I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

"boom-----"

A loud noise came from the direction they were heading, along with strange laughter.

"Ah~ I found it, bad boy," Siddija jumped on the branch, and looked down at Berserker who was being demolished with her arms crossed.

The man is muscle—

Other than that, no modifiers are required.

The legendary sword fighter who led slaves to rebel - Spartacus

"Dolls who are dominated! Now I will liberate you!" Spartacus shattered all the dolls that attacked him with a hair-raising smile on his face.

"This guy has absolutely no intention of dodging," Atalanta fell next to Siddija, "Even if he can dodge the attack, he will choose to take it hard."

"Because this guy is Berserker," Achilles spread his hands, "I don't think it's possible to stop him. Even if you get him back once, he will run out the next time. Why don't you just let him be a cannon fodder here? It exploded."

"No, maybe he will be caught by the enemy before he blows up," Siddija sighed and jumped from the treetops, "Then you can move freely, don't worry about me."

"Ok!"

"Why do you listen to him like this?" Atalanta was a little stunned.

"Yeah~ After all, I grew up listening to his story," Achilles was fascinated by the pure white back that kept approaching Spartacus, "whether it's my mother or father, always talking to What a great hero there was at that time, for the sake of an ethereal crisis, he gave up the life he expected to go to the hell of Tartarus."

"Well, he's a great hero, but to me he's just..." Atalanta was silent.

"Irresponsible husband?" Achilles leaned in front of Atalanta with a smile on his face.

A tic-tac-toe popped up on Atalanta's head, and she kicked Achilles off the tree.

"I'll kill you next time!"

"I know, eldest sister! I'll go around the neighborhood!" Achilles walked with an expression I never remembered.

"Really..." Atalanta pursed her lips and called out the bow of the sky and aimed it at Spartacus. As long as he attacked Sidga, she would shoot through him mercilessly. knee.

"Hey! Berserker of the red side, can you hear my voice?" Sidgar walked to Spartacus while avoiding the fragments of the golem, patted him on the shoulder, and made Spartacus at the same time. Kess is ready to punch up.

"Ah! Of course I heard it! My ally!" However, beyond Sidgar's expectations, Spartacus not only did not give Sidgar a punch, but also stretched out his thick arm to help Sidgar block the rear. Golem's attack, "Let's resist together! I'll be your shield! Let's march toward a free future!"

"Although I don't understand it at all, I am moved!" Siddija's eyes widened.

"Hey!!! Are there two! It's different from what you said!" At this time, a pink hair stuck out his head from the group of puppets.

"No...I'm..."

Spartacus pulled Spartacus behind her just as she was about to open her mouth to explain.

"Appeared! The oppressor!" Spartacus roared angrily, pulling up the tree with one hand and swiping it towards Pinkfur.

"Wow! It's super dangerous!" Fen Mao jumped back and avoided the big tree in an instant, but the surrounding golems didn't have the reaction power he had and were directly smashed to smithereens.

"Come on oppressor! Attack me!" Spartacus smashed all the golems that approached with a weird smile like a gopher, "and then smashed by me!"

"Wait a minute! I'm Astolfo, one of the twelve warriors of King Charlemagne! Come and be dignified! At least wait until I finish reading the explanation!" Astolfo avoided the tears in his eyes Spartacus' Tarzan attacked from the top, and at the same time had a long spear in his hand.

"You are the oppressor!" Spartak yelled, grabbing the golem that was trying to attack him and slamming it at Astolfo.

"Ah~ there's nothing you can do now!" Astolfo pointed his guns at Spartacus, "Let him see your awesome Argalia!"

Spartacus opened his eyes wide with excitement. He had already been targeted by the weapon. As long as he ducked to the side, he could dodge the straight attack of the spear, but he was looking forward to it, expecting the spear to penetrate his own body. The body, looking forward to the moment when the oppressor is crushed by him.

"————Trap of Argalia!"

Astolfo, chanting his real name, which was no different from joking, rushed towards Spartacus like a moth to a flame.

"Oppressor!"

"boom-----"

Spartacus lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground, his leg missing.

"Yeah~ my Noble Phantasm is not a particularly great one, it can only make people fall," Astolfo waved his hand, and the surrounding golems swarmed up and instantly knocked Spartacus up engulf.

"Next~ it's you! You seem to be able to communicate, so can you go back obediently," Astolfo pointed his spear at Siddija with a sunny smile.

"Allies, leave now!" Spartacus roared and stretched out his hand but was quickly covered by more dolls.

"Yeah~ just now I had a reason why I had to stay," Siddija touched her chin.

"I knew that no matter how you look at it, you don't look like someone who can leave your companions behind. For this, Astolfo will give you a respectful blow," Astolfo lowered the spear in his body. Right Hidega.

"Yeah~ you said so..."

"————Trap of Argalia!"

Just as he had defeated Spartacus, Astolfo charged at Siddija like an arrow.

Where will you hide?

Astolfo narrowed his eyes, and now that his Noble Phantasm has been exposed, as long as any rational heroic spirit will not let his spear touch him... Hey!Are you really not hiding?

"Qiang——"

"A Noble Phantasm that forcibly transforms the legs into a spiritual body," Siddija nodded while grasping the spear, "A somewhat interesting Noble Phantasm."

"Liar..." Astolfo stared blankly at the dragon's hand holding his Noble Phantasm, "Ah! No... it's over!"