Spartacus the Red Berserker was laughing, smiling like a child.

Note that this is not a sick sentence, but a matter of fact. Spartacus's smile was simple, with joy from the heart out, without any of the complications that an adult should have, and there was nothing wrong with saying that he smiled like a child—even though the child weighed hundreds of pounds, and even though the child's laughter didn't sound so good.

"Hahahaha!"

In bursts of maniacal laughter, gladiators shook the sky and the earth like muscular aggregates.

The sky was undoubtedly filled with laughter, but the earth was shattered by footsteps of great power—perhaps influenced by the legend that Spartacus had two huge lead balls strapped to his feet when he was summoned. With each step, the shot put was picked up by his powerful calves and hit the ground again.

Although the built-in tremor and sound effects make him more oppressive, it also makes every appearance of him earth-shattering, and no matter what, he can't hide it. Of course, the man bent on bringing down the oppressor never wanted to hide.

His whole life is to recognize the suppressor, as he is at the moment, and then rush forward, either knocking the suppressor out or being knocked down.

Charge, charge, charge!

The ones who got in the way were crushed by their feet, slashed by swords, smashed with fists, and even swept away by dragged lead balls. Whether it's the enemy's dragontooth soldiers, or your own puppets and androids, as long as they stand in the way, they will all be crushed.

He relied on the instinct of a rebel, an indomitable to advance towards the one who stood at the pinnacle of power. It was this unconscious desire that drew him into the fiercest battles on the battlefield.

Smelled, heard, saw, felt.

That's the one who has to be defeated, it's the supreme power, and it's for this reason that he endures humiliation and obtains a little magic to survive.

But just when he wanted to rush to the target, he wanted to use his sword, with his fists, with his feet, with his head, with his teeth...... When you use everything you have to smash that figure.

A huge, irreversible magical force that contained absolute coercion bound his body and interfered with his movements—the power of the mantra against the Servant's absolute command. Under the influence of this coercive force, even the indomitable gladiator Spartacus was difficult to resist.

The spell didn't suppress Spartacus's desire to fight, it only limited the target, and did not allow it to attack Black's followers - it wasn't that Avisbrom didn't want to limit the target further, but Spartacus's spirit was too abnormal, and this was the limit of what a spell could do.

Under the confinement of the Command, Spartacus had to abandon his primary, most wanted target, bestowing him the humiliating Black Berserker Vlad III, and instead tilted his anger and uncontrollable madness towards the Red Lancer Karna, who was fighting Vlad III with a gun.

"For all the oppressors, send all to death!"

Karna had been prepared, after all, Spartacus's presence was too strong, so strong that he didn't need to look at it, he knew what he was doing and what he would do.

The "Uncrowned Martial Arts" was naturally unleashed, and Karna flashed to the side with a flurry step, a rare smile on his indifferent face.

"I see, I apologize for my misunderstanding of your betrayal, Spartacus. You're not a betrayal, you're just picking up the duty of a rebel, and that's the whole point of your existence!"

Hearing this, Spartacus laughed louder and more happily. He ran and continued like a human bomb, but no one dared to ignore the power contained in this bomb.

Karna couldn't, Vlad III couldn't, and neither could Semiramis sitting in the sky.

"How dare you come, you rabid dog!"

The Assyrian empress's slender eyes overflowed with astonishing murderous intent, and the magic that had been stopped by Shirou finally got a chance to be released, and the four techniques that only existed in the gods centered on the tip of the sky garden, and the top, bottom, left and right were separated, radiating great magic-level attacks one after another.

The first wave is still a magic cannon, but this time it's not a range hit, it's a precise burst shot.

Four finger-thick bundles of magic shot out from the four corners of the diamond-shaped technique, aiming at Spartacus's limbs.

The defenseless Spartacus was pierced by the magic cannon without any suspense, and the whole person fell to the ground, panting for breath.

Seeing this scene, Semiramis nodded with satisfaction: "This rabid dog will be dealt with by me, and you will concentrate on dealing with Flender III." ”

The latter sentence was sent by amplification magic and reached Karna's ears, causing Vlad III to stop and look up at the courtyard again.

"Understood. ”

In the next second, the "Immortal Blade" turned into a golden streamer and hit Vlad III.

Vlad III snorted coldly, and the magic as deep as night swept across the battlefield, and hundreds of black rafters rose from the ground, forming a black torrent and a golden streamer head-on.

"So, what should we do with you?"

In the middle of the courtyard, Semiramis held his chin in his hand and looked playfully at Spartacus, who was breathing heavily.

"I think it's better for you not to be careless, shake M, no, Spartacus this guy is not that easy to deal with, be careful of capsizing in the gutter. ”

Before Shirou's voice of reminder fell, he saw that Spartacus's pierced wound quickly stopped bleeding, and the color of the wound became darker and darker, and finally it turned into a disgusting color like a ripe persimmon.

In this strange change, the indomitable gladiator regained his strength, rose from the ground, and threw his short sword in his hand.

"Hahahaha! And you, and you, you are also the oppressor at the top of power, and you are the one I must defeat. ”

"Look—"

Shirou spread his hands helplessly, and Shakespeare, who ran to his side at some point, shrugged his shoulders and chanted loudly.

Listen, the indomitable heroism, and the indomitable voice from the heart. ”

"Shut up!"

The Assyrian Empress glared at the two crooked fellows in exasperation, and the magic cannon that had died down fired again.

Spartacus, who had already suffered a loss, was still defenseless, allowing the purple magic cluster to rage on his body, and continued to roar at the sky.

"Not enough! not enough, ahhh

In the face of this provocation, Semiramis finally became truly angry, and the other three techniques began to exert their power.

Among them, there is the suppression magic that changes gravity and applies heavy pressure to the range;

There is a control magic that extends chains from space and performs precise restraints on enemies;

There is also the smell of sulfur and the rain of lava that keeps falling;

The demigod who had suppressed an era finally showed her terrible as a top-level servant.

Terrifying!