Vlad III was not afraid, his will was still iron and unshakable, yet his body reacted faster than his will in the face of such a heterogeneous threat.

Of course, after one step, Vlad III immediately reacted and controlled his body's instincts. But it still made him feel humiliated, incomparably humiliated.

I, the supreme power of Romania, Vlad III, the little dragon duke, actually retreated in the face of a mere rebel, a monster who was even inhumane?

The shame is followed by great anger, both against the enemy and even more so against oneself.

This shame can only be washed with blood, repaid with the life of Spartacus!

Enraged, Vlad III forgot that the unknown brought more fear than known threats, and that his ability to repel the Turkish invasion was also related to the fact that he was too violent and earned the name "Devil".

In 1462, the Ottoman Turks invaded Romania with an army of 150,000 men, but Vlad III's Wallachian army was only 10,000. However, he exhausted the Ottoman Turks with outright guerrilla warfare and scorched-earth tactics, while leaving the capital vacant after the population had taken refuge.

The Ottoman Turks were led by Mehmed II, known as the "Conqueror" who had captured the triple wall of Constantinople. He has always been known for his bravery, but when he arrived in the capital Bucharest, his face suddenly changed.

Numerous piles were erected around the walled city, pierced by their companions, their comrades, their captains—20,000 Turkish soldiers. The moment he saw this scene, the hatred of the slain companion suddenly vanished

It's terrible - their minds are full of only such things, and they have a strong fear of the person who performs the action. The acts of plunder, ravage, and massacre they have so far committed are nothing but the result of the acceleration of desire. However, the one in front of me is different, and this idea is really terrifying.

That's simply not treating people as human beings. As a result, Mehmed II had to withdraw his troops. At that time, Mehmed II used to say:

"I'm not afraid of any kind of person. However, demons are a different story. ”

The rafters that covered the battlefield in front of me are sublimated from this anecdote. And this anecdote is also constantly spreading, fermenting, and discrediting interpretation, establishing a notorious vampire "Count Dracula" completely different from the hero Vlad III.

Now, Vlad III has also tasted the taste of Mohammed II, albeit only a small amount.

Kill you!

Kill you!

Kill you!

His eyes were full of frenzied killing intent, and the reason that had always had the upper hand was gradually fading. Either way, he's a berserker, and the biggest characteristic of this position is his madness. Previously, the hero's flank always had the upper hand, but now, under the stimulus of another berserker, the characteristics of this job are finally revealed.

Just as Vlad III was about to kill the rebel regardless of the all-out stakes, consuming all the rafters, countless pillars of light suddenly poured down from the sky.

"What......!?"

Those seven-colored pillars of light, which would even make people feel beautiful on the battlefield, were not targeted at Vlad III.

"Oooo

I've heard countless howls of anguish and joy.

Red Berserker immediately began to heal the severed flesh as a result of the damage. However, even the rebellious hero Spartacus is probably almost at the limit.

No, in fact he has long exceeded his limits. Endure without stopping, endure without stopping, endure all the pain and pain, and then just release it—

In an instant, Joan of Arc immediately understood the intentions of Red, who was shooting a pillar of light from the sky, and Spartacus's own goal.

With a deafening roar, he targeted the Suppressor and his men.

That means - "Are you going to destroy everything on this battlefield......!!"

Although the Red side is no exception, they are all in the Floating Fortress now, and it is not impossible to move to areas beyond the reach of Spartacus.

As for the dragon tooth soldiers or something, they are just miscellaneous soldiers to them, so naturally they don't care about the lives of these artificial creatures.

And Karna's next move proved this, as the son of the sun opened all the armor leaves of the golden armor and spewed out a highly concentrated flame of the sun and rose into the air.

"Wait, Red Lancer!"

"The summoning order of the Master, there will be a period later, the Ruler and the Black Berserker. ”

Karna ignored Joan of Arc's cries, calmly leaving a farewell message. Then, the maximum output of the sun's flame pushed his body up rapidly, like a golden rocket.

Joan of Arc subconsciously clenched her fists and quickly let go, and Red retreated, and Black was in trouble.

I'm afraid for them, this is also an unexpected situation. Who would have predicted that the "Roar of the Defective Beast" would be such a terrible treasure?

The huge amount of magic power he had accumulated, and the body that had deteriorated in the process of accumulation, had probably long since broken away from the shackles of the contract. Even a Heroic Spirit with A-rank magical power can only withstand a spell with a single stroke, and I'm afraid it won't be able to restrain him.

Because the spell is a top-to-bottom bondage. No matter how low-level an existence is, as long as he is the master, he is an existence above the servant.

For Spartacus, who is a rebellious hero, even under normal conditions, two spells must be consumed to make him obey orders. As for the current situation, I'm afraid that even if you consume the Three Stroke Spell, you won't be able to do it.

In other words, the red berserker will never stop. Assuming he unleashes the next blow with all his might, then the range of damage will probably affect the entire area of this battlefield. Not only that, but even the city of Mirenia, which is located between the city and the battlefield, is not immune.

So, what to do—Joan of Arc, who was in distress, suddenly turned pale, looking in the direction she had come from, a little panicked and a little stunned.

Although the subject cannot be visually captured, it is possible to perceive two of its unique Servant magic.

That's, that's-

There are petite "war otome girls" armed with riding spears, riding hippogriffs, galloping through the sky.

The assassin with long dark blue hair and dark blue eyes stepped on his feather shoes, slid close to the ground, and swept in.

PS: Ah, cute student, I'm here, teacher, and you miss me?