Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 484
Compared with will and belief, Vlad III is not inferior. Facing the overwhelming military power of the Turkish Empire, he never thought of giving up.The so-called heroic spirits are such existences, and they are qualified to be called heroes if they can laugh at overwhelming disadvantages and hopeless situations, not to mention they have the upper hand now.

If there is no accident, the two heroes will continue to fight fiercely. With their strength and tenacity, it is not impossible to keep defeating Tianming.

However, an accident happened.

Just when the torrent of rafters and the flames of the sun collided fiercely, blooming a magnificent scene that resembled the alternation of light and darkness at dawn, an even greater and terrifying magic power approached at an astonishing speed, accompanied by the shocking laughter.

Compared with the huge body that can be seen clearly from hundreds of meters away and the almost irrepressible heterogeneous magic power, the petite figure and servant aura of the running Joan of Arc are not worth mentioning at all.

"He's back again?"

Hearing this highly recognizable laughter, the two heroes who used guns as weapons had the same idea at the same time, and their movements couldn't help but slow down a bit.

The difference is that after a moment of distraction, Vlad III showed joy, and his offensive became more violent.

Karna's face sank, and for the first time since the start of the war, he gave up the tactic of closing the distance, retreated actively, and switched from offensive to defensive.

Both of them knew very well that Spartacus was no longer a follower belonging to the red side. Although he still had the name of the red berserker, his camp belonged to the black side.Although he seemed a little unstable and would not cooperate with Vlad III, as long as he did not attack Vlad III, even if he concentrated on sabotage, it would be enough to cause Karna great trouble.Not to mention the abnormal posture of Spartacus at this time with five eyes and eight arms and the exaggerated magic power contained in his body that has already exceeded the limit of a follower.

With the addition of this heavy weight, no matter how firm Karna's will is, it cannot make up for this huge difference in strength.

Just when Karna was hesitating whether to retreat or move the battlefield, the mutation happened again.

The approaching Spartacus sent out all eight arms, two of which were thick and relatively short, smashing towards Joan of Arc, and the other five pierced through the flames of the sun and the rafters to attack Karna and Vlad III respectively.

It seems that he intends to fight the three top servants by himself.

"What are you doing, Spartacus! Your enemy is there!" Vlad III, whose offensive was interrupted, was shocked and angry.

However, at this time, Spartacus couldn't listen to Vlad III's words at all, and while laughing wildly, he drove the whip arm to launch an offensive.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, for all the oppression, send them all to death! Oppressors, accept the sanctions!"

Vlad III, who had lost the rafter barrier barrier, raised his spear and gritted his teeth to block the blow that swept away thousands of troops.

The two forces that also reached the breaking point interacted with each other, causing ripples visible to the naked eye to vibrate in the atmosphere.

"Are you completely crazy? Even the effect of the Command Seal..."

"Yes, Spartacus who has become like this is already difficult to restrain with command spells." With Vlad III and Karna sharing the pressure, Joan finally got a respite and continued.

"Ruler?" Vlad III cast a sidelong glance at Joan of Arc, and flicked the whip arm away with force with both hands, "You brought the red berserker here?"

"Yes." Joan admitted frankly, "The red archer led the popular berserker to attack me from here, and I just brought him back—this is my judgment as a ruler!"

For such an answer, Vlad III had nothing to say and could only snort coldly.

Because of the lowest "status" and the lightest pressure, Karna calmly said:

"The rebellious gladiators have completely broken free from the shackles, and they want to impose sanctions on all oppressors. What are you going to do? Grand Duke."

"Death to rebels! Kazikli Bey!"

Vlad III tolerated rebellion even more than invaders.He wanted to stab the rebel with rafters like when he first met, and this time he would not deliberately avoid the vital points, but actually penetrate the heart, throat, head and spirit core of the rebel!
However, the reality once again exceeded Vlad III's expectations.

The rafters did penetrate Spartacus' body, there were dozens of them, and they did hit a vital point, but Spartacus did not die because of this, and his attack did not stop for a moment.

Unlike Karna's golden armor, which can reduce all external negative interference to one-tenth, Spartacus is able to bear the thorns of the rafters completely by his flesh.The reason why he didn't lose his life was because before he lost his life, his body had already completed repair and regeneration.

Since the war began, Spartacus has suffered countless injuries.Because of the effect of the Noble Phantasm "The Roar of the Beast", all the damage is converted into magic power and recovery power, and now Spartacus has become an undead monster.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

In the sound of joy or pain, the rebellious gladiator insisted on using brute force to break the rafters piercing the body from the ground, and brought along the short video that was already entangled with the new flesh and blood before it could be excreted. To Vlad III, to the oppressor at the apex of power.

Vlad III summoned more rafters, but it was useless. Spartacus's body is that big, and the size of the rafters is also fixed. No matter how many are summoned, there are only so many that can penetrate the body , not enough to overwhelm the resilience of heterogeneity.Later, the rafter piles could no longer penetrate Spartacus' body, because his body was full of rafter pile fragments, which together with the muscles and bones formed an extremely hard inner armor.

And the mental oppression brought by the huge number of rafter piles is of no use to Spartacus, he is a rebel who was oppressed and rose up to resist.Like a spring, the greater the pressure, the greater the force of the rebound.

Go forward, get stabbed, fix, move on, get stabbed again, get fixed again.Spartacus just repeated this process, and the number of rafter piles destroyed in a short period of time has exceeded that of Karna, who has been fighting for a long time.

A little more, a little more, and your hands will be able to reach the head of the tyrant.

A little more, a little more, and I will be able to obtain the greatest glory and joy.

Spartacus marches, laughs, marches, and marches.

Seeing such a berserker, Vlad III took a step back involuntarily!
PS: After all, Karna hides, burns, and fights, and Spartacus is all hard to eat.

PS2: Grand Duke—you brought the devils here?
(End of this chapter)