Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

"However, this is also an impulse in your heart, and it is something you have always wanted to do." Fiore said lightly, with a cramped smile on her face. "Isn't it your symbol to obey your heart?"

"That's true... It seems that it is not the conspiracy of His Majesty the King of Heroes... Of course, such an existence would not use such a conspiracy, right?"

Sighing softly, Astolfo glanced at the android boy lying on the couch, and said helplessly.

"You helped me this time, it's okay to order me for this reason, Miss Fiore."

"No, isn't it a bit unfair to say that?" Fiore smiled innocently, but in those amber eyes, there was a charm full of malice.

"Okay, okay...it's a waste if you don't become a conspirator." Astolfo curled his lips and said flatly. "It's true that I hate her, but it's not to the point of being cruel, but if you can prepare a suitable master for me, it doesn't matter if your conspiracy comes true."

"Oh? It seems that you agree." Fiore smiled with satisfaction, she raised her hand slightly, and reached for Astolfo. "Happy cooperation, Knight of the Dame."

"Well... even if it's a happy cooperation..."

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"Roar!!!!!!"

The roar rolled up countless fallen leaves, and the invisible pressure in the air became more and more serious, as if the air had become viscous. At this moment, the magician and the artificial soldiers were facing such a purgatory.

The flesh and blood of the artificial human, the mud and dregs of the golem, the stumped limbs and arms accompanied by pools of blood, the entire periphery of the Thousand Worlds Tree family castle completely turned into a world like purgatory.

The air was full of stench, and the gale blown by that ferocious beast even made one's cheeks sting. The huge warrior with taupe skin was wreaking havoc among the golem crowd with a black iron dagger in his forehand.

The rare golems made of rocks were easily demolished. These were not rubbish made by modern magicians, but the fine works made by the caster Avis Bron. Even the shelling of the main battle tanks might not be able to destroy them. A small tonnage cruise ship is a breeze.

However, such a rock golem was easily destroyed. The heroic spirit named Spartacus was like a rampaging rhinoceros, easily throwing, smashing, and ravaging the several-ton golem into rock fragments everywhere. .

It was a power that was almost irreversible, every punch could smash the city wall, and every sword slash could tear the steel plate.

With anti-magic power brought by high mystery, Spartacus ignored the magic of the magicians and easily slaughtered the bewildered android guards.

These mass-produced soldiers produced by the technology revealed by the Einzbern family even have the power to crush the "open position" magician head-on. In Dax's hand, it was easily crushed into pieces and turned into sticky blood that splattered all over the sky.

The heroic spirit who fought in blood, none of the blood on his body came from himself, all of it was the blood of the enemy, whether it was a magician or a golem, no matter whether it was a beast or a soldier, he couldn't even break through the defense.

All he could do was to entangle his pace a little and let him go to demolish the castle of the Thousand Boundary Tree later, right?

"How is it possible...what the hell is this..."

Seeing their colleagues being smashed into flesh by the thrown golems, the magicians standing behind the battle circle finally collapsed. They stopped manipulating the man-made humans and golems, but ran in all directions at a loss. Make birds and beasts scattered.

However, even so is meaningless, under the footsteps of Spartacus, none of these magicians can escape his pursuit.

A few minutes later, the entire forest outside the castle was filled with the stench of blood, and vultures were circling in the air, waiting for the time to feast.

The wailing and lamentation of the magicians resounded in the forest, and Danic, who arrived late, also stopped in front of Spartacus.

"Sure enough, is this a heroic spirit? It's really an almost invincible power."

Looking at the giant made of muscles, Danik said with a little emotion.

"Unfortunately, as a 'berserker', even if you have been compensated for your strength and durability, your lack of wisdom will still be your fatal shortcoming."

"Are you the dictator here? Magician!"

Spartacus roared angrily, his words were full of killing intent, but even so, Danic showed no fear at all, instead he showed a joking smile.

"Ah, yes, I am the dictator of the Thousand Boundary Tree family, obediently be enslaved by me, and become a prop in my hands."

"I must...I must kill you!" The huge Heroic Spirit roared angrily. For him, all words related to 'slavery' were out-and-out humiliation.

As far as he is concerned, those who dare to say these words must be killed by the most tragic means!

"Oh? Try it if you can, stupid Heroic Spirit." Danik slightly turned the cane inlaid with a large crystal, with a mocking smile on his face.

Hearing that Spartacus roared, he rushed towards Danik with all his strength, his face carved out of rock was full of uncontrollable anger. 510

As a berserker, Spartacus himself is determined to go his own way, and taking into account Danik's previous taunts, he has absolutely no possibility of stopping.

Looking at the heroic spirits rushing towards him like a train, Danik not only showed no fear, but instead showed a playful smile. While retreating slowly, he gave orders to the golems arranged around him.

"Drown him!"

A set of rock golems jumped up and smashed towards Spartacus with great force, while Spartacus swung the black iron dagger with all his might, trying to tear the golems blocking the way.

But alas, it's meaningless after all.

The golem was chopped off, torn to shreds, and smashed into pieces all over the ground, but at this moment, a new batch of golems jumped up again and smashed on Spartacus.

"boom!"

Like a mountain falling down, Spartacus was slammed to the ground, and the rock golem weighing several tons easily suppressed his movements.

"Look, this is my victory." The magician, who defied Spartacus and won by conspiracy, smiled joyfully. "Your treasure can bring me victory, Spartacus."

"Roar!" An unwilling roar resounded in the dense forest.

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Chapter 610 The Dark Mist City and Hunting (seeking a reward)

Looking at Spartacus who was smashed to the ground by a bunch of rock golems, the sinister magician named Danik showed a mocking smile.

"It's really stupid. Sure enough, your job agency has restrained most of your strength."

Indeed, among the job promotions of Heroic Spirits, 'berserker', which is known as the strongest increase in attributes, is almost the lowest cost-effective job promotion, second only to caster's job promotion that is restrained from magic power.

Because most of the heroes are resourceful, once they lose their minds, they are easily targeted by some special heroic spirits.

Even like Spartacus now, defeated by a mere master, and even about to be controlled as his own heroic spirit...

It's too sad, maybe the heroic spirit of Berserker, in the eyes of other heroic spirits and masters, is itself a cheap consumable, right?

Heroic spirits who have lost their minds, from a certain point of view, do not have much advantage in frontal battles, but will become a huge drag. For example, Lancelot in fate/zero can be described as a repeated drag. Tong Yanye even almost devoured his magic power completely.

Because of this, Gilgamesh also hates this kind of heroic spirit the most. If Frankenstein also had the rationality to communicate, otherwise this poor man-made man would not be left behind.

And at this moment, somewhere in the dense forest, on the other side of the battlefield.

"Come out, I sense your presence."

Holding the luxuriously decorated holy spear in his hand, Astolfo, dressed in elegant women's clothing, shouted loudly.

"I'm the only one here, if you don't come out, you won't have a chance to kill me."

At this moment, a silver light streaked across the air, and a sharp arrow swept across Astolfo's cheek. If this deviant hypocrite hadn't leaned back, she would have been crushed in the head by this arrow.