In terms of will and faith, Vlad III was no less capable. Facing the overwhelming military power of the Turkish Empire, he never thought of giving up. The so-called heroic spirit is just like this. Only those who can laugh it off in the face of overwhelming disadvantages and hopeless situations are qualified to be called heroes, not to mention that they are now in the upper hand.
If nothing unexpected happens, the two heroes will continue to fight. With their strength and resilience, it is not impossible for them to defeat Tianming.
However, the accident happened.
Just as the torrent of rafters and the flames of the sun collided violently, creating a magnificent scene like the dawn when light and darkness alternated, an even greater and more terrifying magic power, accompanied by a wild laughter that shook the atmosphere, approached at an alarming speed.
Compared with the huge body that can be seen clearly from hundreds of meters away and the almost uncontrollable alien magic power, Jeanne d'Arc's petite figure and servant aura running in front are not worth mentioning at all.
"You're 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 slowed down a bit.
The difference was that after a moment of distraction, Vlad III showed a look of joy and his attack became even more fierce.
Karna's face darkened. For the first time since the war began, he gave up the tactic of closing the distance and took the initiative to retreat, switching from offense to defense.
Both of them knew that Spartacus was no longer a Servant of the Red Team. Although he still had the title of Red Berserker, he belonged to the Black Team. Although he looked unstable and would not cooperate with Vlad III, as long as he did not attack Vlad III, even if he was concentrating on sabotage, he would cause great trouble to Karna. Not to mention Spartacus's abnormal posture with five eyes and eight arms and the exaggerated magic power contained in his body that had long exceeded the limits of a Servant.
With the addition of this heavyweight, no matter how determined Karna is, he cannot make up for the huge gap in strength.
Just as Karna was hesitating whether to retreat or move the battlefield, something strange happened again.
The approaching Spartacus stretched out all eight arms, two of which were thick and relatively short and smashed towards Jeanne d'Arc, while the other five pierced through the sun's flames and rafters to attack Karna and Vlad III respectively.
It seems that he is planning to fight three top servants alone.
"What are you doing, Spartacus! Your enemies are there!" Vlad III was shocked and angry when his offensive was interrupted.
However, Spartacus at this time simply did not listen to what Vlad III said. He laughed wildly and used his whip arm to launch an attack.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, for all the oppression, send them all to death! O oppressors, accept the punishment!"
Vlad III, who had lost the rafter barrier, raised his spear and gritted his teeth to block the devastating blow.
The two equally extraordinary forces interacted with each other, creating visible ripples in the atmosphere.
"Have you gone completely crazy? Even the effects of the Command Spells..."
"Yes, Spartacus is already difficult to restrain with the Command Seals after he has become like this." With Vlad III and Karna sharing the pressure, Joan of Arc finally got a chance to catch her breath and continued.
"Ruler?" Vlad III glanced at Jeanne and used both hands to push the whip away. "Did you lead the Red Berserker here?"
"Yes." Jeanne admitted frankly, "Red Archer lured Red Berserker away from here to attack me, and I just brought him back - this is my judgment as a ruler!"
Vlad III had nothing to say about this answer and could only snort coldly.
Because of his lowest "status" and the least pressure, Karna said calmly:
"The rebellious gladiators have completely broken free from their shackles and are ready to bring justice to all oppressors. What do you plan to do, Grand Duke?"
"For the rebels, the death penalty! Kazikli Bey!"
Vlad III could not tolerate rebels even more than invaders. He would skewer the rebels with rafters, just like he did when they first met, and this time he would not deliberately avoid vital points, but would actually penetrate the rebels' hearts, throats, heads, and soul cores!
However, reality once again exceeded Vlad III's expectations.
The rafters did pierce Spartacus' body, dozens of them, and they did hit his vital points, but Spartacus did not die, and his attacks did not stop for a moment.
Unlike Karnana's golden armor that could reduce all external negative interference to one tenth, Spartacus relied entirely on his body to withstand the thorns from the rafters. The reason he did not lose his life was that his body had already completed repair and regeneration before he lost his life.
Since the beginning of the war, Spartacus has received countless injuries. Because of the effect of the treasure "Roar of the Beast", all the injuries are converted into magic and recovery power, and now Spartacus has become an invincible monster.
"Ohhh, ohhhh... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
With a sound that was unclear whether it was joy or pain, the rebellious gladiator used brute force to break the rafters that had pierced his body from the ground, and rushed towards Vlad III, the oppressor who stood at the pinnacle of power, carrying with him the short film that had been entangled with his new flesh and blood before it could be expelled from his body.
Vlad III summoned more rafters, but it was useless. Spartacus' body was so small, and the size of the rafters was fixed. No matter how many he summoned, only so many could penetrate his body, which was not enough to overwhelm the heterogeneous recovery power. Later, the rafters could no longer penetrate Spartacus' body, because his body was full of rafter fragments, which together with his muscles and bones formed an extremely hard inner armor.
The mental pressure brought by the huge number of rafters was useless to Spartacus, who was a rebel who rose up in rebellion against oppression. Just like a spring, the greater the pressure, the greater the rebound force.
Advance, be stabbed, repair, advance again, be stabbed again, and repair again. Spartacus repeated this process in this way, and in a short period of time, the number of rafters destroyed exceeded that of Karna after a long battle.
Just a little more, a little more, and your hand will be able to reach the tyrant's head.
Just a little more, and you will gain the greatest glory and joy.
Spartacus marched forward, marched forward with a smile, and continued to march forward.
Looking at such a berserker, Vlad III couldn't help but take a step back!
PS: After all, Karna dodged, burned, and fought, while Spartacus just endured it all.
PS2: Grand Duke—Did you lead the devils here