Berserker, the Berserker's fighting style is known to everyone who has seen it once, and it is about a ferocity, more reckless than Joan of Arc leading troops.

Even if it's a jade algae cat with a low degree of madness, it's not okay to fight recklessly, tearing it by hand at every turn, tearing it by hand, tearing it by hand, and biting it in a hurry.

Naturally, these two were no exception, and as soon as they received the order, they rushed out with a scream.

Before the person arrived, he first overwhelmed the opponent with his voice.

Joan of Arc, who was leading the charge, didn't know what was happening and immediately gave the order.

"The whole army is scattered! Never come into contact with them! ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Konoe instinctively agreed, "But Your Majesty, you—"

"I'm fine." Joan of Arc shook her head, "I thought something like this might happen. Please, Marda, Spartacus! ”

With Joan of Arc's call, the midday sun overhead was suddenly obscured.

A huge shadow casts on the ground, engulfing a piece of ground in front of Joan of Arc and gradually getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, there was a "boom", and the earth was really swallowed up.

Tarask, the son of Leviathan and a carapace-hardened dragon, descended from the sky, smashing the ground and bringing with Joan of Arc the reinforcements he needed.

Marda leapt off Tarask's back and charged straight for Caligula, her ribbon-tied fist and Caligula's palm colliding together with a thunderous sound.

The eyes of the former Roman emperor who were repelled by a punch were red: "Get out...... Open...... Buddhist nun...... Lu ......"

"I'm sorry, Nero doesn't have time for you. Moreover, you were the one who proclaimed yourself a god and wanted to erect a statue in Jerusalem. Lord, forgive my sins and close your eyes a little. ”

Marda's eyes closed instantly, and then opened the next.

At this moment, her whole person's momentum changed, and she became aggressive, no, it was the ferocity above that.

As soon as she tore off the crown that symbolized the saint, she lifted the spiritual robe on her body and transformed it into a Chaldean work uniform, and the green tendons could be seen on her clenched fists.

"I'm not a saint now, just a woman who is angry at your actions. Come, tyrant Caligula, let's settle the reckoning with what we left behind. ”

Passed down by Jacob himself, he once defeated the magic technique of destroying the angel and completely liberated, and the power of this punch is not inferior to the real name of the treasure liberation.

As Marda was in full swing, the other rider on the dragon's back also moved.

If Marda strikes his opponent with divine techniques, then this one crushes his opponent with sheer strength.

That man is a lump of muscles!

No matter how you think about it, it can only be compared to this. Although he is a big man with a height of more than two meters, everyone who sees him will first be blinded by his extra-sized muscles. Then looking up to estimate his height makes it even more desperate.

The countless scars carved into the blue and white muscles made it easy to imagine that he was the one who had accumulated terrifying cultivation and peace achievements.

But none of those wounds reached any deeper. That's right, his muscles have reached this overwhelming point that doesn't require armor, it's simply super muscular.

This man was none other than Spartacus. A Roman sword fighter born as a slave, he escaped with seventy-eight of his companions one day, and defeated the Roman pursuers many times along the way, and finally was betrayed by the pirates.

He is a warrior born to protect the weak, to resist oppression, to rebel, to hate all oppressors, and to ignite the fighting spirit of all the strong.

Although Nero was also the Roman Emperor, she was now in a weak position and was oppressed, so Spartacus became her guest commander to defend her against the attacks of the United Empire.

What's more, there are so many oppressors and so many kings in the United Empire, he must be defeated.

"Come, Suppressor. The time has come when arrogance will collapse and the dignity of the strong will be kicked away! ”

He laughed maniacally and lunged at Eric, his brown bear-like body furious like a boar.

Yes, berserk.

Spartacus's job placement is also Berserker. This time there seem to be an exceptionally large number of berserkers in the world, and none of them are forcibly berserk, so I can only say Joan of Arc, you are really a tragedy.

Spartacus is so menacing, but Eric is not afraid of it.

The Vikings are a nation of bravery, not to mention that he is the king of the Vikings, and the title of "blood axe", which shows how much killing he has experienced in his life - the so-called blood axe is a giant axe stained red by countless blood.

A few seconds later, the two ferocious berserkers collided head-on.

Short sword against great axe, fist against shield, there is no skill to speak of, there is only pure violence! Violent! Violent!

Its momentum is so great that it is like a contest between a storm and a towering tree, engulfing everything around it.

"The whole army immediately retreats!" Seeing this, Joan of Arc ordered again, "This is no longer a battle that you can meddle in, this is a battlefield for the Servants!" ”

"Yes!" Following Joan of Arc through many battles, the soldiers had become accustomed to obedience.

Their commander-in-chief never made a mistake, let them withdraw, and they withdrew, and withdrew, running faster than the soldiers on the opposite side.

Meanwhile, Joan of Arc continues on her own.

Nero, Rikka, and Matthew, who were in the rear, didn't need to worry about themselves, and Roman in Chaldea would naturally make arrangements.

His goal was to defeat the enemy commander, to rule the emperor of Gaul, and to open the way to the enemy's hinterland, where his companions were fighting alone.

Through the battlefield of the Servants, which no mortal can reach, Joan of Arc came to the city of Gaul.

"Are you the commander of the enemy army, the puppet emperor who occupied Gaul?"

"Puppet Emperor, is it?" The fat commander smiled hehehe, looking very kind, "It's not impossible for you to say that, after all, I didn't become an emperor during my lifetime." But if you want to say that I am a puppet emperor, you must first have a real emperor to testify, can you? ”

"I-"

As soon as Joan of Arc spoke, the fat commander suddenly said again.

"—I'll talk about it when I've thought about it. Maybe you look like the real emperor, but the trick of deceiving the soldiers doesn't work for me, and you should know it yourself. Servant who doesn't know his real name, do you really have to face me in such a disguise? ”

"This ...... It's rude. ”

Joan of Arc hesitated slightly, threw away the Rose Flag, and revealed the spirit garment and the Holy Iris Banner that truly belonged to her.

That heroic posture, even the fat commander who was the enemy couldn't help but admire.

"Good. Although that armor is also very good, it is really this outfit that is more worthy of your beauty. ”