Chapter 416 He Is Laughing Wildly
Chapter 417 He is laughing wildly
Without the protection of Rider and Archer, Berserker stopped.
Not because of fear or shrinking, but because the space for him to move forward has been occupied by densely packed puppets.
If you want to rebel against the tyrant, you must clear a path for walking.
After realizing this, the famous gladiator took action together with the puppets and androids.
"Come on, I will destroy the oppressors with my love!"
Laughing wildly, Spartacus chose to jump into the wave of "puppets".
Hit by the android's battle axe in the shoulder, hit hard in the face by the golem's fist. Despite being hit directly by a fist that was powerful enough to crush even steel, his smile remained unextinguished. Or rather, it felt like that smile had become even brighter.
From the beginning, Berserker had no intention of avoiding any attack. Or rather, he even enjoyed the attack.
Take the attack, take it, take it in vain. He was severely injured and hurt, but his happy smile never disappeared. Soon, the androids and golems became confused by the actions of the gladiator and stopped attacking. At this time, Berserker began to act.
"Sad tyrant's puppet, at least rest under my sword and fist!"
Berserker grabbed the golem's face with his arm and easily threw the golem, which was estimated to be about three meters long, far away, crushing the androids who happened to be at the landing point.
"Come on, you too."
As he said this, he casually swung his sword horizontally, and just by doing this, the upper body of the android present was blown away; he punched the struggling golem, and the bronze head strengthened by magic was turned into ashes.
Berserker's brutality did not stop. He opened his arms wide and charged bravely. He picked up five golems and tilted his back fiercely. The stone puppets, weighing several tons in total, were destroyed from the top of their heads by his throw (over-shoulder throw).
That look was like a human typhoon. Every swing of the sword and punch would produce a large amount of destroyed debris.
The ‘red’ Berserker smiled as he shook his sword and punched with a smile. It was really like a nightmare. Even the androids, who only had a few emotions, were infected by this madness and chose to flee.
After tearing the last golem into pieces, Berserker looked at the destruction and slaughter he had woven, nodded with satisfaction, and took another step.
...And this scene fell into the eyes of the black side.
The ‘red’ Berserker completely ignored the androids and golems. Although it was an invincible scene, the ‘black’ Servants did not show any anxiety. This was originally a natural fighting behavior of the Heroic Spirit, and there was no need to make a fuss.
"... That being said, isn't it an exception to the killing to such an extent?"
"——It's horrible. That Berserker is a monster that kills with arrogant power instead of skills. He doesn't need any magic, just like a heroic spirit born only for fighting. Maybe he didn't become like that because he was driven crazy as a Berserker, but there is no class suitable for him except Berserker."
Rider and Archer spoke in succession, and Danic nodded, holding the scepter calmly:
"That Berserker was born for fighting, and is destined to die in battle."
"Will Archer and I be killed like that..."
"Look at that absurd power, it is also possible, at least avoid direct hits."
"Understand. I will try my best."
It was a voice without any fighting spirit and lost. In response to this blatant attitude, Archer whispered quietly:
"... I think you are a little careless. If you die here, you won't be able to save him, you know?"
"I, I know!"
Standing up and patting his cheeks, Rider regained his spirit. As if saying "bring it on", he picked up his gun. It was a beautifully decorated, golden horse gun.
"Go, Astolfo, let us see the power of Charlemagne's twelve warriors!" said the master Serenike behind him, but Astolfo was not inspired, but sighed and shrugged.
"Oh, hate it, hate it, I really don't want to do barbaric things... But forget it, there is no way, let you see my power!"
This is a very clear sound - as if echoing it, the sound and vibration on the other side of the bushes gradually approached. However, the figure is still hidden in the depths of the dark night and cannot be accurately captured.
Suddenly, there was silence, the sound stopped, and only the sound of the blowing wind dominated the surroundings. However, Berserker, who could not hide his presence, had clearly announced his presence before he appeared.
He had already arrived. With a definite premonition, Rider took a tentative step forward.
"——Come, tyrant. The time has come for arrogance to collapse and the dignity of the strong to be kicked apart!"
While knocking down the tree, the 'red' Berserker appeared.
"... Uwa."
The moment they met, Rider immediately wanted to leave this place behind.
Giants are not scary. Back then, Astolfo had fought a giant named Cary Grant with dozens of arms as his opponent and dragged him through the streets in high spirits.
Tough men are not scary either. Even if the opponent is a furious monster, he will take it lightly. But if the tough giant is smiling - there's something creepy about it.
Yes, smiling is very scary. You have broken into the enemy's camp but still smile. Either you are quite confident, or you are crazy enough to ignore the benefits and disadvantages.
"——But, I was summoned just to defeat the enemy. Damn it, okay, let me take care of it!"
With his fear and rationality evaporating, Astolfo showed a springy smile and waved the golden horse gun he just held in his hand.
"Hear my voice from far away! Come and meet me from near and far! I am Astolfo, King Charlemagne's Twelve Warriors! Come here to show off the winner in a dignified manner!!"
Rider, who had long wanted to read out the long-awaited opening remarks, spoke out his real name that was supposed to be hidden. Fortunately, 'Red' Berserker does not have the thinking circuit to formulate tactics based on the opponent's real name.
…No, the worst has happened.
"The 'Black' Rider, Astolfo? The Twelve Holy Knights under Charlemagne. I didn't expect him to be such a poor and weak heroic spirit."
The moment the black robe appeared, the atmosphere was frozen like never before.
Vlad III clenched his fists, Darnic looked ferocious, Serenekai held his breath, and Chiron and Fiore in the distance frowned at the same time, as if facing a formidable enemy.
That is the nightmare engraved in Black's heart, the enemy they hate and fear the most.
Under Black's hostile gaze, the young man passed by the 'black' Rider like a leisurely stroll. Under Astolfo's nervous gaze, he raised his head and looked into the eyes of the 'red' Berserker.
——That is undoubtedly a dangerous behavior, just like not looking directly at a brown bear or wild boar in the wild.
Apparently Spartacus also noticed the man blocking his path. He leaned down with a charming smile and stared at Shuo Yue as if he was going to fight.
But the young man in black robe took off his hood and didn't mind letting the gladiator see the sneer on his face:
"Rebel, have you made up your mind to point your fist and sword towards the other side?"
Spartacus looked at this tiny man, and after a long time, as if he had seen through his face, he straightened up.
"Rebellion is my life! You are not an oppressor now, get out of the way! Or sing a song of victory and move forward with me!"
Not an oppressor now? What about before? Is there a certain situation where this mysterious assassin is also a member of the oppressors?
Spartacus's words obviously revealed a certain nature of the young man in black robe. Even if the battle was imminent, the master and servants of the black side couldn't help thinking, trying to find out the information about Shuo Yue.
Faced with the invitation of the 'red' Berserker, Shuo Yue did not hesitate, but simply shook her head:
"Although I appreciate rebellion, unfortunately, I have too many ties to 'dictators'."
As if he had thought of something, the young man's eyebrows softened, he smiled and stepped forward, passing by the lonely gladiator.
"However, even if I don't have the position to help you, I will protect you on the battlefield behind you, the 'Red' Berserker."
After a slight pause in his steps, and leaving the last words of 'blessing', the young man in black robe disappeared into the forest.
"Just feel free to rebel against all tyranny."
The dangerous servant has left. Not only Black breathed a sigh of relief, but even Spartacus, who was known for his fearlessness of death, grinned again and directed murderous intent towards Astolfo.
"Rebellion is my life! Oh, oppressor from afar! I will crush you completely with my blade!"