I, authentic, little sun

Sparks flew everywhere, residual trees flew everywhere, and the aftermath of the battle between Saber Mordred and the red berserker forced the Master to hide in a corner and watch from a distance.

This is not a strange thing, as a master, protecting one's own safety is also one of the very important strategic meanings.

However, only Zhengzong still stood not far from the center of the battlefield, watching the battle between Mordred and Spartacus with interest.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Berserker roared and swung his great sword, slashing down from above, and went straight to Saber's face, but Mordred wasn't afraid at all.

The thunder and lightning on Wang Jian became more intense, and a large amount of magic power spewed out, abruptly blocking the attack that was enough to split mountains and ground.

The ground under their feet collapsed, forming a huge pothole, and the aftermath of the eruption swept the dust and shook the atmosphere.

Seeing this scene, Zhengzong couldn't help murmuring: "I'm going, this little Mo is a tough guy, how can he block this blow?

If Artoria was here, she would definitely choose to avoid it, right?

Could it be that Xiao Mo's intuition failed because he didn't have the glory of the king on his head? "

Using Mordred's way of consuming mana to fight head-to-head with Berserker, if it wasn't for the authenticity of providing magic crystals to Lion Jie.

I'm afraid it won't be long before the magic power in Lion Jie's body will be drained.

"what?"

Seeming to have discovered something suddenly, Masamune turned his head slightly and glanced at Karna's direction.

"Chiron, that is to say... Black has already entered the field?"

Sure enough, Zhengzong showed a clear look after feeling the atmosphere around him.

At the same time, Spartacus waved his big sword indiscriminately, and after forcing Mordred back, he roared: "Oppressor, I smell the breath of the oppressor!"

At some point, a blond man in a black coat stood not far from Zhengzong.

"If Yu guessed correctly, you should be the master of the red lancer and the leader of the red saber group, right?"

Although it was a question, the blond man used a definite tone. He didn't seem to be interested in asking until he saw Zhengzong's indifferent expression.

"You don't seem nervous, aren't you afraid of Yu?"

The courage of the heroic spirit is a great sense of oppression for human beings, and no one can take it lightly in the face of the insurmountable life level gap.

Especially when the Servant is not around to protect him.

However, Zhengzong's expression seemed to be expected, and he was not surprised at all, which naturally aroused the man's curiosity.

"Nervous?" Zhengzong chuckled lightly, and said as a matter of course, "I don't think it's necessary for me to be nervous or afraid."

As the so-called self-confidence comes from strength, he has long since discovered the man who came quietly.

However, the man seemed to have misunderstood something, and his tone was full of admiration: "Do you think Yu will not attack an unarmed person? Your courage is commendable. It seems that you are also a fearless and brave person."

At this time, Berserker finally discovered the source of the oppressor's smell, he turned his head to look here, and shouted, "It's you—the oppressor!"

"Exactly." The blond man nodded and admitted his identity frankly.

""Red" berserker, if you're after power, Yu is the one who stands at the apex."

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

"Red" berserker jumped for joy as he lunged forward, arms outstretched.

A little more, and a little more, and my hand can reach the head of the tyrant. All the time, no matter when, after this kind of suffering, there is a cloudless glory and joy.

The Berserker's theory is perfect and complete, and no one can find any flaws.

Lion Jie, who was far away from the battlefield, saw Berserker charging in the authentic direction, dropped the cigarette in his hand in shock, and hurriedly sent a message to Mordred.

"Okay, Saber, hurry up and protect Lancer's master!"

Lion Jie said while complaining from the bottom of his heart, really, what are you going to participate in in the battle between heroic spirits? I told you to hide with me before but didn’t listen. Now it’s all right, has it been affected? !

"Tsk—"

Hearing this, Mordred only had time to click his tongue, and desperately rushed towards the authentic direction, hoping to protect Berserker behind him before he attacked.

However, up to now, Zhengzong's expression still hasn't changed much, not only is there no fluctuation in his heart, but even a little melancholy.

Because Berserker has forgotten the important things, after all, only a few people will come to the end of suffering, and those who are waiting at the end of that suffering are more miserable deaths and cruel endings.

Berserker rushed forward violently, and the one who looked at him with frozen eyes was the "black" lancer—Vlad III.

The hero who dominated the world in Romania and brutally slaughtered all the enemies, and the name he was called by the enemies with fear——

"Kazikli Bey"

At the same time that "Black" Lancer declared, the nearby land arched.

"O tyrant, I'm going to crush you...to crush you!"

Berserker swung his sword. Unexpectedly, there were sharp rafters on his arm. Even if he didn't care about the pain, the rafters forcibly stopped him from moving.

"Yu, I have been fighting against rebels like you all my life. Yu killed them all, pierced them and left them aside until their bones rotted, but—"

The "black" lancer only performed a rough operation of "avoiding the spirit core" on the rafter piles.

Although he worked hard to ensure that he would not die, he did not see the need to torture his spirit. It would be a pity to die, but if he was lucky enough to survive, there would be an even worse hell waiting for Berserker.

The body below the knees was transformed, and everything except the heart and brain was pierced by rafters several meters long.

Even so, the berserker is still on the move, in order to crusade against the looming tyrant.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Berserker roared angrily, not caring about actions would only make him more painful, he stretched his arms forward vigorously, just, almost, he was able to touch the damned oppressor!

This is no longer something that can be done hastily with words such as hatred and delusion. This is an obsession engraved in the bones of the rebellious hero-Spartacus.

Chapter 443 Chapter 35 The almost extermination stab

At this time, Mordred had already rushed to Zhengzong's side, pulled him back, and looked at the black Lancer with vigilant eyes.

Her intuition felt a great threat from the black Lancer.

"Black" Lancer didn't care about Saber's sizing up, what he wanted to confirm now was Spartacus' belief.

Is he just a stupid savage who is content with just rebelling against the power, or even if he goes crazy, he still has a bottom line that cannot be backed down?

Huh, finally, Lancer who got the answer praised with satisfaction.

"Confronting you like this, I finally understand that your rebellion is a manifestation of a proud soul.

At any time, you will not sit back and watch the strong ravage the weak. You fight to make the strong become weak. "

It's not "for" the weak, that kind of hypocritical reason, to satisfy one's own desires.

"Have you dreamed of an equal world? You are not a dreamer, but a visionary. This is the first time I want to pay tribute to the existence of rebels."

Lancer said: "Perhaps, I should save your life, and then convert your rebellion.

It will probably be more interesting to let your master become Yu from now on, right?

"........."

The wild laughter of the berserker disappeared, and the "red" berserker faced the "black" lancer with a desolate and angry expression.

The words he declares are "subordination", and for Spartacus, this is humiliation and despair beyond death.

Seemingly satisfied with Berserker's expression, Vlad III smiled. He turned his head to look at Zhengzong, his tone still full of admiration.

"Yu admired you very much, until the last moment when the sword was about to fall, you still didn't show fear.

Your fearlessness and courage are incomparable to many heroes. Since you have betrayed the Red Fang, should you join Yu Mixia? "

It turned out that in addition to testing Spartacus' belief, Vlad III also tested authentic courage by the way, whether he was really as fearless as he showed.

Obviously, he was very satisfied with the result, at least he had never faced Berserker, including his own courtiers, with such a pleasing expression.

Hearing this, Zhengzong was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help but look at him like a fool.

Guigui, you dare to bring anyone home, have you experienced too few backstabs?

If I come out to cooperate with you when the red side comes to snatch the Great Holy Grail, then your black side will be cold!

"Are you rejecting Yu?"

Perhaps because he had never been seen with such eyes before, Vlad III could not understand the authentic meaning, but his intuition told him that this was not a good meaning, so he subconsciously thought it meant rejection.

"Of course I refused!" Ironhead Mordred glared at Vlad III not to be outdone.

"Berserker is my opponent, who allowed you to intervene without authorization!"

"Heh—" Vlad III sneered and replied proudly.

"As a king, Yu's decision does not require permission from others."

"you……"

Hearing the other party's answer, Xiao Mo gritted her teeth angrily. The word Wang seemed to touch her sore spot.

Xiao Mo thought angrily in his heart: What's wrong with the king, what's the big deal, sooner or later I will become the king too!

Ignoring the aggrieved Saber, Vlad III looked at Masamune: "Fearless Master, what is your answer?"

"I refuse." Maybe it's because jojo has played too much, Zhengzheng blurted out subconsciously, "My favorite thing about Zhengzong is to say no to those self-righteous people!"

"..."

Vlad III was silent, and then, he did not know what to make up in his head, he actually laughed heartily, and while laughing, he said thoughtfully:

"I see, is this the reason why you defected from the Red Fang?

Interesting, Yu is liking you more and more, Yu will make you change your mind and be willing to be Yu's courtier! "

After the words fell, the black lancer just left.

However, what Vlad III didn't know was that after Zhengzong heard this, his eyes immediately turned serious.

The painful memories buried in his heart for a long time vaguely reminded him of the fear of being almost dominated by gay guys that day.

The killing intent emanated from Zhengzong's body, and Mordred beside him shuddered, looking around vigilantly.

Just now, her intuition told her that she seemed to have encountered the biggest crisis ever.

At this time, the black lancer, Vlad III, who was on his way back, unexpectedly had the feeling of having survived a catastrophe for no reason.

What he didn't know was that if he hadn't walked fast enough before, he might have received the extinction stab of Zhengzong Anger...

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On the other side, the android was just practicing walking when the "black" rider who was holding his breath suddenly knocked on the door of the room.

"Quick, now is a good opportunity, quick, let's escape!"

The cyborg immediately understood the situation, perhaps the masters in the castle had been attracted by the battle, so he held the rider's hand and ran together.

In the corridors of the city, although they passed by the artificial people several times, none of them came up to check.

Instead, he silently watched them leave with cold pupils and weak emotions. Their eyes were full of sadness and a glimmer of hope.

But just when the two fled to the forest and were about to leave Tuliphas, the rider stopped.

He poured strength into his tightly clenched hand, and it hurt a little, and blocking the way in front of his eyes was "black" Saber and his master Gold.

It seemed that they were the first to wait here for their party.

Saber remained expressionless as usual, while Gould glared at the two of them with a displeased face.

The rider sighed and said, "Hmm, do you have any secrets about you? Actually, you are a servant?"

"I don't think so." The cyborg replied.

This made rider feel puzzled, if there is no such secret, he would not be able to understand it.

Why do you have to be so particular about an artificial human?

Gould said with great annoyance:

"Rider, that cyborg cannot be let go, you step back."