Vlad III was not afraid. His will remained as strong as iron and unshakable. However, his body reacted faster than his will when faced with such an alien threat.
Of course, one step later, Vlad III reacted immediately and controlled his body's instincts. But this still made him feel humiliated, extremely humiliated.
I, the supreme ruler of Romania, the little dragon prince Vlad III, actually retreated in the face of a mere rebel, a monster who had betrayed even humanity
After humiliation comes great anger, directed at the enemy and even more at oneself.
This shame can only be washed away with blood and repaid with the life of Spartacus!
In his rage, Vlad III forgot that compared with known threats, the fear brought by the unknown is greater. The fact that he was able to repel the Turkish invasion was also related to the fact that his methods were too violent, which earned him the name "devil".
In 1462, the Ottoman Turkish army of 150,000 invaded Romania, while the Wallachian army led by Vlad III had only 10,000 soldiers. However, he exhausted the Ottoman Turkish army with thorough guerrilla warfare and scorched earth tactics, and launched the attack in the capital after letting the people evacuate.
The Ottoman Turkish army was led by Mehmed II, known as the "Conqueror" who had conquered the triple-walled Constantinople. He was known for his bravery, but his expression suddenly changed when he arrived in the capital, Bucharest.
Countless stakes were erected around the fortress, on which were impaled their companions, their colleagues, and their captains - a total of 20,000 Turkish soldiers. The moment they saw this scene, the hatred of their companions being killed disappeared instantly.
It was too horrible - they were filled with thoughts of this, and they developed a strong fear of the person who had carried out this action. All the plundering, ravaging and killing they had done so far were merely the result of accelerated desire. However, this was different, and the thought was too horrible.
That was simply a way of treating people as if they were not human beings. As a result, Mehmed II had to withdraw his troops. At that time, Mehmed II once said:
"I'm not afraid of anyone, no matter what kind of person they are. But demons are another matter."
The rafters covering the battlefield in front of us are derived from this anecdote. This anecdote has also been continuously spread, fermented and smeared, establishing a notorious vampire "Count Dracula" that is completely different from the heroic Vlad III.
Now, Vlad III also tasted what Mehmed II had experienced, although only a tiny bit.
Kill you!
Kill you!
Kill you!
His eyes were filled with frantic killing intent, and the rationality that had always been dominant was gradually fading away. No matter what, he was a berserker, and the biggest characteristic of this class was frenzy. Previously, the hero's side had always had the upper hand, but now, under the stimulation of another berserker, the characteristics of this class finally emerged.
Just when Vlad III was ready to disregard all odds and attack with all his might, even at the cost of all the rafters to kill the rebel, countless beams of light suddenly poured down from the sky.
"What... !?"
Those seven-colored beams of light, which would have seemed beautiful if they were not on a battlefield, were not aimed at Vlad III.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!?"
I have heard countless times the mixed howl of agony and joy.
The Red Berserker immediately began to heal the torn flesh due to the damage he received. However, even the rebellious hero Spartacus might have reached his limit.
No, in fact, he had already exceeded his limit. He kept enduring, kept enduring, bearing all the suffering and pain, and now he just had to release it -
In an instant, Joan of Arc immediately understood the intentions of the red team that shot out the beam of light from the sky and Spartacus' own goal.
He let out a deafening roar, targeting the oppressor and his subordinates.
That means - "You want to destroy everything on this battlefield...!!"
Although the Red Team is no exception, they are now in the floating fortress, and it is not impossible for them to move to an area that Spartacus cannot reach.
As for the Dragon Tooth Soldiers and the like, they are just miscellaneous soldiers to them, and naturally they don't care about the lives of these man-made creatures.
Karna’s next move also proved this point. The Son of the Sun opened all the plates of the golden armor and sprayed out highly concentrated solar flames into the air.
"Wait, Red Lancer!"
"Master's summons. See you later, Ruler and Black Berserker."
Karna ignored Jeanne's cries and calmly left a few words of farewell. Then, the Sun's Flame was at its maximum output, pushing his body up rapidly, like a golden rocket.
Joan of Arc subconsciously clenched her fists, then quickly released them. The Red team retreated, and the Black team was in trouble.
I'm afraid this was unexpected for them. Who could have expected that "Roar of the Flawed Beast" would be such a terrible treasure
The immense amount of mana he had accumulated, and his body that had deteriorated during the accumulation process, had probably long since broken free from the constraints of the contract. Even a Heroic Spirit with A-level anti-mana could only withstand a single stroke of the Command Seal, and probably would not be able to restrain him.
Because the Command Spell is a bond between the upper and the lower. No matter how low-level the existence is, as long as he is the Master, he is superior to the Servant.
For Spartacus, a rebellious hero, even in normal state, two Command Spells must be consumed to make him obey orders. As for the current situation, I am afraid that even if three Command Spells are consumed, it will not be possible.
That means the Red Berserker will never stop. If he uses all his strength to launch the next attack, the killing range will probably cover the entire battlefield. Not only that, even the city of Mirenia, which is located between the city and the battlefield, may not be spared.
So, what should I do? The distressed Jeanne suddenly looked at the direction she came from with a look of panic and astonishment.
Although the object cannot be captured visually, two magical powers unique to servants can be sensed.
That, that is—
There are petite "war maidens" holding lances, riding eagles, and galloping across the sky.
The assassin with dark blue hair and dark blue eyes wore feather shoes, glided along the ground, and swept over.
PS: Oh, my lovely students, here I am, teacher. Did you miss me