In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

“…I can’t understand your way of thinking, Mr. Samura!” Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned.

Zuocun and Romulus clashed again.

"Miss Nero, don't lose faith! Think about what you said a few days ago!" Fujimaru Ritsuka said anxiously, looking at Nero who seemed lost in thought beside her.

Romulus's strength is too high. According to Lawrence's observation, Romulus's magical power is even higher than hers at this time!

This means one thing.

Romulus is highly likely to possess the Holy Grail.

“Miss Simone, go with Mr. Samura!” Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded to Lawrence and looked at Simonetta, who was fighting with the soldiers.

Simonetta, following Ritsuka's orders, lunged toward Romulus.

In the midst of the three-way battle, Nero's eyes regained their luster.

......

"Hahahaha—choosing to come to the west was indeed a good choice!" Beowulf was covered in wounds, but his face still wore a maniacal smile.

"Again! Again! Keep hitting!!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and something on the back of his neck shattered silently.

A sense of danger permeated the battlefield.

The three Servants, sensing something was wrong, retreated.

Still inside the palace, Rafe sensed something and smiled: "Has the magic knot been activated...?"

Beowulf's body was enveloped in surging magic.

His bronze skin turned even darker, his blue tattoos shimmered with blood-red light, and the two weapons he held in his hands were also shrouded in blood-red light.

"Come on—keep fighting!!!!!"

He roared.

"Now's the time for a brawl—come and fight me to the death!!!"

"Roar—" Lu Bu brandished his halberd and charged forward.

Ping—smack—

"Oh oh oh—Oppressor—!!!"

"Tsk—" Hijikata Toshizo frowned as he watched the three super strong men fighting together.

It's too late to get involved now!

Moreover, Beowulf, who had undergone some unknown change, had clearly become much stronger, and was even able to fight two people to a draw.

"This is troublesome..."

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East side.

"Ha—" Boudica jumped off the chariot, shield in front of him, and charged toward Pentessilia.

The soldiers are still engaged in close combat; this is the battlefield for the generals.

Camilla dodged the powerful meteor hammer attack and dodged behind Pentessilia.

Ping Pong —

Claws and shields clashed.

"Get out of my way!" Penthesilea moved much faster than Boudica.

He kicked the shield, and the meteor hammer was about to smash forward.

"Don't think about it!"

Camilla's hand touched Pentessilia's neck.

Skill activated!

"Let your eyes be stained with blood!"

"Go to hell!!!"

However, Pentessilia seemed completely unaffected, turning around and kicking Camilla in the side.

"Ugh—Pfft—!"

Camilla was kicked out.

Boudica looked at Pentessilia and snorted coldly.

hum-

Boudica stepped back onto the chariot, her body surging with magic.

"Noble Phantasm - Release!"

Boudica raised his short sword high, his expression solemn.

This road—will lead to victory!

"Rekindle your fighting spirit, Camilla!"

She shouted, and a field, like a magic array, appeared around Boudica.

Penthesilea tried to come up and continue to fight, but was repelled by the wheels summoned by Boudica's Noble Phantasm.

"A wheel that cannot be protected by a vow [ ]!!!"

Even her Noble Phantasm is so gentle, Queen of Britannia.

Camilla rubbed her stomach and stood up.

She had had enough of this peculiarity.

Anger flashed in her eyes.

The Iron Maiden appeared in her hand.

The magic began to stir, as if it were about to erupt with anger.

The same situation applies to Pentessilia on the opposite side.

The object at the back of her neck shattered, and even more powerful magic emerged within her, like a raging wild beast.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh—kill them all—kill them all aaaaaaahhhhhhh—annihilate me in my fury—!!!!!"

thump—

Camilla was furious, but her expression remained perfectly calm.

"It's all just a fantasy."

"However... the girl is inside this box."

She murmured in a hoarse voice.

His eyes were fixed intently on Pentessilia.

"Hero—die!!!"

Penthesilea had already arrived in front of Camilla.

Camilla's lips curled into a smile.

"Fantasy... Phantom Maiden!!!"

The scepter struck the ground, and the Iron Maiden beside him suddenly grew enormous and terrifying.

It swallowed Penthesilea whole as it charged forward.

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Chapter 463 Rome! Attack!

"Heave-ho!" Spartacus raised his fist and slammed it toward Beowulf, but Beowulf dodged it. The force of the blow caused Spartacus to smash a large crater in the ground.

"Ora ora ora—!!!" Lu Bu swung his halberd down at Beowulf, but it was directly blocked by Beowulf's strange weapon, and the two engaged in a fierce and wide-ranging clash.

bang——

Hijikata Toshizo drew his gun and fired directly from a treacherous angle.

"Ugh—" Beowulf cried out in pain as he failed to dodge the bullet.

Zheng—

Seizing the opportunity, Hijikata Toshizo drew his sword and charged forward.

At that moment, Lü Bu unleashed his halberd.

Ping Pong —

Beowulf caught the attacks of two men, his arms trembling.

"Spartacus!" Hijikata Toshizo roared.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh—Oppressors! Oppressors! Oppressors—!!!!!!!!!"

For some reason, Spartacus, whose size had increased, charged forward at an incredible speed.

Die, you oppressor!

not good!

Beowulf's pupils contracted.

He tried to parry the attacks from both sides with both hands, but there was no way to dodge this blow!

boom--

With a powerful gust of wind and immense force, Spartacus's punch landed squarely on Beowulf's stomach.