I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Vlad III was not afraid. His will was still as strong as iron and unshakable. However, when faced with such a heterogeneous threat, his body reacted faster than his will.

Of course, after taking one step, Vlad III immediately reacted and controlled his body's instinct. But it still made him feel shame, extremely shameful.

I, the highest authority in Romania, the Little Dragon Lord Vlad III, actually retreated in the face of a mere rebel, a monster who has even strayed from humanity?

After the humiliation, there is great anger, both towards the enemy and even more towards oneself.

This shame can only be washed away with blood and repaid with the life of Spartacus!

In his rage, Vlad III forgot that the fear of the unknown was greater than the known threats. He was able to repel the Turkish invasion only because his methods were too violent, earning him the name "Devil" related.

In 1462 AD, the Ottoman Turkish army of 150,000 invaded Romania, but the Wallachian army led by Vlad III had only 10,000 people. However, he exhausted the Ottoman Turkish army with thorough guerrilla warfare and scorched-earth tactics, and at the same time, after allowing the people to retreat and take refuge, he vacated the capital to launch a counterattack.

The Ottoman Turkish army was led by Mehmed II, known as the "Conqueror", who had captured the triple-fortified city of Constantinople. He has always been known for his bravery, but his expression suddenly changed when he arrived in the capital Bucharest.

Countless stakes were erected around the walled city, impaled on them were their companions, their colleagues, and their captains - a total of 20,000 Turkish soldiers. The moment he saw this scene, the hatred of his killed companions immediately disappeared.

It was so scary - all they could think about was this, and they had a strong fear of the person who carried out this action. The looting, ravaging, and massacres they have done so far are nothing but the result of accelerated desire. However, the one in front of me is different. This idea is really terrifying.

That is simply not treating people as human beings. As a result, Mehmed II had to withdraw his troops. At that time, Mehmed II once said:

"No matter what kind of person they are, I'm not afraid of them. But demons are another matter."

The rafter piles covering the battlefield in front of me are sublimated from this anecdote. And this anecdote has been continuously spread, fermented and smeared, establishing a notorious vampire "Count Dracula" that is completely different from the hero Vlad III.

Now, Vlad III has also tasted what Mehmet II felt like back then, although it is only a tiny bit.

Kill you!

Kill you!

Kill you!

His eyes were filled with frenzied killing intent, and the rationality that had always had the upper hand was gradually fading away. No matter what, he is a berserker, and the biggest characteristic of this job is madness. Previously, the side of the hero always had the upper hand, but now, under the stimulation of another berserker, the characteristics of this job finally emerged.

Just when Vlad III was about to ignore it and use all his strength to kill the rebels at the cost of all the rafters, countless beams of light suddenly poured down from the sky.

"What……!?"

Those seven-colored light pillars, which would even look beautiful if they were not on the battlefield, did not attack Vlad III.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!?"

I have heard the howl of pain and joy mixed with countless times.

The red Berserker was injured and immediately began to heal the cut flesh. However, even the rebellious hero Spartacus may have reached his limit.

No, in fact he has already exceeded his limit. Keep enduring, keep enduring, bear all the suffering and pain, and then just release it——

In an instant, Joan of Arc immediately understood the intention of the red party who shot the beam of light from the sky and Spartacus's own goal.

With a deafening roar, he targets the oppressor and his subordinates.

That means - "Are we going to destroy everything on this battlefield...!!"

Although the red team is no exception, they are all at the floating fortress now, and it is not impossible to move to areas beyond Spartacus's reach.

As for the Dragon Tooth Soldiers, they are just miscellaneous soldiers to them, so naturally they don't care about the lives of these man-made creatures.

Karna's next actions also proved this. The son of the sun opened all the armor leaves of the golden armor, spraying out highly concentrated solar flames and rising into the sky.

"Wait, Red Lancer!"

"The master's summoning order will be given later. Ruler and Black Berserker."

Karna ignored Joan's call and calmly left a farewell message. Then, the maximum output of the sun's flames pushed his body up at a rapid speed, like a golden rocket.

Joan of Arc clenched her fists subconsciously, and then quickly released them. The red side retreated, and the black side was in trouble.

I'm afraid this is also an unexpected situation for them. Who could have expected that "Roar of the Flawed Beast" would be such a terrible Noble Phantasm?

The huge accumulated magic power, as well as his body that had deteriorated during the accumulation process, may have long been freed from the shackles of the contract. Even a heroic spirit with A-level magic resistance can only withstand a single stroke of the Command Seal, which probably won't be able to restrain him.

Because the command spell binds the upper to the lower. No matter how low-level the being is, as long as he is the Master, he is an existence that is superior to the servants.

For Spartacus, a rebellious hero, two strokes of the Command Seal must be consumed to make him obey orders even in the normal state. As for the current situation, I am afraid that even if I spend three strokes of the command spell, I won't be able to do it.

In other words, the red berserker will never stop. Assuming that he used all his strength to strike the next blow, the damage range would probably spread to the entire battlefield. Not only that, maybe even Milenia City, which is located between the city and the battlefield, will not be spared.

So, what should we do? The distressed Jeanne suddenly turned aside, looking towards the direction she came from with some panic and some astonishment.

Even though the object cannot be caught visually, it can still detect its two magical powers that are unique to the Servant.

That, that's——

There is a petite "War Otome" holding a lance, riding a hawk, and galloping into the sky.

The assassin with long dark blue hair and dark blue eyes stepped on feather shoes, slid close to the ground, and swept over.

PS: Ah, lovely student, here I am, teacher. Do you miss me?