Vlad III's puppet war horse sprinted selflessly through the army.

He once defended the city with 3,000 troops, and faced an army of 150,000 heretics, he did not feel anything afraid of the attack of the vain courtyard in the sky.

That's because he was the man who made the Ottoman Empire, Mehmed II the Conqueror, fearful of him and a demon, and chose to retreat.

The King of Capital Punishment is undoubtedly the result of his sensational, in fact, treasured rumors that have protected his national security.

Twenty thousand pagan soldiers were pierced from foot to head and erected on the outskirts of the capital of the land at that time, forming a forest of corpses to deter their enemies.

Now, with his will, countless iron stakes have sprung up from the depths of the earth, crisscrossing and reaping the lives of enemy dragontooth soldiers, or shattering, piercing, or imprisoning.

Despite this, this trick did not work for Karna, the son of the sun god, although he was not well-known enough, unlike Vlad III, who was in his own Romanian territory, and his popularity was greatly increased, which in turn increased his combat effectiveness.

The gap between mortals and gods is irreparable, and in Hindu mythology, Karna is a demigod, undoubtedly far more than Vlad III, and is called an out-of-spec heroic spirit.

"—indeed, it's amazing. Thou hast broken a thousand stakes of iron with thy spear, and hast thou burned eight hundred of them with the flames that have been wound around thy body, and thou hast resisted two thousand of them with that golden armour? Red Lancer, you are indeed worthy of the title of hero. With your armor, let alone an iron stake, I'm afraid that even the city hammer will not have any effect. ”

"It's over, take the king." Karna said modestly, and the gentle smile remained on him at all times, making him as unrepulsive as the morning sun.

"However, even if you are an admirable hero, you believe in the existence of false gods, so I can't tolerate it, and I will give you real punishment."

Vlad III shouted loudly, and the horse's head raised high in response to the rhythm: "So far, lancer of the red side!" ”

Karna felt something coming out of his body, it was - the iron stake that had tried to pierce his body countless times, only to be blocked by the golden armor that had turned into armor, but the iron stake did not emerge from the ground, but directly from the inside.

"Is this a concept?"

"That's right, the Punishment King is not a real weapon, it just imitates the concept of a torture instrument, but it is manipulated by my will, I don't know how this is?"

Countless iron stakes spread through Karna's body, trying to destroy everything that sustained his existence as a human being, from the organs, to the muscles, to the nerves, to the skin, and even if a very small part of these delicate beings were destroyed, man could no longer be called a human being, or even a dead man.

"I see, Flame!"

Karna suddenly understood, and he shouted, and flames came out of his body, flames from the sun god, hot enough to melt steel, and in an instant destroy the iron stakes that ran rampant in his body.

He slowly flew up and raised his spear, "O king, if this is your means, I will take your head!" ”

……

In the other corner of the battlefield, it was the battlefield between Achilles and Charon, the duel between students and teachers.

Achilles has always been a man second only to Hercules in Greek mythology, raised by his teacher Charon, and played an impressive role in the Trojan War.

Two sacred horses given by Poseidon, the god of the sea, plus a famous horse that he had captured during the attack on Eetion, three groups of horses pulled the undead chariot of the wind and waves to be invincible on the battlefield, but despite this, he already knew that the teacher was nearby.

What a long-lost meeting, he still has confusion in his heart.

However, in comparison, as a master craftsman, Caron did not care about such things at all, and maintained his characteristics as an archer, constantly hiding in the most unexpected places on the battlefield, attacking Achilles with bows and arrows.

"Teacher, I understand, this is the Holy Grail War, since there is a suitable opportunity for me to compete with the teacher in martial arts, why hesitate?"

In front of Achilles, a figure appeared out of thin air, shot an arrow with a bow, and in a short instant, completed all the movements, and an arrow passed by, even if his body was soaked in the water of the River Styx and had immortality, in the face of a teacher with divinity, such a body was not invincible.

"It's good that you can understand this, in that case, our duel has officially begun."

……

It was a young girl with a bow and arrow, an emerald green hunting suit, with a pair of extremely unusual and curious beast ears, the red archer Atalanta, a hunter who served the sun god and the moon god, and a princess of the Arcadia kingdom, but was abandoned in the mountains and wilderness, and was lucky to grow up.

Her opponent at the moment is Berserker Spartacus, who is also red.

"Hahahaha! Not enough! It's not enough! Spartacus fell into a state of madness, completely irrational, unable to control even the master's three-stroke spell, chasing Atalanta.

Atalanta retaliated with a bow and arrow, and found that her attack did not inflict the slightest injury on Spartacus, but instead made him more and more agitated.

"It's strange, Spartacus is a mortal after all, this is not his native Italy, why hasn't he done much damage?" This is what makes Atalanta puzzling.

"Suppression! Accept my love! "Spartacus strides across the battlefield with his head held high, not in a hurry to catch up with Atalanta, but instead destroys the androids, alchemy golems, and dragontooth soldiers whom he sees as a helper to the oppressor.

Spartacus once again waved his short sword, his beloved weapon that had once been a Thracian sword fighter, killing an android, and paused, the indescribable smile of pleasure on his lips becoming more and more apparent.

"Wait, his body... His body was enormous. Atalanta noticed something unusual, and looked suspicious.

Spartacus's body was much larger than the first time he had seen it, and if he had only been a little tall before, he had now become like a giant in the eyes of men, with a height of three meters.

Not only that, but the muscles grew out uncontrollably, forming strange sarcomas, and even brand new limbs, which were constantly wriggling, making his originally perfect and strong body ugly, like a monster.

"No, isn't there a way to eliminate him?" Atalanta pondered.