Late at night, the city of Shallow Creek was quiet. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because of the damage caused by the berserker the day before, the inhabitants of the city were so panicked that they naturally did not walk at night. Human beings are always subconsciously looking for the place where they can feel the most comfortable, not the safest place. For example, for children, the place where they can feel the most reassuring is the bed, and it is clear that the thing has no defense.

Although after watching the news, everyone knew that the seemingly sturdy outer wall of their home could not stop the attack of the mysterious terrorists, but they were still willing to huddle at home and tremble, sincerely praying to their faith that they would not be affected and would not be selected as the next target, and at the same time secretly simulated in their hearts that if the disaster really came, their escape route and so on.

Under the quiet night sky, only the lonely lights are dimming their brilliance. In the midst of the orange and yellow, a tall man in golden armor and a red scarf swaggered with a spear and shield.

No matter how you look at this equipment, it is a complete "suspicious person", however, the plainclothes police officers wandering the streets are familiar with it, as if it is normal to carry controlled weapons on the streets.

Next to the strong man was a young man of obvious British descent, with a gentle smile and sea-blue eyes, although some traces of thinness could be seen, but the overall spirit was quite good.

Albert and Leonidas walked down the street, and the magician used his magic to trick the police officers he met. Of course, the electronic camera can't help it, and Abner can only choose to take the winding path as much as possible.

The entire street is filled with rich magical particles.

Yes, the particles of magic.

Obviously, someone spreads their magic, as if to declare, "I'm here, I'm here to challenge" or something like that.

Even Leonidas, who was not skilled in magic, clearly felt this sense of incongruity.

"Looks like there's a fight going on, Abner. ”

Leonidas's eyes narrowed, and through the helmet, Albert noticed that he had a small scar on his left eye, splitting the skin along his eyelid.

"Ah, do you want to fight?"

"Of course! the Spartans had no choice but to turn their backs on the enemy!"

Leonidas's confident voice echoed through the streets, and the sound was repeated in the alleys, roaring to the point of shock.

"Well, be sure to win—I'm sorry, but I have something else to do this time, something that must be done now. ”

"Ah, that's okay. I don't need magic to fight! Whether it's Saber, Rider, or Berserker, I'll actually annihilate them. ”

"Well, please. ”

Albernar bowed slightly to the trusty warrior beside him and sent his blessing. The heroic spirit in front of him has already proven his strength in the battle with the rider, which is enough to entrust him with trust.

Looking at the figure of Abner decisively leaving, the corners of Leonida's mouth hooked up a little smile: Being trusted so much, you can't live up to his trust.

At this moment, Leonidas suddenly felt a little in a trance, although the scene was completely different, but ...... He did think of the eyes of the inhabitants who had seen the king go on his expedition before the hot springs.

That look that contains trust and peace of mind.

Even with only 300 men, they believed that their king would bring victory to them.

That time was a crushing defeat for Sparta, and no amount of praise or disparity between friend and foe could change the fact that Leonidas had disappointed his subjects.

"This time...... I won't be disappointed in that expectation. ”

Firm in his convictions, he rushed to the source where the magic was happening.

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The source of the magic is in a park.

It has quite lush vegetation, a man-dug lake, and a variety of tables and chairs for resting.

This is the park where the rider is called out. For him, this is a place of "last stand" in military terms.

For the reasons mentioned earlier, there is no one here.

In the vast park, only the Crimson Heroic Spirit is here ready to face his enemies.

Wrapped in ominous crimson magic, it radiated in all directions like a storm, and there was no doubt that the unpleasant flow of magic from before was transmitted by him.

Rider, Lu Fengxian, is known as the man of the first fierce general of the Three Kingdoms, the strongest cavalry.

This time, again, against the strongest infantry, the military king of Sparta.

“…… Tsk, I thought you were dead. ”

Lu Bu sneered, making fun of the heroic spirit opposite.

Being pierced through the heart is not dead, this unfolding can only be said to be ......

Excited.

Yes, excited.

Those who are eager to fight strong enemies, the blood of fierce generals is boiling.

"I'm dead, I'm dead, it's just ...... It's just crawling back from hell. ”

Leonidas also laughed and joked back.

That's right, heroic spirits all made great feats during their lifetime, and after death, they entered Valhalla and ascended to the existence of heroic spirits. Of course it was long dead.

Lu Bu obviously understood the meaning of his words, and showed a subtle smile, this joke was too cold, even if he understood the meaning, he couldn't laugh.

"It seems that you are the only one who has come tonight, king of Sparta. ”

Lu Bu was dissatisfied, because he was stimulated by Mina, his self-esteem was hurt, and he needed a big war to vent. Naturally, the more enemies the merrier. But until now, Leonidas was the only one who reacted.

"Nope. That's a lot of them. You just don't see it. ”

Leonidas' haughty response.

Lu Bu thought he was saying that he could resist thousands of troops alone, and ignored his boasting.

However......

Leonidas wasn't that kind of person.

Since he said so, he must have a point.

The reason is that his combat statistics have improved.

Obviously he was not injured, but his combat effectiveness improved......

[Death Experience] is a skill that can only be activated when facing [Dilemma] [Desperate]. Therefore...... In this park, where it seems that there are only two heroic spirits facing each other, there is quite a danger lurking.

At least, the Assassin certainly is.

Lancer is in a predicament where he may be attacked at any time and may be surrounded at any time, so this skill is activated to strengthen his strength.

However, there is no need to tell your opponent about your hole cards. Seeing that he misunderstood, Leonidas did not explain.

"Isn't that the right thing? You're the type who prefers one-on-one to Smash Bros., right? The last battle hasn't been decided yet, so if you don't fight one by one, who is the strongest fighter?"

With a bloody smile, Leonidas hung down, his broad shield in front of him, his right hand dragging his spear on it, and his helmet casually tossed aside.

"Hah! That's fine! Just let me see!"

Lu Bu turned the halberd, and the red rabbit horse knew his mind, and took a few steps back to open the distance.

It was a fair fight, and the two of them distanced themselves as if they were a western cowboy duel, as if they were ordinary matches, confirming each other's readiness.

"Let's go to war!" X2