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"Oh oh oh oh!" Spartacus waved his arms which were dragged to the ground due to excessive swelling, and pounced towards Shuoyue like a freak. Behind him, Astolfo stomped his feet angrily.

"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!"

His flesh and blood multiplied, and his body became more and more bloated, but even though he could hardly stand, Spartacus still laughed wildly and stumbled towards the new moon.

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 turn things around. He was both a masochistic seeker of truth and a desperate destroyer. That was simply the life of Spartacus.

Faced with such a dangerous human-shaped bomb, although Shuoyue had respect in his heart, he still acted ruthlessly 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!"

Chapter 461: The roar of the beast, the chastity of the girl, Shirou Kotomine

Chapter 462 The Roar of the Flawed Beast, the Chastity of a Girl, Shirou Kotomine

A rough-skinned berserker versus an assassin who kills without any calculation.

This was destined to be a long battle - Astolfo was sure of this, and things developed just as he expected, but as he watched, he became more and more confused.

It wasn't because of Sakutue who went on a killing spree, but because of Spartacus who steadily withstood all the storms.

"The attack should have caused damage to him...?"

If it is a high-ranking Heroic Spirit, such as Heroic Spirits like Red and Achilles, who are deeply loved by the gods, they can also use skills or Noble Phantasms to invalidate the enemy's attacks. Astolfo also knows a hero who has a Noble Phantasm that can completely invalidate attacks below a certain level, which is almost a foul effect.

However, Spartacus's Noble Phantasm and skills did not have such characteristics. More importantly, the attack did hurt him, and the splash of flesh and blood was not an illusion. Although the berserker was still laughing wildly with joy, there was no doubt that his whole body was injured.

Yes, and there was bleeding, he was undoubtedly injured. In that case, was he just enduring the pain, relying on his own strong endurance?

"No...something feels wrong."

Curiosity overcame everything, and Astolfo simply stopped responding and took a closer look, and then he discovered the problem.

The gladiator's wounds had been repaired, but more like a superfluous regeneration than a repair. The part that was shot swelled like a tumor, and every time Sakutsu attacked, he cut off a large piece of flesh and blood, which meant——

"Could it be that this big guy...is growing in size!?"

Not only that, but I could feel a stronger flow of magic power coming from him than before. His whole body was wrapped in thick magic power, and he punched forward with greater power and speed than before.

"Oh?"

Shuo Yue followed closely, dodging the punch that was thicker than a bucket by a hair's breadth, and at the same time, leaped up, stepped on Spartacus's bumpy muscles, and ran towards his face.

"Just let me add some ingredients to you!"

How could Shuoyue not know that Spartacus became more courageous the more he fought? The gladiator's noble phantom, 'The Roar of the Beast', is a dangerous weapon that can withstand the enemy's damage and turn it into its own firewood, just like Like the countless rebels who broke out in silence, the absorbed magic will first make Spartacus huge and deformed, and eventually transform him into a huge bomb, paying back all the suffering.

Such a dangerous and vigorous way of existence is exactly the portrayal of Spartacus's life. For him, who wants to rescue the abused and rebel against the perpetrators, the battlefield is a place where there are only the weak and the strong, full of pain and trials that he longs for.

It was precisely because this gladiator pursued the battlefield and rebellion that Shuoyue showed him great respect and fought him with all his might!

The black-robed man who looked like the god of death held a yellow spear in his hand. Like a shadow, he moved forward with the spear tip upside down, cutting the skin of Spartacus from his fingers to his neck.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

It was an extremely horrifying scene. The curse of the 'Yellow Rose that Must Be Destroyed' came true. Spartacus's powerful recovery ability was curbed, and blood spurted out desperately, almost filling the sunken ground, forcing Astolfo to summon the Hippogriff to fly into the sky to avoid it. Facing the heart-wrenching pain, Spartacus was completely unaware, and even dragged the arm with blood vessels and bones exposed inside, and smashed it towards the new moon that climbed onto his shoulder.

"Projection unfolds!"

The Qin war shield, forged from iron, with a square head and curved shoulders and a bulge in the middle, appeared in the air and collided with the tattered arm. With a dull sound that made one's heart break, the shield shattered in an instant, and Spartacus' arm was like one in a cheap B-grade movie. Blood gushed out, and without the support of blood and flesh, it immediately fell limp.

Taking this opportunity, Shuo Yue raised her hand, raised her hand, raised her hand...

"This physique is really amazing!"

The frenzy brought by adrenaline weakened, and Shuo Yue finally realized the fact that there was not much magic left. While he was cursing, his movements were not slow, and he directly hugged Spartacus's head with both hands, just like Lu Zhishen pulled him upside down. Like a weeping willow, exert all your strength to release the last magic power!

As the sound of blood spurting out rang out, Shuoyue's feet firmly stepped on Spartacus' shoulders, and he used all his strength to pull his head up. With the sound of flesh being torn apart, Spartacus became even more violent, so Shuoyue stopped, twisted his body, and kicked sideways while the blood soaked his ankles!

The 'Chinese martial arts' has been strengthened by the 'magic release', so a seemingly ordinary kick has the terrifying power of a steamroller!

Clap!

Feeling something being kicked away, Shuo Yue jumped off her shoulders without looking back and landed lightly on the ground. Just as she was about to raise her head to confirm Spartacus's condition, she was suddenly speechless.

It’s a nightmare.”

Astolfo's delicate body was trembling slightly as he was flying in mid-air. Even though he had gone through countless hardships, the scene in front of him was too inhuman.

The head that had been torn off was connected to the neck by several blood lines, and then layers of flesh bubbled up. The scene was so horrifying that it even made people feel a little desperate. At the same time, the magic power in Spartacus's body further increased, to the point that even Shuo Yue felt envious.

"Really, if it weren't for my insufficient magic power, I would still have my turn to quarrel with you second- and third-rate warriors!"

The young man was in a bad mood, and even his words became unusually aggressive. As he stepped on the ground, the ground that had experienced countless tremors finally wailed and cracked. A huge ravine extended towards Spartacus, trapping him in it.

"Go!"

It was not magic, but a punch inspired by inch force. As the young man clenched his fists and smashed them hard into the ground, the ground under the gladiator who was busy repairing his head was completely cracked, burying his increasingly swollen body deeply. At the same time, the magic formula that Shuoyue had already engraved was activated, and the replacement magic was activated with the help of the spiritual veins to move the soil and fill this place.

The nearly immortal berserker Spartacus was buried underground.

"Since it can't be killed, just seal it - although my magic power can't even maintain the most basic sealing technique."

Having said that, Shuoyue became melancholy again for a moment, but soon, the movement in the distance caught his attention. Looking around, he saw an emerald green figure surrounded by rafters, moving with difficulty, and finally was blown away by the angry torrent!

The local Archduke's strength can even rival that of Little Sun. It is indeed not a formidable enemy that Ta Miao can defeat.

While suppressing Spartacus, Shuoyue ignored Astolfo, who had to call out Hippogriff to escape from the battlefield because of Spartacus' supreme basic attack that was comparable to AOE, and quickly ran towards Ta Miu. Before she was pierced by the rafters and tortured, he protected her with the magic power he had just recovered.

After a brief exchange with her, Shuo Yue turned to look at his second enemy (Afu was ignored by someone) - Vlad III, with a smile on his lips and a cold voice.

"It seems that a worthy meal has arrived... along with the unfinished snacks."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flesh-and-blood giant that regained consciousness broke out of the ground and knocked over the unprepared Archduke. Looking around, the upper half of Spartacus's body was completely buried in flesh and blood. The monster, which was more than ten meters tall, opened its bloody mouth and roared, launching an indiscriminate attack on the fallen Vlad III and the Shuoyue who was protecting Ta Miao.

"Rebellion is my life! Oh, oppressors! I will crush you to pieces with my fists!"

After having his head kicked off by Shuoyue, Spartacus finally lost his ability to think normally. He could only find his oppressors by intuition, and then attack them without hesitation!

The second round of battle, chaotic battle, begins!

"Suffering and disaster, expand! Flames burn, pots boil!"

In the King's Room of the Sky Garden, Red Shakespeare fully implemented his strategy of not participating in the war. He just watched the battlefield scenes presented on the magic light screen and recited poems loudly and emotionally.

Seeing the silent white-haired boy from the corner of his eye, Sabi interrupted her chanting: "Oh, oh, Father Amakusa, what's wrong? It's really rare to show such a serious expression."

Amakusa Shirou Tokisada raised his eyes, his golden eyes unabashedly solemn: "The revelation has come."

As the judge of the Einzbern family's illegal summoning in the previous Holy Grail War, he has the ability to predict the future, just like Joan of Arc.

Sensing Amakusa's intention, a new light curtain appeared, and on the dark field, a blond figure was galloping.

Jeanne is coming here, and she was also guided by revelation in this Holy Grail War. So, how to interpret each other's revelations and how to use them - this means that I will fight with her. "

As one of the masterminds behind this Holy Grail War, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada has no doubt that this judge has seen clues from the anomalies on the red side and hopes to find revelations in this all-out war. Named murderer.

"This is really going on, one wave after another!" Shakespeare exaggeratedly held his forehead, but Amakusa had already stood up and raised his head.

, can you teleport me to the battlefield? We need to speed up."

Glancing at Shakespeare who was trying to escape, Amakusa suddenly smiled gently: "Of course, my beloved sword 'Miike Tenta Mitsuyo' and our great writer will also go with me."

"Oh, why is this, my—!"

Sabi tried to protest, but words were so powerless under the Queen's magic. As the magic light lit up, the two figures suddenly disappeared from the spot.

When Amakusa opened his eyes again, there was golden electricity in front of him. A lovely girl wearing a white wedding dress was holding a war hammer, baring her teeth and shouting threats.

"Frankenstein." The white-haired boy, wearing a scarlet robe and holding a famous sword, called out the girl's real name like a ronin samurai from Edo. "A tragic monster created by humans in pursuit of their ideals. In some ways, you are also a turning point, a half-finished product of my ideal goal."

"Fuwu..."

The girl who had killed countless Dragon Fang Soldiers on the frontal battlefield and relieved the great pressure on Black's battle line hummed, doubts rising from the bottom of her heart.

Why does he know his real name?

Even Cowles, who was always paying attention to this place, was very surprised. Frankenstein was described as a male in the legends, and he was also a big man with a body so huge that it could reach the sky. Therefore, it should be impossible for the other party to judge her identity through her appearance.

...Did you see me before you were alive?

Killing the rushing dragon tooth soldiers at will, Frankenstein continued to think. That shouldn't be possible either. He is a young heroic spirit born at the end of the Fantasy Era. There are very few people who live in the same era and become heroes, and even if they do exist, they probably have never met themselves.

So, who revealed his real name?

"Well, your thinking is indeed quite clear. Despite your status, you have retained a certain degree of advanced thinking circuits. You are indeed worthy of being a modern Heroic Spirit."

The young man looked at the thoughtful Ken Niang, smiled brightly, stretched out his hand to her and said:

"I know your story and I know you quite well. What do you think? Are you willing to come to our side in place of Hong?"

After hearing this, Ken's mother let out a threatening roar with vigilance. Seeing this, the man immediately put down his hand with a wry smile.

"It's already this time, of course it's impossible, right?"

Hearing this, Frankenstein immediately became more alert. Behind the man, a figure who could clearly be identified as a Servant appeared. His magic power was quite weak - and the clothes he wore did not look like those for combat at all. Could he be a magician?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't have the slightest intention to fight. It's this Master who is going to fight. I'm just watching from the side and cheering him up."

Sensing the girl's gaze, Shakespeare finished speaking matter-of-factly, and took a step back, as if using his master as a shield, without any sign of using magic. Incredibly...the white-haired boy known as the 'Master' nodded.

"Yes, it is I, Shirou Kirei, who will fight)."

Saying his name in the real world, Amakusa spread his hands as if to save his life. The 'handle' between his fingers was infused with magic power and stretched out, turning into a slender and sharp blade.

With Ken's poor knowledge, she couldn't tell what kind of weapon it was. But if Shuo Yue were present, I'm afraid he would know what it was at a glance. That is the church's concept weapon - the black key, which is based on the principle of purification and woven with magic power.

"If you have any plans to come to our side, please feel free to bring it up to me."

Although his tone was sincere, Amakusa had already shot out the black key and attacked Frankenstein while he was speaking!

Miike Tenta Mitsuyo: One of the Five Swords of Japan, commonly known as the Great Tenta Mitsuyo, he is generally believed to have the power to exorcise evil spirits.

In the original story, when Amakusa was fighting the Archduke alone, he grabbed the Archduke's head and slammed it against the door frame.

When everyone arrived, he showed a cute and cute expression (making trouble), and then rolled up his sleeves to reveal the command spell on one arm. The effect of pretending was outstanding.

There is a reason why Amakusa calls himself Shirou Kirei. It is the pronunciation of his name "Shirou". After the Third World War, Amakusa was adopted by Kotomine Kirei's father Kotomine Risho (the one who was killed by Sakutsuki in the Fourth World War), and became the adopted son of the old priest and Kotomine Kirei's elder sister. Of course, Amakusa had already seen Kirei's true nature, so he had been hiding from him, not letting Kirei understand his true nature.

The New Year pool is out, and I got Lapustin in sixty rounds, plus an Indian Aho-ge. Well, I'll just give up. Anyway, I don't plan to draw from the lucky bag pool. What the hell is the configuration of yls, it's all bombs.

Because of the exam, I will take a leave from January 2nd and stop updating until around the 4th - well, after all, I am a humble author who has no manuscripts saved and has been running naked (cold sweat). It was originally divided into two chapters, one of which has more than 3,000 words... But next, it is time to arrange for Chiron to meet Daimao and Xiaomo to meet, and start the master-disciple & father-son game, so I deliberately cut it apart to avoid affecting the reading experience (actually, I have an exam and don’t have enough time to review, so I set a perfect attendance word count to save time for memorization).

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Chapter 463 The Competition between the Lion King and the Rebellious Knight

"!"

While jumping back, Frankenstein blocked the black keys with his weapon, 'Girl's Chastity', and just when the black keys were bounced away, Amakusa snapped his fingers.

Declaration).”

The reflex circuit reacted automatically, and Frankenstein immediately rotated his body and "Maiden's Chastity" 360 degrees - the black key that had just bounced off now flew back to him, and it seemed that the hilt had been pre-set with a tracking spell.

"Nawuwuwu——!!"

The attack she suffered made Kenniang determined. Since she couldn't tell whether there was a trap, she just gave up. She couldn't bear long-term complicated thinking, so she could only rush forward completely and stupidly...!