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

"Then I will crush the oppressors here!"

Well, let's pretend I didn't hear it...

Coles sighed, "One more thing, please, don't attack the ruler, especially the white-haired heroic spirit carrying the box."

He is now afraid that Spartacus will be mad and he will cut off Siddigar's head accidentally.

"He is an ally of the oppressed," Spartacus closed his eyes.

Well, in short, I won't go to cut Sidiga, good news!

Although it is not known why Spartacus divided Siddigar as an ally, it is at least certain that Spartacus will not attack Siddija.

At the end of the memory, Coles clenched his fists.

"please!"

"Hahaha, the oppressors took a blow from me!"

Spartacus roared like a beast and rushed towards Kotomine Shiro.

"Ah~ I didn't expect that my former comrade actually wanted to face each other with swords," Kotomine Shiro smiled wryly and turned sideways, the dagger in his hand easily cut Spartacus' waist, "Spartacus, the sword fighter who led the slave rebellion, I thought we could understand each other, but now it's too late to come back."

This is not a lie.

"Hahaha! Your eyes...are a complete oppressor!" Spartacus waved the sword in his hand with a smile, and the wound on his waist was regenerated at an extremely fast speed.

"This willful look!"

"Without a doubt! You are the oppressor!"

"Hoohoho, Master didn't expect you to be an oppressor. It seems that you have to suffer," Shakespeare, a spiritual body, smiled gloatingly.

"Whose fault do you think it is," Kotomine Shiro smiled bitterly, "but you are right about one thing at Spartacus."

Kotomine Shiro took a deep breath, holding the four black keys in his left hand and the knife in his right, "I am really going my own way, and I will not let anyone who tries to obstruct me!"

"Oppressor!" Spartacus laughed and rushed towards Kotomine Shiro.

The whole body is full of flaws!

Kotomine Shiro stepped on the tree next to him and jumped up, the black key in his hand turned into four streamers and penetrated into Spartacus' neck.

"Hey!"

Spartacus didn't pay any attention to the black key on his neck and slashed at Kotomine Shiro with one sword in the air.

Kotomine Shiro twisted his body and slashed at the side of Spartacus's sword and landed on Spartacus's side.

Slash!

Kotomine Shiro exhaled, and a cold light flashed through Spartacus like a ray of light in his eyes.

A fountain-like blood spurted out from Spartacus' belly and swayed in mid-air.

"Pretty," Shakespeare clapped his hands.

"Just kidding, I'm going to leave," Kotomine Shiro put away the sword, turned around and ran without any hesitation.

"It's a lie, Master," Shakespeare was a little stunned, but after seeing the state of Spartacus, "Slip away... Wait a minute! Master, you're going the wrong way!"

The wound that almost cut Spartacus only took a few breaths to grow. At the same time, the wound appeared to regenerate too much. The twisted flesh made Spartacus look bloated, and he began to grow in size.

The roar of the flawed beast, a permanent activation type Noble Phantasm, all the damage received will be partially converted into magic power and stored in the body, plus the passive Noble Phantasm of the abused honor will make his body heal faster, and consume only normal magic power a quarter of .

The superposition of these two Noble Phantasms makes Spartacus a terrifying existence that will become more and more ferocious unless he can kill him in a single blow. It will blow out in one go.

Kotomine Shiro asked himself that he didn't have the ability to kill Spartacus. Keeping playing would only make Spartacus store more and more magic power, and Frankenstein on the side was obviously recovering from Shakespeare's spiritual pollution. Now, if you don't leave, you can only cool down.

"caster, you go back first."

Now that I have failed to solve Frankenstein's tactics secretly, if we continue to let the battle continue, even if we hold the two trump cards of Karna and Achilles, we will not be able to turn the tables.

Just go for a gamble!

Bet on that heroic spirit's obsession!

PS(?Θ?(?Θ?)?Θ?) ?(?`^??)?---)`Д?) (=??﹏?)?(*??-)b

Chapter 36 Let's run

"Bang——"

The silver sword stabbed at Mordred's lower abdomen at a very fast speed, but was blocked by the brilliant king's sword before hitting, but Mordred still flew under Siegfried's attack. go out.

"It's so strong, you say that your skin is too strong," Mordred gasped, and most of the armor on his body was broken.

Siegfried did not answer Mordred but re-positioned his posture. The few wounds on his body were recovering at an extremely fast speed.

[saber, have you won? ]

The Lion Jie, who observed that Mordred was in a wrong state in the distance, quickly contacted Mordred through a contract,

"Nonsense!" Mordred grinned and directly removed the armor on his body. Anyway, the armor made of magic power in front of the sword was no different from the paper paste. It was better to untie all the constraints.

With an uninhibited smile, Mordred raised his sword and tapped on his shoulder, "I'm the one who wants to become a king, and I can easily overcome this level of difficulty."

[Have you won? ]