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Chapter 468 He Smiles Like a Child

The red berserker Spartacus was laughing like a child.

Note that this is not a sick sentence, but seeking truth from facts.Spartacus's smile is very simple, revealing the joy from the heart from the inside out, without any complexity that an adult should have. It is not a problem to say that he smiles like a child-although, this child has It weighs hundreds of catties, even though the child's laughter doesn't sound that pleasant.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Amid bursts of crazy laughter, the gladiators, like muscle aggregates, kept shaking the sky and the ground.

It is undoubtedly the laughter that shakes the sky, but the footsteps that shake the ground are the powerful footsteps—perhaps influenced by the legends of his life, Spartacus has been tied with two huge scarfs on his feet since he was summoned. shot put.Every time he took a step, the shot put would be lifted up by his powerful calf and landed heavily.

Although the built-in tremors and sound effects make him more oppressive, it also makes every appearance of him shocking, which cannot be concealed no matter what.Of course, the man who wanted to overthrow the oppressor never wanted to hide.

His whole life is just like his posture at this moment, identifying the oppressor, and then rushing forward, either knocking down the oppressor, or being knocked down.

Charge, charge, charge!

Those in the way were crushed by feet, chopped by swords, smashed with fists, and even swept up by dragging shot balls.Whether it's the enemy's Dragon Tooth Soldiers, or our own puppets and artificial humans, as long as they stand in the way, they will all be crushed.

Relying on the instinct of a rebel and an unyielding person, he moves towards the person who stands at the pinnacle of power.It was this unconscious desire that drew him into the fiercest battles on the field.

Smell it, hear it, see it, feel it.

That is the target that must be defeated, that is the highest authority, and it is for this reason that he bears the burden of humiliation and obtains a little magic power to survive in this world.

However, just when he wanted to rush towards the target, he wanted to use his sword, fist, foot, head, teeth... to smash that figure with everything he had.

A huge, irreversible, and absolute coercive magical power bound his body and interfered with his actions—that was the power of the Command Spell for the servant's absolute command.Under the action of this coercive force, even the unyielding gladiator Spartacus can hardly resist.

The command spell did not suppress Spartacus' desire to fight, it only limited the target and did not allow it to attack the servants of the black side - it was not that Avis Bron didn't want to further restrict the target, it was really Spartacus Si's spirit is too abnormal, this is the limit of what a command spell can do.

Under the restriction of the command spell, Spartacus had to give up the first and most wanted target, and bestowed upon him the extremely humiliating black berserker Vlad III, and turned his anger and uncontrollable madness to Leaning towards the red lancer Karna who was facing Vlad III with a spear.

"For all the oppressors, send them to death!"

Karna had already prepared for it. After all, Spartacus's sense of existence was too strong, so strong that he didn't need to look at it. He knew what he was doing and how he would do it.

The "Crownless Martial Arts" was displayed naturally, and Karna stepped aside with erratic steps, a rare smile appeared on his indifferent face.

"I see. I want to apologize for my misunderstanding of your betrayal, Spartacus. You didn't betray, you just picked up the responsibility of a traitor. This is the whole meaning of your existence!"

Hearing such comments, Spartacus laughed louder and more joyfully.He ran and continued forward, like a human bomb, but no one dared to ignore the power contained in this bomb.

Not Karna, not Vlad III, not even Semiramis sitting in the sky.

"You really dare to come, you mad dog!"

The slender eyes of the Assyrian empress overflowed with amazing murderous intent, and the magic that was stopped by Shirou finally got a chance to be released. Four magic formulas that only existed in the age of gods centered on the tip of the sky garden, separated up and down, left and right, and radiated out one after another. A big magic level attack.

The first wave was still the magic cannon, but this time it was not a range attack, but a precise burst.

Four finger-thick magic clusters shot out from the four corners of the rhombus, aiming at Spartacus' limbs respectively.

The defenseless Spartacus was pierced by the magic cannon without any suspense, and he fell to the ground, panting heavily.

Seeing this, Semiramis nodded with satisfaction: "The rabid dog should be on all fours. Lancer, I will deal with this rabid dog. You can concentrate on dealing with Flanders III."

The latter sentence was sent through the magic of amplification and reached Karna's ears, which also caused Vlad III to stop his horse and look up, looking at the sky garden again.

"learn."

In the next second, the "Blade of Immortality" turned into a stream of golden light, hitting Vlad III directly.

Vlad III let out a cold snort, and the magic power as deep as the night swept across the battlefield. Hundreds of black rafters rose from the ground, forming a black torrent that collided head-on with the golden streamer.

"So, what should I do with you?"

In the courtyard, Semiramis, who had turned off the sound amplification technique, raised his chin with his hands, and looked at Spartacus, who was breathing heavily, jokingly.

"I think it's better for you not to be careless, shake M, no, Spartacus is not that easy to deal with, be careful of capsized in the gutter."

Before Shirou's reminder sounded, Spartacus' pierced wound stopped bleeding quickly, and the color of the wound became darker and darker, and finally turned into a disgusting color like an overripe persimmon.

In this strange change, the unyielding gladiator regained his strength, stood up from the ground, and threw the short sword in his hand.

"Hahahaha! And you, and you, you are also the oppressor standing at the top of power, and you are the one I must defeat."

"Look—"

Shirou spread his hands helplessly, and Shakespeare who didn't know when he ran to him shrugged and chanted loudly.

"—that indomitable heroic posture; listen, that unyielding voice from the heart."

"Shut up!"

The Empress of Assyria glared angrily at the two groaning guys, and then the magic cannon that died down fired again.

Spartacus, who had already suffered once, was still defenseless, letting the purple magic power cluster wreak havoc on his body, and continued to roar towards the sky.

"Not enough! Not enough ah ah ah ah ah!"

Facing this kind of provocation, Semiramis finally became really angry, and the other three spells began to show their power.

Among them, there is the suppression magic that changes the gravity and exerts heavy pressure on the range;
There is a control magic that protrudes chains from the space and executes precise restraint on the enemy;

And the sulphurous, ever-falling rain of lava;
The demigod who once dominated an era finally showed her fearsomeness as a top servant.

Horror!
(End of this chapter)