Chapter 533: The more you fight, the braver?

Chapter 533: The more you fight, the braver?

"Ahahaha!! The oppressor!!" Spartacus burst out laughing, using his seemingly ordinary iron sword to run madly among the soldiers.

At this time, Medb had retreated behind the soldiers, or it should be said that the soldiers were steadily advancing, and she who didn't move, was lagging behind the soldiers.

If you look closely, you will see that Spartacus is heading towards Medb.

It was no wonder that Wu Ming was here.

After all, Spartacus liked to attack what he called oppressors, leaders, and the like, and attacking Medb was common.

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At this moment, a tall man with a spiral sword stood in front of Spartacus, Fergus who was idle after being knocked down by Heracles.

Since Fionn and Diarmuid went to arrest Heracles, Fergus was the only one facing this mad dog-like character.

What, why isn't Medb taking action?

If the emperor was required to take action when something happened, what was the general for?

"Are you a bully too? Ahahaha, oppressor, give me more oppression!!" Spartacus said with a laugh, no longer caring about the other soldiers, and rushed towards Fergus.

Although short-lived, Fergus had also been king, and it was no wonder he was able to attract Fergus' attention.

"Clang!!" The magic sword collided with the ordinary iron sword, making a loud sound.

It was hard to imagine that an ordinary Spartacus iron sword could collide with a magic sword without breaking.

"Ahahahaha! Ahahahahahaha!!" Spartacus, like a mad dog, beat up Fergus randomly.

Fergus, being a Celtic warrior, a member of the Red Branch Knights, and also wielding a magic sword, would naturally not be harmed in a battle with the rebel leader Spartacus.

Judging from his appearance alone, Spartacus was almost killed by Fergus.

However, Fergus discovered that even though Spartacus was badly injured, the Berserker became more energetic the more he fought, no, it had to be said...

"The more you get hurt, the more spirit you get, tsk, I hate super durable men like this." Fergus clicked his tongue, somewhat displeased.

Spartacus had already suffered many wounds. His right arm almost slipped from his body. A large hole was pierced by Caladbolg in his waist and heart. There were multiple half meter long wounds on his body, even his head was smashed in half.

Spartacus' head and heart injuries were all caused by Fergus, when he saw Spartacus getting more and more injured, he immediately attacked these two places.

However, Fergus didn't know this, and his Noble Phantasm probably couldn't kill Spartacus in seconds.

Fergus desperately wanted to let go of the Noble Phantasm, but for now, Fergus was ensnared by the ever-changing Spartacus.

In terms of attributes, apart from Spartacus's durability being higher than Fergus's, the other ability values are also the same as Fergus, or lower than Fergus', and Spartacus' agility ratio is two levels lower than Fergus's.

Fergus also discovered this in his next fight with Spartacus, so he only fought Spartacus for a few rounds, using his own skills, tripped Spartacus, coming behind Spartacus.

Then took the opportunity to quickly distance himself from Spartacus.

"Hah? Bullies." Spartacus rose from the ground, shook his head, and found Fergus not far behind.

Immediately after, Spartacus excitedly raised his iron sword and attacked Fergus.

"Calarbolg, get ready."

Seeing Spartacus running towards him, Fergus calmly lifted Caladbolg.

Fergus shook his head helplessly as he looked at the five meter tall human shaped piece of flesh that had become inhuman due to the accumulated magic power from the injury.

"It was really my misfortune to meet you."

Who said no, it was true that Spartacus as an enemy was an incomparable headache for the enemy, because ordinary means could not kill him.

Well, even being an ally is quite a headache.

Overall, Fergus had enough, he wanted to get rid of this Berserker.

Fergus focused all the magic in his entire body into Caladbolg, and even started to draw his spiritual base (after all, Fergus' magic power was Rank E).

Because Fergus was afraid he couldn't kill this thing.

"Feel this real Rainbow Caladbolg!"

Like the Noble Phantasm in which Ibaraki Doji spent his life, Caladbolg radiated its last colorful brilliance, and even Heracles, Fionn, and Diarmuid stopped fighting, as did Medb in the rear of the army.

The four of them turned their attention to Fergus and Spartacus.

"Oh ah ah ah! Oppressors oh oh oh"

Light covers the earth.