Vlad III was no less than will and conviction, and he did not think of giving up in the face of the overwhelming military power of the Turkish Empire. The so-called Heroic Spirit is such an existence, and it is only when it can laugh at overwhelming disadvantages and hopeless situations that it is qualified to be called a hero, not to mention that it has the upper hand now.

If there are no accidents, the two heroes will continue to fight, and with their strength and resilience, it is not impossible to defeat Tianming all the time.

However, the unexpected happened.

Just as the torrent of rafters collided violently with the flames of the sun, blooming into a magnificent scene like the time of dawn, when light and darkness alternated, an even greater and terrifying magic force approached at an astonishing speed with a shocking laughter.

Compared to the huge body that could be seen clearly from a distance of hundreds of meters and the almost irrepressible heterogeneous magic, Joan of Arc's petite body and servant aura running in front were not worth mentioning at all.

"You're back?"

Hearing this highly recognizable laughter, the two heroes who used guns as weapons invariably had the same idea, and the movements in their hands couldn't help but slow down a little.

The difference is that Vlad III, after a momentary distraction, turned on a happy face, and the offensive became more violent.

Karna's face sank, and for the first time since the start of the war, he gave up the tactic of closing the distance, and took the initiative to retreat, turning from offensive to defensive.

Both of them are well aware that Spartacus is no longer a servant of the red side, and although he still bears the name of the red berserker, he belongs to the black side. Although he seems to be unstable at all, and he will not cooperate with Vlad III, as long as he does not attack Vlad III, even if he concentrates on sabotage, it is enough to cause great trouble for Karna. Not to mention the abnormal posture of Spartacus's five eyes and eight arms at this time, as well as the exaggerated magic contained in his body that has long exceeded the boundaries of servants.

With the addition of this heavyweight weight, no matter how strong Karna's will is, it will not be impossible to make up for this huge difference in strength.

Just as Karna was hesitating whether to retreat or shift the battlefield, the anomaly resumed.

The approaching Spartacus had eight arms in unison, two of which were stout and relatively short to the distance of Joan of Arc, and the other five were through the Flame of the Sun and the rafters to attack Karna and Vlad III, respectively.

It seems that he is planning to fight the three top servants by himself.

"What are you doing, Spartacus! your enemy is there!" Vlad III, whose attack was interrupted, was furious.

However, at this time, Spartacus could not listen to Vlad III's words at all, and laughed wildly while driving the whip arm to attack.

"Hahahahaha

Vlad III, who had lost the rafter barrier, raised his spear and gritted his teeth to block the blow that swept through the army.

Two forces that have also reached an exceptional level of interplay (clam) convex and oscillate in the atmosphere with ripples visible to the naked eye.

"Are you completely insane? Even the effect of the spell ......"

"Yes, Spartacus who has become like this is no longer able to restrain him with a commanding charm. With Vlad III and Karna sharing the pressure, Joan of Arc finally got a respite and answered.

"Ruler?" Vlad III glanced at Joan of Arc and flicked his whip arm away with both hands, "You brought the Red Berserker here?"

"Yes. Joan of Arc admitted, "The Red Archer lured the Red Berserker from here to attack me, and I just brought him back - that's my judgment as a Ruler!"

Vlad III had nothing to say about such an answer, but could only snort coldly.

Because Karna, who has the lowest "status" and the least pressure, has a good time:

"What are you going to do with the rebellious gladiators who have completely broken free from their shackles and are going to impose sanctions on all their oppressors? ”

"Death to the rebels!

Vlad III was even more intolerant of rebellion than the invaders. He is going to stab the rebel with a rafter stake just like he did when they first met, and this time he won't deliberately avoid the point, but will actually penetrate the rebel's heart, throat, skull, and spirit core!

Once again, however, reality exceeded Vlad III's expectations.

The rafters did pierce Spartacus's body, dozens of them, and they did hit the vital point, but Spartacus did not die because of this, and his attack did not stop for half a minute.

Unlike Karna, who was able to reduce all external negative interference to a tenth of his golden armor, Spartacus withstood the skewers of the rafters entirely by his flesh. The reason why he did not lose his life was because his body had been repaired and regenerated before he lost his life.

Since the beginning of the war, Spartacus has suffered numerous injuries. Because of the effect of the Noble Phantasm's "Roar of the Defective Beast", all damage is converted into magic and recovery, and now Spartacus has become an unbeatable monster.

"Oooo............oo Oooo

In the midst of voices of pleasure or pain, the rebellious gladiator used brute force to break the rafters that had been drilled out of the ground and pierced into his body, and rushed towards Vlad III with a short film that had already tangled with the newborn flesh and blood before it could be discharged, and rushed towards the oppressor who stood at the top of power.

Vlad III summoned more rafters, but it didn't work, Spartacus's body was so big, and the size of the rafters was fixed, no matter how many were summoned, there were only so many that could pierce into the body, not enough to overwhelm the heterogeneous resilience. Later, the rafters could no longer penetrate Spartacus's body, as his body was littered with shards of rafters, which, together with the musculoskeletal body, formed an extremely hard inner armor.

And the mental oppression caused by the huge number of rafters was of no use to Spartacus, who was already a rebel who was oppressed and rose up to resist. Like a spring, the greater the pressure, the greater the force of the rebound.

Forward, skewered, repaired, kept going, stabbed again, repaired again. Spartacus repeated this process, destroying more rafters in a short period of time than Garna, who had been fighting for a long time.

A little more, a little more, and your own hand will be able to reach the head of the autocracy.

A little more, a little more, and you will be able to achieve the greatest glory and joy.

Spartacus went forward, smiled and moved on.

Looking at such a berserker, Vlad III involuntarily took a step back!

PS: After all, Karna hid, burned, beaten, and Spartacus was all hard to eat.

PS2: Grand Duke - you brought the devil here?