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Chapter 46 The Cross-Dressing Master is Not to Be Messed With

Outside the World Tree Castle, in the dense forest.

"Trap of Argalia (Touch and fall)!"

With a crisp shout, a "cute girl" wearing a white cloak and black tights, with pink braids, charged at high speed, raised her silver-white lance, and struck Spartacus's right leg.

"The Suppressor!"

With astonishing regenerative abilities, tireless and painless, the Roman gladiators instinctively raised their short swords and retaliated without mercy.

"boom!"

Suddenly, his footing gave way, causing the unsuspecting Spartacus to fall to the ground with a hard thud.

The gladiator looked down in surprise and saw that his right leg had completely disappeared below the knee. Although he could feel its presence, he could not control it.

It seems that it has transformed into an untouchable spirit.

"As long as you touch this gun, your feet will be forcibly transformed into spirit form. Hey, pretty amazing, right?"

The pink-clad "cute girl" proudly hoisted her silver-white lance, tilted her chin up, and blinked her bright purple eyes, showing off to her opponent with a rather smug air.

The "Touch and Fall" gun has extremely low lethality, but it possesses immense coercive power, capable of "making giants fall."

The moment an opponent touches the tip of the spear, they will fall down, which means that the person who touches it will be forcibly turned into a spirit.

Of course, this is only temporary.

This item was originally the golden spear wielded by Algaria, a knight of the Kingdom of Kata, with a golden spearhead inscribed with magic that would defeat any opponent it encountered.

Initially, with the help of this almost cheat-like magical lance, Algaria won every horse race, defeating all knights of his caliber, including Astolfo.

At that time, Algaria was complacent after his winning streak and had excessive faith in the power of the gun. Therefore, he made a bold statement to anyone who challenged him: whoever could defeat him would marry his sister, Princess Angelica, to the victor.

This was a stunningly beautiful woman who later drove the paladin Roland mad with desire.

As a result, challengers flocked to Algaria, requesting a duel.

However, due to his over-reliance on this item, Algaria neglected his own power.

Finally, in one of the horse battles, a knight...

After falling from the top, he did not surrender, but bravely chose to draw his sword and meet the attack head-on.

Algaria was forced to fight back with his sword in a flustered manner, but his swordsmanship was mediocre, and his courage vanished as his weapon failed.

Finally, the defeated Algaria naturally fled in disarray.

Princess Angelica disappeared after realizing her brother's precarious situation, and the challenge and vow were left unfulfilled.

Coincidentally, when the royal contest descended into chaos, Astolfo, whose spear had broken in the previous contest, stole Algaria's spear without informing her, exclaiming, "Ah, there's a spear over there!"

Of course, Astolfo went on to win a series of victories in horse racing.

Interestingly, this optimistic knight was completely unaware of the gun's potential power.

He believed that his consecutive victories in the upcoming competition were the awakening of "the power I had unconsciously sealed away," and thought that his martial arts skills and combat talent had unintentionally achieved a qualitative leap, which made him very happy.

Incidentally, after using this gun in many battles, Astolfo entrusted it to Roland's cousin, the female knight Pradamette (also known as the "Boo-girl" or "Butt Gun").

Even after learning about the potential abilities of this magical spear, Astolfo showed no regret whatsoever, remaining happily absorbed in exploration and adventure.

It was probably this open-minded attitude of his that allowed the twelve warriors of Charlemagne to acquire so many magical items on their journey.

Unfortunately, just like the knight Algaria, no matter how many or how powerful the magical items are, they cannot conceal the essential truth.

Astolfo's own strength is mediocre. In the face of an absolute competitive master, "mediocre" means "weak point".

Spartacus, who did not respond, laughed and leaped high into the air on one foot to close the distance. Without hesitation, he channeled his magic into the short sword in his hand and slashed forward swiftly.

This confusion, this pain, this obstacle are nothing to a gladiator who has faced countless desperate situations!

"laugh!"

The Roman dagger pierced the air with a chilling slicing sound, heading straight for Astolfo, who stood with his hands on his hips.

Oops!

At this moment, Charlemagne's twelve warriors, who were only just realizing what was happening, were filled with panic, and their pupils constricted slightly.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

At the critical moment, two arrows flew like meteors, one knocking away Spartacus's short sword and the other piercing the gladiator's shoulder. The powerful impact carried the tall figure dozens of meters away.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterward, before Spartacus could even get up, the ground beneath his feet shook violently, making him lose his footing. Layers of bulging rocks, as if alive, sealed his limbs, wrapping him up like a dumpling.

"Puff puff!"

In an instant, hundreds of sharp, black iron stakes suddenly shot out from the space, impaling Spartacus, who was unable to move in the stone prison, like a hedgehog. The dripping blood seeped through the cracks in the stone and splattered onto the soil.

ended.

On the distant mountain, the great sage Chiron, whose eyes gleamed with a sinister light, slowly lowered his longbow. He glanced with a hint of apprehension at the cold-blooded man beside him, who sat atop a bronze horse and had created such a terrifying scene with just a casual gesture.

Although he was merely a man of prestige and extraordinary experiences in life, Vlad III, through the continuous retelling of his deeds in this land after his death, has become the ghost of the royal king of Romania, as well as a synonym for terror and death.

In a sense, he is the god of this country.

Generally speaking, there are two types of deities.

Those nurtured by the laws of heaven and passed down through divine blood are the original "gods".

The immortal spirits formed by the legends of the earth's energy and through sacrifices are usually called "earth spirits".

The Chinese system of earth immortals, the Roman Pantheon's imperial privileges, Shintoism in Japan, the Four Immortals of Silla in Korea, Artoria, who transformed into the goddess Rungumiad in Britain, Charlemagne, who was hailed as the universal god of the Franks, and Vlad III, the guardian general of Romania... these are all basically evolutions of the latter.

"Buzz!"

However, just as Chiron was pondering some academic questions, the wounded beast that had been pierced in the distance suddenly raised its head from the hideous thorns, its eyes flashing with excitement and madness.

"good very good!"

Even though he was completely outmatched in the long-awaited battle, the gladiator who had dominated the Roman Colosseum for many years was still filled with excitement, and his smile became even brighter and more unrestrained.

It was as if this torment and abuse was not painful for him, but rather a pleasure.

Inhale—exhale!

With the rise and fall of his chest, two thick, white breaths billowed from his nostrils, and the gladiator in the cage roared like a wounded beast. Welcome to the [Night Raid] group:..4:9.,"3:""6!，1:3";5."

"Suppressor! I've found you, you tyrant who ravages this land!"

Chapter 47 Triumph in the Colosseum 6.6k

He can actually stand up?!

The Black Faction heroes atop the high slope, gazing at that beast-like figure, actually managed to break free from the shackles of earth and stone.

I stood up unsteadily, feeling somewhat incredulous.

"Oh, I hear the wailing of bones, countless souls crying out against your atrocities, you executioner who ravages this land, I will shatter your oppression with my blade!"

Having broken free in full view of everyone, Spartacus pointed his sword at Vlad III, who was surrounded by stars high above, and uttered a passionate denunciation. He then ignited the berserker's unique fighting spirit, gripped his short blade, and strode forward.

The hundreds of iron stakes that pierced his heart, lungs, joints, and meridians, almost turning him into a hedgehog, and the excruciating pain contained within those stakes, could not restrain his actions in the slightest.

On the contrary, the man's face was filled with a hearty smile, as if he were heading not to a brutal battlefield, but to a blissful paradise.

"Whizzing!"

Seeing that the Roman gladiator was striding forward and had closed to within a hundred paces, Chiron, who was responsible for keeping the enemy at bay, didn't have time to think and instinctively drew his bow and fired two arrows at the rapidly approaching Spartacus.

"when!"

"puff!"

Spartacus swung his short sword, instinctively parrying the first arrow, but could not avoid the second one that followed in a flash, and was immediately shot in the left shoulder socket.

Despite the direct hit, Chiron couldn't help but frown, his face slightly frozen.

Because with the second arrow, he aimed for the head...

At that moment, Spartacus, who had been hit by an arrow, merely swayed and then laughed loudly as he accelerated forward again.

Chiron drew his bowstring swiftly, and the arrow shot forth.

However, this time Spartacus decisively used his left arm, which had inexplicably swelled up, to block in front of him, forming a simple shield like a small shield made of flesh and blood, allowing him to stride forward despite the constant barrage of arrows.

"Puff puff!"

Arrows pierced through bones and flesh, striking Spartacus in the chest.

However, having exhausted its strength, the arrow that passed through the arm was greatly weakened and could not effectively stop Spartacus's advance.

Chiron even found that the more times he hit Spartacus, the more his left arm, which was blocking his way, became distorted, and the harder it was to penetrate.

If this continues, this battle will no longer be about capturing, but about annihilation.

For a moment, Chiron frowned, somewhat perplexed.

"Again! Again! What a delightful and joyful battle it is for the weak to fight back against the powerful! Hahahaha!"

At this moment, Spartacus grinned, seemingly tireless and painless, with an enjoyment and excitement that was hard for ordinary people to understand, and relentlessly continued his charge toward his goal.

According to historical records, the massive Spartacus slave revolt ended in 72 BC under the encirclement of the Roman army.

At that time, Spartacus's army was assembled on the Italian peninsula of Brutia, intending to cross the Strait of Messina in Cyric pirate ships. However, the pirates broke their promise and did not provide ships. The Roman Senate then transferred Pompey's and Lucullus's troops from Spain and Thrace to reinforce Crassus.

Thus, under the siege of the Roman army, 6 rebels died in battle, and Spartacus also died a heroic death.

In this battle, Spartacus fought with increasing ferocity, battling to the very last moment, and countless Roman soldiers died at his hands.

Whenever the Roman soldiers thought that the heavily wounded Spartacus was dead, he would always rise again with incredible vitality and willpower, and retaliate against the careless Roman soldiers. In the end, the terrified Roman soldiers did not confirm his death until they chopped his body into a pile of minced meat.

Based on this legend, Spartacus could convert a portion of the damage he received from enemies into magic, storing it within his body to continuously enhance his combat and recovery abilities.

Therefore, the more severe the attack, the higher his fighting spirit becomes, until he unleashes all his hidden power.

"Endure all the pain the enemy can inflict, and thus surpass it, thereby completely surpassing the enemy and achieving victory"—this was Spartacus's winning tactic.

This is the glory of being abused!

Gradually, the Roman gladiator withstood the pressure and stabilized his body. He raised his hand and cut off the rows of arrow shafts stuck in his left arm. His undulating muscles squeezed out the blood-stained arrowheads, and he strode forward.

Seventy steps!

Approaching effective casting range.

Caster Avisbro, whose face was masked and whose body was completely covered by armor, saw that the situation was deadlocked, raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and chanted softly.

"The connection of the five elements grants life to the earth and its weapons!"

Instantly, accompanied by a rumbling and trembling of the ground, several earthen golems leaped out from the Kabbalah magic circle that had formed on the ground and pounced on Spartacus.

The gladiators on the field swung their Roman short swords forward, the powerful impact causing the surrounding air to rapidly compress and collapse, forming visible cracks.

puff puff!

Instantly, the two charging golems were brutally cleaved in two.

Spartacus fought with increasing ferocity, shattering earth and rocks with a single punch and easily hurling a three-meter-tall golem dozens of meters into the air.

In an instant, the dozens of golems summoned by Avisbro turned back into puddles of lifeless mud and returned to the earth.

Compared to the short sword in their hands, a powerful physique is the gladiator's most trusted weapon.

After all, in the arena, gladiators are often required to be empty-handed.

They fought hand-to-hand.

Fifty steps!

almost.

After overcoming the immediate obstacle, Spartacus successfully broke through again and was now able to clearly look at the oppressors above.

However, just as the gladiator was preparing to charge up the platform and deliver a heavy blow to his oppressors, he suddenly felt a strong binding sensation in his lower body.

Unable to break free for a moment, Spartacus instinctively looked down and saw several summoned earth golems that were actually using the mud to move stealthily and unexpectedly floated up to hold him tightly.

"Stone Giant, use brute force!"

Immediately afterwards, the masked magician snapped his fingers while chanting.

Instantly, the earthen golems that were tightly binding the target began to glow and expand from within.