My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Chapter 461 His name is Spartacus

The moon and stars are sparse, the red side's aerial garden is floating in the air, and the black side's fortress is located on the earth, like two giant beasts silently confronting each other. Under their gaze, the heroes gallop on the battlefield without emotion, putting their own Life and glory are engraved in each other's eyes.

But this is not an arena. There are no rules for you to sing and I will appear. Flames and demonic energy dance together, swords and bows are brilliant. In the chaos of light and shadow that is difficult for mortals to interpret, even the demon dolls, dragon tooth soldiers, and artificial humans are... The cry of killing is not worth mentioning.

No matter where the battlefield is, it is difficult to ignore the roar that echoes through the sky from somewhere.

boom! boom! boom!

It's like a giant, naked to the waist, swinging a hammer and beating a drum. The sound was huge, the gongs and drums were noisy, and it did not disappear suddenly, but came one after another, one wave higher than the other, and in the end, it turned into a continuous wave like the flood of the Qiantang River!

If anyone could escape from the killing field and look toward the source of the sound, they would be able to see a strong man with a deathly gray color laughing wildly, violently colliding with a young man with an upright body and a black robe.

The gladiator's sword has been torn apart by vicious fists and evil eyes, but Spartacus has never relied on foreign objects, but his unyielding spirit, muscles and punches honed in suffering!

The so-called gladiators are those who focus on killing their opponents without resorting to any means. Their swords, their fists, their roars and even roars are all weapons to kill the enemy!

"boom!"

A magic fist as fierce as a gladiator hit his arm, and the muscles that even a lion could not tear apart instantly turned a disgusting color like a ripe persimmon, and then exploded with a pop, but there were blood bubbles. As soon as it appeared, blood vessels and cells proliferated rapidly, turning into increasingly swollen and dense muscles.

Contrary to the pain of his arm being destroyed, there was a growing smile on Spartacus's face.

"Well, I'll give you back this pleasure...double!"

It was like an iron bar weighing several tons fell, and the sound of the wind alone made people shudder. The young man in black robe was completely shrouded in the shadow of his arm. Faced with such a dangerous attack, he did not dodge, but stood up and twisted his waist. , not caring about the excessive size difference, swung another cannon punch.

It was a scene like an egg hitting a stone, but what was broken was not the egg, but the stone, and it was the thick arm that fell with great force!

The iron rod fell, but the iron rod broke!

The unexpected result shocked everyone's thinking. Looking at the uninjured young man in the black robe, it was hard to imagine how such a thin body could burst out such terrifying power.

Directing the force into the earth, causing countless cracks to appear on the ground, Shuo Yue exhaled a long white breath, feeling the burning pain in his internal organs, and once again complained about the loss of the dragon's heart.

In contrast, Spartacus was even more unbearable. He had gradually lost his human form and fell involuntarily. His exploded arm quickly healed itself, further causing his center of gravity to become unstable, and finally forced the gladiator to slump. He fell to the ground, but this man showed no sign of resentment. Instead, he opened his mouth more and more happily.

"Hahahaha... I am immortal, and rebellion is immortal! What's more, nothing gives me more pleasure than being a shield for the weak!"

Spartacus, a sword fighter in ancient Rome, led the slave war known as the Spartacus Rebellion. Although his rebellion was suppressed, his name went down in history, and the oppressed people regarded his name as hope. symbol.

"You and I are truly destined enemies, I am the one destined to be the oppressor, and you are hell-bent on rebelling against us."

Shuo Yue understood this berserker who couldn't communicate very well. The real Spartacus was dead. What appeared in front of him now was the epitome of the most crazy period of the gladiator, a symbol that carried all unyielding and rebellion.

Use all your strength to fight him. It is certainly a joy to see the dictator overthrown, but the execution of the rebels is also an outcome that kings and conspirators like to see.

Thinking like this, Shuo Yue suddenly raised his hand, and the projection magic reappeared. An iron block was cast on his arm, blocking the shining golden horse gun.

"No, is this okay?" the assassin shouted in a hopeless voice, but Shuo Yue had already turned around and handed Astolfo his fist without hesitation, but the latter had also expected it. He quickly retreated to avoid the fierce wind of the fist.

"Astolfo." Looking at the pink-haired Ah Fu, Shuo Yue said coldly, "At this point, don't you plan to summon the Hippogriff and liberate its true name?"

"No! I don't know how you know it, but if it doesn't work, it won't work!" Without even a sign of thinking, Astolfo rejected Shuo Yue's 'advice' without hesitation, "Summoning the Hippogriff will consume magic power. ! Not to mention liberating the true name, I don’t want my master and her compatriots to be burdened too much!”

Summon the Hippogriff, then ride and wield it. If it only reaches this stage, then the magic power consumption is actually not much, and it can be supplied by one artificial man alone.

The problem lies in chanting the true name or exerting power. The magic power consumption at that time was almost equivalent to the level of releasing an A-level Noble Phantasm with all its strength. Moreover, the consumption does not end after releasing a single blow. As long as the Hippogriff is maintained in the unfolded state, the magic power will continue to be consumed, which is a very bad way to use it.

...The images of artificial people whose magic power had been absorbed appeared in his mind. Then, Astolfo remembered Sieg's small and timid figure, as well as his timid eyes.

Without even hesitation, Astolfo decided to seal this method first. Since you don't want to do that, you can only choose the option of not doing that.

Ah, what a fool, what a stupid idea. Also very cowardly. Originally, I should have ignored the existence of the magic battery and liberated my true name. Even Zig wouldn't blame him for that. After all, Servants are beings summoned to fight and win. Of course, it is impossible not to provide them with magic power.

However, Astolfo is such a heroic spirit. Since he doesn't want to do it, he won't do it no matter what he says.

"I see, it's for Sieg."

"Exactly, so... can you let me go? Hey hey."

"I refuse. How you choose to fight is your business and has nothing to do with me."

"Hey~Why is this~~"

Astolfo screamed in dissatisfaction, and Spartacus beside him suddenly stood up and grabbed Astolfo behind him with his intact arms, protecting him like a hen guarding its young.

"No need to say more, you weak one, accept my love, my dignity, and let me embrace you! My whole life, I exist to protect something as weak and precious as you!"

In the barren mind of Spartacus, Astolfo is obviously weak and vulnerable (relatively speaking), but for his own mission and obligations, he works hard to fight against suffering and oppression (Shotsuki:?) , maybe he is similar to him and thousands of suffering people, right?

It was precisely because of this that he was so fearless in death, launching attacks against Shuo Yue again and again.

"Oh oh oh oh!" Spartacus waved his arms that were too swollen and had to be dragged to the ground, and rushed towards Shuo Yue like a strange creature. Behind him, Astor was bulging with happiness. Stomping feet.

"I have already said that I am one of the twelve warriors of Charlemagne. How can I be weak? You are a big guy, and I can fight! But...but you still have to be careful, you big guy!"

What responded to him was the cheerful laughter of the berserker. Shuo Yue did not swing his fist this time, but took out his blunderbuss. While sliding between Spartacus's feet, he instantly penetrated it with bullets. His jaw, throat, chest pit, and abdomen.

"Hahahaha! It's not enough! It's not enough! It's not enough!"

The flesh and blood proliferated, and the body became more and more swollen, but even if he could no longer stand still, Spartacus still laughed wildly and stumbled towards Shuoyue.

Such a crazy berserker, no matter which Holy Grail War he is summoned in, he will never be able to obtain the Holy Grail.

But even so, he still killed evil with a smile on his face. While enduring the pain, he was also looking for a way to reverse it. Both a masochistic seeker and a hopeless destroyer. That was simply the life of Spartacus.

Faced with such a dangerous human-shaped bomb, although Shuo Yue had respect in her heart, she still struck without hesitation and quickly destroyed the gladiator's body.

"Come on, let's see if I collapse from exhaustion first, or if you can't hold on any longer and return all the accumulated oppression to the world!"