Chapter 417: The Rebel’s End

Chapter 418 Rebels cannot escape the end

"Hahahahahaha..."

The heart-breaking laughter echoed in the forest. Under the swing of the little giant's sword, even if the trees united to block it, they fell one after another with the explosion.

Accompanied by the gladiator's sad smile, what he swung from his head was a blow that could probably smash Rider's petite body into pieces.

"Wow!"

Although he yelled in vain, Rider still dodged it beautifully with dance-like steps.

But unfortunately, this was a meaningless blow. Berserker's strange power left scars on the ground and affected Rider next to him, sending him flying away with just the shock wave.

The handsome knight in white cloak hit the tree and wrinkled his face in pain.

"It hurts... it's such a fierce blow."

The pain could not be concealed on his face, and his waist was swollen from the impact, but Astolfo still stood up, but there was no fear in his eyes.

Once touched, he will be blown away, unable to fight with strength, and his skills are completely useless. A heroic spirit like him is really bad at facing such an unreasonable barbarian.

Even so, he is still a heroic spirit. What's more, Astolfo, who was one of King Charlemagne's twelve warriors, was not only a brave man who was even called "reason has evaporated", but he was also an adventurer who traveled around the world and established various legends.

Then, what was won in those adventures were various magic attires - horn flutes, books, phantom horses (eagles), and golden mount guns.

"Then, I'm going to fuck... Algalia! Let him see your power!"

Rider galloped forward, and even though he was not riding a horse, his speed was indeed lightning fast. However, for the 'red' Berserker who has forgotten most of his emotions, this attack probably brings joy rather than fear.

The more violent and desperate the blow, the more relieved the reversal of the blow must be. Even if the abdomen is about to be penetrated, the counterattack will definitely make the dictator look desperate.

With this idea in mind, Spartacus raised his broadsword on his own. His blue-white granite-like abdominal muscles were so strong that they dwarfed steel, and he charged against this solid barrier. , is the handsome paladin who lights up the platinum-gold lance in his hand and stabs like a flash of light!

"——Trap of Argalia"

The lance touched Berserker, but was bounced away by his hard skin; the broadsword struck down with great force, but Rider just turned sideways lightly and took advantage of the situation to retreat a few meters away, creating a safe distance.

From a process perspective, this confrontation was ineffective, but the result was not.

After missing the attack, 'Red' Berserker laughed loudly, turned around and was about to attack again, but suddenly, his feet were empty.

"Hahahahahahahaha?!"

With a sudden shake, Berserker felt like he was falling. The ground that should have been firmly stepped on disappeared, and he forgot for a moment the sword that he should have swung down. Even so, his smile did not disappear, and he was not surprised at all. But it is impossible to overturn this unreasonable situation.

boom! The huge body fell to the ground, and Spartacus was finally willing to check the source of the abnormality - his right leg, which was hit by a lance, turned into nothingness at some point.

The Noble Phantasm "Trap of Argalia", this gun is so randomly named, but it can exert the effect just like its name.

According to legend, the horse-gun favored by Algaria, the prince of Gata, can make everything it comes into contact with fall down. The heavily armed knights fell, which on the battlefield meant that they would be linked to death. Even if this were not the case, it is not difficult to imagine how much fame you can gain by using this gun in the extremely gorgeous jousting competition.

And if this gun is used on a Servant, the legend will be realized in the form of forcibly transforming the area below the knees into a spirit body. No matter where it touches the body - even if it touches the armor woven with magic power. The gun will forcibly cut off the supply of magic power to the area below the knees, making physical reconstruction impossible for a period of time.

"How about it, isn't it very powerful?" Holding his beloved Noble Phantasm, Astolfo raised his head proudly and showed off the magic of this lance to the enemy.

However, laughter interrupted his words. This alone could not stop the 'Red' Berserker. If there was still a part above the knees, he would knock down the enemy even if he was crawling.

"Ahahaha... If it's just this level, it's not enough!"

Saying this, the gladiator ejected with the help of one arm, and charged towards Astolfo again with a fierce momentum as if he was going to die together.

But his movement was blocked, and the long-awaited golems that could be easily destroyed by Berserker pounced on him.

A golem weighing more than a ton was pressed against it to seal one of his hands. But ‘Red’ Berserker waved his hands like a child and fought it off. He destroyed the golem's upper body with just one punch. However, even if their heads are blown off, they can still act as if nothing happened until their functions are completely lost. This is the strength of the golems.

They methodically and solemnly covered the 'red' Berserker like ants that have captured their prey. However, the prey is neither a small, powerless animal nor a taro insect. No matter how much the ants gnawed at him, the giant would not stop at all. Even if he was turned into a spirit below his knees, he would still march forward bravely towards the city fortress.

"Hahahahaha, this is great, this is so wonderful. Enemy troops are gathering, and I am covered in wounds. Ah, this is exactly——"

The arm holding the broad sword penetrated the demon statue and stabbed high into the sky:

"A moment worthy of shouting the song of victory!"

Every part of his body was covered in golems. Twice Berserker tried to hold himself up, and kept moving forward despite the shackles of rock, bronze, and steel.

Onward, onwards, onward. Although the gladiator who started the rebellion was a madman, he was not a confused being.

With his nose, skin, ears, eyes, and tongue, he understood that just ahead, the dictator was waiting.

"Yeah, well done."

The low voice was like lightning, making 'Red' Berserker's whole body tremble. He turned his bloodshot eyes and saw the tall black Duke riding on the horse golem.

"...!"

The progress of the 'red' beserker accelerated. Peeling away the golem that was covered in layers in front of him, he definitely saw that one.

"It's you-"

"Exactly, the 'red' Berserker. If you are looking for someone in power, then Yu is the one who stands at the top."

The man was wrapped in aristocratic clothing that was so dark that it seemed to melt into the night. Contrary to black, his face is pale but creepy, and his silky white hair hangs loosely.

In front of the mad gladiators, they declared their opposition, and in response, the 'red' Berserker let out an unprecedented howl.

"Oh, oh... oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! O suppressor!"

'Red' Berserker allowed his passionate emotions to burn his body and spirit. With the infiltrating clicking sound, the shackles composed of countless demon dolls were destroyed, and the burly beast broke out of the cage, accompanied by the violent roar. Smiling, he reached out to grab the Archduke of Wallachia in front of him.

A little more, a little more, and your hands can reach the dictator's head. All the time, no matter when, after this kind of suffering, there is cloudless glory and joy.

The Berserker theory is perfect and complete. No one can find flaws. However, Berserker forgot the important thing. What awaited at the end of the suffering was not victory, but a miserable death and a cruel ending.

It was the voice spoken by the 'black' Lancer in a calm and cruel tone.

"Kazikli Bey"

The ground bulged, and the sharp rafters penetrated the golem's body, easily cutting through the skin that even a lance could not break through, and turned it into the most cruel punishment, imprisoning the intruding 'red' Berserker by piercing it. Three inches of land.

Sawdust was flying, blood was dripping, the body below the knees was transformed into a spirit, countless golems covered the whole body, and everything except the heart and brain were pierced - even then, Berserker was still moving. In order to defeat the imminent dictator. This is no longer something that can be easily settled with words such as hatred and delusion.

That's right, "Black" Lancer wanted to confirm his belief even at the expense of half of the golems. Is he a stupid savage who is content with just rebelling against the powerful, or is he still engraved in his heart the bottom line that he must never give in even if he goes crazy?

Phew, Lancer exclaimed with satisfaction.

"For the rest of my life, I will continue to fight against rebels like you. I will kill them all, impale them on the battlefield, and leave them there until their bodies rot."

"Confronting you like But - I finally understand. Your rebellion is a manifestation of your arrogant soul. You will never sit back and watch the strong ravage the weak at any time. You fight to make the strong become the weak. "

Not for the weak and hypocritical reasons, the Berserker cannot reach that height yet. He just wholeheartedly——

"Dreamers, no, fantasists, have you dreamed of a world of equality? For the first time, I want to show respect for the existence of rebels."

After the winner's grace, Vlad III immediately began to deal with the loser. As soon as he snapped his fingers, the 'Black' Caster next to him stepped forward.

"Let me convert your rebellion. 'Red' Berserker, from now on your masters are us."

The berserker's smile disappeared, and the 'red' Berserker faced the 'black' Lancer with a sad and angry expression. The word he declared was 'slavery'. For Berserker, this is the humiliation and despair beyond death.

"Oh oh oh oh!"

The beast in the cage still wanted to struggle, but 'Black' Caster just calmly gave orders to the golems suppressing Berserker. They immediately turned into fluid and tightly wrapped around Berserker along with the rafter piles. Even the rebellious hero Spartacus could not escape from this stone prison.

The ‘Black’ Rider, who had completed his mission, put away his lance and said hello to the ‘Black’ Lancer impatiently, as if he was about to do something:

“Then there is nothing for me to do next, so I’ll leave first!”

So, Rider hurriedly returned to the fortress in spirit form, of course, to take advantage of this situation. In a short period of time, this should not be a situation where he can take care of a mere android. This is a good opportunity.

——A good opportunity to save the android from suffering.

But what Astolfo didn’t know was that not long after he left, Vlad III was slightly stunned and received a message from the master Danic.

“Lord, another battlefield needs your help.”

Even across the communication line, the Black Lancer could feel the anger and a hint of fear in Danic’s tone.

"That guy went crazy and put our Berserker on the verge of death... If this continues, I'm afraid both of us will lose a Berserker."

There is no need to say who that guy is.

"But, he actually severely injured my subordinates in such a short time." Vlad III was stunned and looked in the direction where the 'Red' Berserker came from. He soon sensed the fiercely intertwined fighting spirit and spiritual energy.

"Guard the rear... So what he said was not a joke?"

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