at the top of power.

Vlad III summoned more rafter piles, but it was of no use. Spartacus's body was only that big, and the size of the rafter piles was fixed. No matter how many he summoned, there were only so many that could pierce his body. , is not enough to overwhelm the resilience of heterogeneity. Later, the rafter piles could no longer penetrate Spartacus's body, because his body was filled with rafter pile fragments, which together with the muscles and bones formed an extremely hard inner armor.

The mental oppression brought by the huge number of rafter piles was of no use to Spartacus. He was a rebel who rose up under oppression. Just like a spring, the greater the pressure, the greater the rebound force.

Move on, get skewered, repair, move on, get skewered again, get repaired again. Spartacus repeated this process, and the number of rafter piles destroyed in a short period of time exceeded that of Karna who had been fighting for a long time.

Just a little more, a little more, and your hands will be able to reach the dictator's head.

A little more, a little more, and you will be able to gain the greatest glory and joy.

Spartacus marches on, smiles on his march, and marches on.

Seeing such a berserker, Vlad III couldn't help but take a step back!

PS: After all, Karna hides, burns, and fights, and Spartacus eats them all.

PS2: Grand Duke—Did you lead the Japanese here?