My mother's love song

As Vlad III released his Noble Phantasm, the ground beneath Spartacus' feet bulged.

Countless spiked stakes pierced the Berserker's arms and body, forcibly stopping all his movements.

"I have spent my life fighting against rebels like you. I have slain them all, impaled them, and left them to rot. But..."

Countless wooden stakes, several meters long, pierced through Spartacus's huge body but avoided his spiritual core.

Having lost his feet and been pierced by countless spikes, even Spartacus could not easily rebel.

Phew, Lancer exclaimed with satisfaction.

"After confronting you like this, I finally understand. Your rebellion is the manifestation of a proud soul. No matter what time, you will never sit idly by and watch the strong trample on the weak. You fight to make the strong become weak."

For the first time, I wanted to express my respect for the existence of the rebel.

He changed the subject: "Then, it's a pity for you."

Vlad III snapped his fingers and Avisbronn beside him stepped forward.

"Let me convert your rebellion. Crimson Berserker, from now on we will be your masters."

"..."

The smile on the Berserker's face disappeared.

Spartacus looked at the Black Lancer with a sad and angry expression.

The declaration that Rider forced upon Berserker was "servitude," and to him, this was humiliation and despair beyond death.

After that, Black Lancer lost interest in Spartacus.

Now that he has been recruited, the enemy he is fighting against is no longer the black side but the red side. That is enough.

Just as Vlad III turned around and prepared to leave with satisfaction

"What a boring and despicable act. Is this your pride as a king? The title of the Impaler is overrated."

Lancer frowned at the sound coming from the forest.

Then a blond young man holding a scepter walked in front of them.

Miyamoto Musashi's eyes lit up, and he greeted Rhodes with a smile: "Ah! Caster! Long time no see!"

Rhode responded: "Saber, seeing you still alive and kicking is better than anything else."

Hearing the name Musashi called out, Avisbron's eyes widened under his mask: "...You are Black Caster!?"

"That's right, I'm Caster, the one you all consider a thorn in your side, and I'm also on the black side."

After entering the forest, Rhodes and Joan of Arc split into two groups.

Joan of Arc went to the 2v2 battlefield in the forest, while Rod came to the battlefield in front of the castle.

"King, please hand this man over to me."

After Rod introduced himself, Avisbronn asked Vlad III for instructions.

Please let me and this man compete as magicians.

""

Vlad III glanced at Rider beside him, and read a strong fighting spirit from the eyes that leaked out from his mask, so he nodded slowly.

"Saber, don't make any move. Leave this to Rider."

With approval, Avisbronn took a step toward Rhodes.

"Come on, Black Caster!

If you have any objections to Lancer's actions, if you are a magician recognized by the Holy Grail, then try to crack my secret technique!"

As Rider said this, he turned his head and looked at Spartacus, who was pierced by a wooden stake in mid-air. Now, Berserker's spiritual base was being eroded by Avisbronn's Kabbalah magic, and its nature was gradually changing.

"That's fine. That's what I meant."

Rod raised his cane.

The next moment, the night fog swirled.

Seeing the front end of the cane wrapped with countless small ring-shaped magic formulas, Avisbron's heart skipped a beat:

Is this... the secret art of numbers? Impossible, could it be that the other party is also a Kabbalah magician? ! !

Perhaps there are many magicians in this world who are better than me.

But in Kabbalah alone, no one can win himself.

As the founder of Kabbalah in Europe, Avisbronn has always believed this.

But now, the Holy Grail thinks that this Caster who uses the secret art of numbers is superior to itself!?

"Let me see, Caster! What exactly are you going to do to dispel the spell I cast on Berserker!!!"

Amid Avisbron's enthusiastic shout, Rhodes waved his staff and fired a huge star-colored magic cannon at Spartacus.

Chapter 352: Grand Trickster

Rhodes responded to the challenge from Black Rider Avisbronn without any hesitation.

However, the response was beyond everyone's expectations.

Although Rhodes did respond with magic, it was definitely not the way a magician would do it.

He did not attempt to undo the spell that Avisbronn had cast on Spartacus' body, but instead launched a barrage of powerful magic bullets directly into his body.

The magic bullets thrown by Rhode dyed the night sky with mottled colors.

“OO ...

Under the strong impact like being hit by a cannonball, Spartacus, who was originally impaled on a wooden stake and unable to move, suddenly erupted with a stronger magical reaction after enduring Rod's great magic attack.

The strange light bullets fired by Rhodes blinded everyone's vision and made it difficult for them to make out what was happening. All they could hear was the Berserker's excited roars as he was blown away.

"What are you doing, Caster! Are you planning on killing Berserker?"

The magic bullets that Rhode released at an almost divine speed were truly astonishing. This level of firepower was rare even among magicians of the Age of Gods.

But that was not the result that Black Rider wanted to see.

What Avisbronn wanted was for Rod to use magic to crack his magic, not to see him show off his amazing firepower.

The masked puppeteer shouted at Rhode angrily, "Why are you doing this? Aren't you going to accept my challenge?!"

"Look carefully, Rider."

Rhodes raised his eyebrows and looked towards the place where Spartacus was tortured.

"!?"

Avisbronn took a closer look.

After a round of bombardment by star-colored magic bullets, a huge pit had formed on the plain in front of the city. The aftermath of the magic power even burned the trees more than ten meters away, as if the ground had been washed away by a bunch of missiles.

After facing Caster's firepower that was equivalent to the level of an anti-military treasure, Vlad III's iron stake had already been turned into powder.

The Berserker who was the target was in an even more horrible state. Every part of his body was blown apart. He was literally left with tatters.

Muscle tissue, skin, blood vessels, nerves, and everything else is severely damaged.

If it were an ordinary Servant, he would undoubtedly die on the spot in this situation.

Even an excellent Servant would probably fall into a near-death state.

however

"Are you still alive?!"

Berserker is not dead.

"Hahahahaha! This is love!"

Even with his legs cut off, his body pierced by wooden stakes, and enduring Rhodes' saturation attack, the Berserker was still alive.

Although many powerful Heroic Spirits possess the ability to negate enemy attacks, Berserker is clearly different.

Whether it was Musashi, Vlad III, or Caster, they all caused him real harm.

After being baptized by Rhodes' magic bullet, the Berserker's skin was charred like a corpse, but he was still alive.

Furthermore, Berserker's body

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

Click, snap, click, snap, click.

The sound of flesh and bones squirming could be heard from the charred body of the Berserker lying in the giant pit. Spartacus was expanding and growing every second.

Then, the burnt flesh fell off and new flesh grew back.

The wound is repairing.

But this is more of a surplus of regeneration than restoration.

The damaged part bulges like a tumor.

Not only that, but one could sense an even stronger surge of magic power coming from him than before.

With thick magic wrapped around his body, the rebellious swordsman stood up again.

His new muscles were surging like boiling water, and with each surge, his body would expand by a certain size.

That was Spartacus's Noble Gear, Roar of the Beast.

It is an anti-personnel treasure that can convert part of the damage into magic power and store it to improve one's own abilities, targeting oneself.

A hero who is both a tortured seeker of truth and a desperate destroyer, a treasure that is the result of his life's sublimation.

Meanwhile, the Reversal Hero, Spartacus, has a durability level of EX.

His skill: [The Glory of Being Abused]

The more severe the attack on Spartacus, the higher his fighting spirit grew, until he unleashed all his hidden strength.

Rather, it should be said that he cannot be serious unless he is beaten up.

"To endure all the pain that the enemy can inflict in order to overcome it, and thus to completely overcome the enemy and achieve victory" is Spartacus' winning tactic.

Today, Spartacus is as big as a real mountain.

He was over 10 meters tall, with five new muscular arms growing from his back, three of which had no bones in the joints and looked like tentacles.

The two feet that had been cut off were no longer a problem, as he grew countless short legs like an insect.

Perhaps it is because it cannot support its huge body with just two legs, so it uses this method to share the weight.

The Berserker's head is almost completely sunken into its neck, while objects similar to the upper and lower jaws of a dinosaur protrude from its shoulders.

As Spartacus continues to accept attacks [oppression] and store magic [love], his appearance will become more and more different from that of a human being and he will become an alien monster.

There is a fairly accurate word here to describe Spartacus' current appearance, which is a mountain of corpses.

The meat mountain that often appears in movies, where mad scientists or wizards use countless human bodies to piece together, probably looks like this.

Due to the loss of control of his healing ability, his body deviated from the normal range and eventually gradually turned into an alien appearance.

The monster that had lost its human form was so terrifying, but his expression was extremely calm, and he even had a smile on his face.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Thank you, Magician!!!"

The alien giant not only did not let out a cry of grief, but instead roared in relief: "This pain! This oppression! My unyielding spirit is gushing out like a flood!"

Faced with this overly surprising scene, not only Rider, but even the Black Lancer lost his kingly composure.

"As expected of a Berserker, I didn't expect him to be this crazy. This is far beyond my imagination."

Avisbron glared at Rhode with gritted teeth. "Berserker's power keeps getting stronger. He broke my slave out of magic. Was that what you were aiming for from the beginning?"

Tsk! It's more of a trick than a magic trick.

Having said that, this man could tell the Berserker's mechanism at a glance...

Is it the highest clairvoyance?!

It is the [Mystical Eyes: I Have Read the Script] which is even stronger than the highest clairvoyance.

Rhode smiled and said, "That's it, Rider. You just asked me to remove your magic, but you didn't tell me what method to use."