A compilation of memorable moments from Chaldea's girlfriends showing affection in various dime

Spartacus spoke to the villagers with his own values.

"...Ah, I see. I finally know why I was summoned to this land!!!"

Spartacus's eyes burned with fervor as he watched the rapidly descending fiery comet, a scourge capable of destroying an area several kilometers around it—far more powerful than any missile.

"Everything is to fight against this immense oppression!!!"

“Mr. Spartacus!?” Mash saw Spartacus’s eyes well up with tears and the iron sword in his hand disappear.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka!! You who have not yet become an oppressor!! Now is the time to show your power to Spartacus!"

“I understand, Spartacus.” Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, placing her right hand, adorned with a Command Seal, in front of her chest.

“That’s right, use a Command Spell on me! All it takes is one sentence—command me to jump.”

Spartacus looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a sigh.

I am so lucky to meet such a master. We are so in tune with each other and he can understand what I mean without me having to say much.

"I see... Spartacus's Noble Phantasm - Roar of the Wounded Beast."

Spartacus's Noble Phantasm automatically appeared in Jing Ke's mind; it was the same Noble Phantasm he had seen in the Eternal Empire Singularity.

"What did you say??" Mordred looked at Jing Ke in confusion. What roar? What wounded beast?

"Normally speaking, the destructive power of such a massive building falling is simply impossible to withstand. Only an extremely powerful anti-city Noble Phantasm could do that. But Spartacus's Noble Phantasm absorbs external force and converts it into power output; the greater the destructive power, the more overwhelming the counterattack. If we can make contact in mid-air before it hits the ground, we can neutralize each other's power and stop its fall..."

Looking at the battered and bruised Spartacus, Jing Ke wondered if Spartacus was in any condition to survive.

"Hey!! What's going on?! So, what? Is this guy planning to deliberately run into that falling thing?!"

Mordred was stunned. Was this even possible?

Something was wrong. Suddenly, memories from the past surfaced in her mind. She seemed to have seen this scene somewhere before, but she couldn't quite remember where.

"Such immense suffering, such desperate adversity!!! There is far too little to demonstrate my rebellious will!!"

Spartacus watched with excitement as the colossal meteorite crashed down on the village below. His blood was surging; he had never been so excited. His muscles bulged, and although he was covered in wounds, his eyes burned with an insatiable fighting spirit.

"This is too reckless!! Your spirit origin can't handle it!!!"

"Hahahaha!! How will you know if you don't try? There's no time to hesitate anymore, the jinx is still falling!!"

Spartacus Blaze

43. A rebellious will, a wish is born in the world once again, and Uma Musume Girls make their dazzling debut!

"Wow... The massive object that was falling has been destroyed!! From now on, the falling debris will no longer pose a threat to the village!"

Wearing goggles, Mashu stared in shock at the explosion overhead.

"Success...! Well done, but where are the Spartacus!?"

Mordred squinted, not spotting Spartacus in the sky. Could it be...?

"There it is, it fell down!"

Jing Ke pointed to the right horizon, where the remains of Spartacus were flying downwards, followed by countless meteorite fragments.

"...That utterly idiotic idiot!!"

Mordred gritted her teeth, clearly seeing Spartacus's mangled body, only the upper half remaining.

So the Heroic Spirits rushed towards the spot where Spartacus had fallen.

莫德

Red ran forward quickly, removed the armor from his body, transformed into a spirit, and rushed forward, appearing in mid-air.

She released her spirit form, embracing Spartacus's remains with both hands. Her magic emanated from her body as she fell downwards, her legs sinking several tens of centimeters into the ground.

Mordred slid forward for dozens of meters with Spartacus in her arms, offsetting the potential energy and inertia generated by the fall.

Spartacus opened his heavy eyelids and stared at Mordred. "Oh... rebellious knight... did you catch me with those slender arms?"

"Stop joking! Everyone's watching you. Those guys you've incited without thinking are all watching you!!"

Mordred pursed his lips, looking at the mangled body of Spagon before him, his companion, and feeling the shattered spirit core of him. He already knew the outcome in his heart.

Mordred yelled at Spartacus with exasperation, "How could you fall headfirst in front of everyone?! You should at least have landed on your feet!! You shouldn't have fallen, you should have landed! No matter what you became!"

“How can it work otherwise?”

“Your injuries…” Jing Ke stared at the wounds on Spartacus’s body. More importantly, his spiritual foundation had shattered. In this situation, even a god couldn’t save him.

"Hahaha...!" Spartacus looked at Mordred, Jing Ke, Mash, and Fujimaru Ritsuka, who were worried about him, and a bright smile appeared on his face. He was already satisfied.

"This is asking too much!! This is what makes Camelot the first and foremost man of the Round Table Knights."

"You bastard, who are you calling a man?! If you're going to play dumb, at least put on a more punchable face—!!!" Mordred bared her two little fangs and shouted, brandishing her claws.

Mordred looked at Spartacus with a complicated expression. He was still in the mood for jokes; looking at the body that was now only the upper half, he sighed softly.

"Hey... what part of you do I even have left to beat up now?!"

"Go ahead and hit me. If it's your fist... it'll definitely feel very good to me..."

Spartacus's body began to slowly dissipate, the cracks on his body festering, as if his body had been eroded by tens of thousands of years of wind and sand, slowly crumbling and turning into golden starlight.

This is a sign that he is about to return to the Throne of Heroes.

"Is Spartacus going to die?!"

The boy, once protected by Spartacus, had tears welling in his eyes, and he choked back sobs.

"Hahaha. I won't die. Spartacus is immortal. As long as the indomitable fighting spirit and the undying flame of rebellion still reside in your young heart... that will be my life, my friend."

"Goodbye, my friends!! Thank you for answering our call. This is the coolest rebellion ever!!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled as she watched Spartacus, then raised her fist and clashed it with Spartacus's.

As soon as he finished speaking, Spartacus's body vanished completely. This indomitable rebel returned to the Throne of Heroes, this time completely satisfied.

This rebellion will excite Spartacus for years to come: a rebellion against the First Emperor! A rebellion against gravity!! A rebellion against the super meteorite!

A man who has taken rebellion to its extreme has never felt so satisfied.

He looked forward to the next summons, hoping to join Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had not yet become an oppressor, in a rebellion against the oppressors.

At that time, I hope to meet Mordred and Jing Ke again, so that the names of the three rebel musketeers will hang over the heads of the oppressors like the Sword of Damocles.

"Ah..." The villagers watched this scene with tears streaming down their faces, kneeling on the ground in deep sorrow, their benefactor having passed away first.

"...Don't cry. I...can't cry. After all, Spartacus, no matter how much pain or hardship he was in, always kept a smile on his face."

The boy wiped away his tears, stood up, and looked at the moon in the sky. Spartacus's words and everything he had done transformed into a burning will within him.

"So I must become stronger. No matter what happens, I must endure it with a smile. So that one day, I too can become someone's Spartacus. Therefore... Spartacus is immortal. As long as I, and someone else in the future, can still keep smiling..."

The First Emperor did not allow any more sections of the Great Wall to fall, and he heard every word of the boy's loud shouts.

The villagers sat on the ground, tears welling in their eyes, looking at the moon in the sky with relief.

They didn't know what had happened; all they knew was how wonderful it felt to have survived the wrath of the calamity, the Emperor.

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The Rebel Trio Timeline.

"Hahahaha... Spartacus!! Is this your Noble Phantasm?! Ah, your rebellion was truly spectacular!! It's such a pity you weren't there when I rebelled against my father!! Otherwise, I might have succeeded."

Mordred excitedly patted Spartacus on the shoulder, forgetting that it was Spartacus who had called her a boy.

"First Emperor, do you see this?! This is the will of our heroic spirits!! There is a lot of damned garbage in the pan-human history, and humanity certainly has no value for salvation. But that is the world I live in!!"

Mordred felt great. This was better than any other movie, Pan-Human History. This was the most exciting movie ever, titled Rebels of Spartacus.

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Ah... the sparks of rebellion I ignited have entered the hearts of all the oppressed!!!

Spartacus, watching the boy in the scene who knew nothing about writing, was now able to utter these words full of rebellious spirit, was deeply moved.

He didn't think about all that, or what the consequences of doing so would be; he was only focused on rebelling against the oppressors.

So be selfish. If people criticize and despise you, so be it. Just be yourself and don't let yourself have any regrets.

"What should we do? We've been the ones revealing our trump cards all along! Now, who knows how many more royal flushes the First Emperor is holding? This is putting us in such a passive position!"

Goldruff had never felt so bad; the feeling of being spoiled was awful.

The most painful thing now is that we know what cards the First Emperor holds, but we have no ability to deal with them or defend against them!

This is too big a hand; Chaldea can't handle it right now!

Chaldea's current enemy has a hand full of bombs; there are no useless cards, just a whole set of bombs, and only bigger and more powerful ones.

"Right now, we're only the First Emperor, and we don't know about the Imaginary Tree, so we haven't cultivated the Imaginary Trees in the Nine Provinces Lostbelt. Recently, the gates to different worlds have been opening continuously, and the Qin army that went to various worlds has brought back all sorts of strange things..."

Sherlock Holmes was speechless. Now, the Qin Dynasty no longer needed to master imaginary number navigation. They could go to other worlds to develop technology and resources, and they were even absorbing immigrants from various worlds.

Could it be that the review video provided the First Emperor with a completely new perspective?

Did this make the ancient emperor realize that his current methods of governance were no longer suitable for the current situation?

This slow-progressing method of governance can continue when there are no powerful external enemies.

Now, there is strong external pressure forcing the First Emperor to make a change in his ruling style, whether to continue to maintain the slowly developing Eternal Paradise and wait to be killed by other Lostbelt Kings or alien enemies.

It's better to start making changes now, do everything in our power to develop our technology and civilization, and seize every second to increase our strength.

Leonardo da Vinci felt so tired. It was a brilliant rebellion, but now Chaldea is his prisoner!

What should be done to make the First Emperor more aware of Chaldea's power and force him to take Chaldea seriously?

Even Xiang Yu, Kuaiji Zero, Akuta no Hina, and Lanling Wang are no match for him now. There are countless heroes still sleeping in Lishan. And there are also some super-large robots newly manufactured by the Qin Dynasty.

She still doesn't know what the First Emperor is thinking. Does he want to cooperate with Chaldea temporarily, or will he use Chaldea and then kill everyone?

Fantasy Carnival Timeline.

"No, no enraged, no more meteorites being thrown down...? Or did Spartacus's actions change the First Emperor's mind, leading him to choose a different approach? Or did he realize that Spartacus and Jing Ke were not the kind of evil Confucian scholars he was?"

Rin Tohsaka stared at the screen in surprise, thinking that the First Emperor would launch another super meteorite. By the time it reached the ground from near-Earth orbit, the villagers and Chaldea would still not have a chance to leave.

"I see. So this is the rebellion of the Spartacus Heroic Spirit. Indeed, it is a powerful threat to the rulers."

However, Artoria was not optimistic. The First Emperor was not serious, nor did he take Chaldea seriously. This was just a punishment, yet another test.

Since Chaldea was able to withstand the First Emperor's punishment this time.

As a ruler, the First Emperor would not be so petty as to care about such things. A ruler who would distribute elixirs to the people would not be so stingy.

Even as the true enemy of the Qin Dynasty.

Artoria sensed that after a long period of peace, the First Emperor's murderous aura had faded considerably.

Or is it describing the demeanor of a king who has conquered the world?

If she were to think from the First Emperor's perspective, she would definitely send an even stronger force to annihilate the enemy who wanted to destroy her country.

His own sister, Morgan le Fay, would certainly not have been so merciful; she would have used every means to eliminate any enemy that threatened Britain.

Fortunately, the First Emperor was a mechanical being, without any ahoge (cowlick), so he wouldn't enter a dark mode.

Even with Chaldea's current power, they couldn't defeat Artoria in her dark form, with her infinite magical power.

"That's amazing... Spartacus, as expected of a Berserker!!! The Berserker class is indeed the strongest class of Heroic Spirits!!!"

Ilya, hands on her hips, declared that Spartacus was indeed worthy of being a Berserker, though still not as powerful as her own.

It's just a super meteorite!

She believed Hercules could easily retaliate with a single slap! Don't underestimate the Greek hero.

"..." Hercules stared at Spartacus, panting heavily, seemingly eager to fight this man who had taken rebellion to the extreme.

I'm a little envious. Both Spartacus and Tamamo Cat are Berserkers, and they can communicate normally with their Master.

He also wanted to communicate with Ilya, rather than just having Ilya understand his eyes and expressions.

Artoria never expected that her unfilial son Mordred would show such an expression.

While she was in Britain, she had never seen Mordred develop this special camaraderie with her allies and teammates.

He couldn't help but feel a little proud. Although he was an unfilial son, a rebellious knight, and even took pride in his rebellion, he was indeed his own son.