Chapter 43：

Shiro recalled what Skaha said to him-"My training allows you to face the followers, from making you deadly ugly to deadly ugly."

At that time, gentle but with a hint of playful words sounded in his mind.

Yes.

The six-year-old boy named Fujimaru Shiro has no ability to resist in the face of authentic followers.

What to do?

What to do?

Things have exceeded expectations. The mortal who should have retreated, at this moment, because of the oppression of the superior, had to face death.

What to do? What to do?

It's like the call of a drowning man.

People no matter how arrogant in reality, no matter how arrogant they are, and no matter how powerful they are, they also call like this in the face of the threat of death.

Who's coming—,

Help me?

This is just a beautiful fantasy, no one responds, no one responds. The world in the dream has everything, but in reality, who is a hero? Who wants to take their lives to save others?

However, this is a world where heroes exist.

Someone.

There is such a hero who responded to Shirou.

"I am the sword of the weak, and I am the shield of the weak. My sword breaks the chains of the oppressor. My eyes are on the light of freedom, and my feet are walking along the broad road of freedom. Have you seen it, the weak? That's it. The road to freedom!"

The burly and huge body dashed like a chariot, and the berserker with a girlish smile of love, like the tallest giant, carried the collapsed blue sky for the weak. He turned his head and looked at Shirou, "You don't need to be afraid anymore, the weak. Because, I've already come--!"

The perpetrator who had nearly killed Shiro, now became a shield in front of Shiro.

Chapter 33 Can you know this person? [Second more]

Shirou looked complicated as he stared at Spartacus in front of him.

The world is really unpredictable.

Spartacus, who had nearly killed himself, now stands in front of him like a shield.

"Rabid Dog!"

Gilgamesh sneered at the appearance of Spartacus and showed contempt.

"Are you a hero in the world as Berserker?" Iskandar smiled heartily, "It looks sensible. So, are you willing to join this king?"

However, in the face of the followers, Spartacus, who stood in front of Shirou, showed a very ambiguous smile of love, and his gaze swept Gilgamesh and others one by one, "The pressurer, the abuser... oh Oh oh oh oh oh-I will never let you deprive the weak of their freedom!"

However, when his gaze fell on Altria, he couldn't help but pause, and the expression on his face became more excited, "My ally?"

Altria's expression remained unchanged. This big guy knew at a glance that it was a delirious Berserker, who plunged into the battlefield abruptly, and provoked all the followers, and finally said he was an ally? Is this madness, or is it a conspiracy behind the master?

Altria didn't know, but she was already preparing to leave the battlefield. If only she was alone, Altria would have to fight to the death, but the person behind her was the one she swore to protect her. Once as the king, she was wayward once and buried Camelot. Taking a ditch and gaining a wisdom, now naturally she can't let her be willful.

Altria doesn't care about Spartacus's nonsense, but some people care about it.

"Bastard! Who allows you to look at this king's dignity with such filthy eyes?" Gilgamem was like an angry god, rushing into the crown, blasting several treasures in an instant, and bombarding Spartacus!

For the arrogant Gilgamesh, Spartacus's ambiguous gaze, perhaps really like mud, is a tarnish.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!!"

Gilgamesh's treasure pierced Spartacus's body directly. Blood spattered, the earth cracked, and the explosions roared again and again.

Great opportunity! Shi Lang's heart was bright, and he wanted to escape from the chaos, but Di Lu Muduo, who had already been staring at him, held two guns and stared at him like an eagle.

Shirou did not dare to move rashly, nor did he dare to leave Spartacus, who was using his body as a shield, too far.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Oh! Continue to oppress me, continue to abuse me. In my own body, I will blaze a path of freedom--!"

His body began to grow bigger and his breath became stronger.

"Tsk."

Gilgamesh showed an expression of displeasure, then snapped his fingers, and the mountain giant sword that once suppressed Spartacus appeared again, suppressing him like Tarzan.

"You have enough treasures." Iskandar looked at Gilgamesh with interest and smiled heartily: "I am more and more interested in you."

"Huh."

In response, Gilgamesh returned a cold look, but Iskandar still smiled heartily.

Not good! Spartacus was suppressed!

Shi Lang's heart jumped.

"It seems that there are no obstacles preventing me from crusade against you." Dilumudo danced a spear and said with some serious eyes.

"Lancer, why do you have to attack me?" Shirou's black cloak wrapped tightly around him. It's so cold.

"How do you say? For your servant who is famous for the glory of the polluting hero, he will naturally be punished in the name of a knight. And my monarch agrees to this." Dilumudo said indifferently.

"Why do you conclude that I am a servant in the name of tarnishing the glory of the hero?" Shilang was furious. I am just a six-year-old child, and the spiritual foundation of the fusion is also the palace of the heroic spirits. Where does the name of the traitor come from? Why is my innocence defiled?

"Your treasure, or your ability. It is enough to determine this." Dilumudo said.

Damn it! My treasure, my ability, where do I have--

Could it be that?

Shi Lang was taken aback for a moment. His treasures and ability panels were all inherited from the Hall of Heroes. The only difference was the skill associated with mortals.

——【Mortal Wisdom D: None of us are chosen by nature, but we are the masters of our lives. The good ones sing it, the evil ones destroy it, that's it. 】

However, Skaha hadn't said it. This is just a record of the survival wisdom of mortals. Where is the reason for the hostility of Dilumudo and the followers?

Damn it! Seeing Di Lu Muduo approaching gradually, Shi Lang didn't have the energy to think about the messy things, and tried his best to think about how he should survive?

"Oh oh oh oh oh !!! The weak are suffering, the weak are being oppressed, how can I stand by?" The hero of the weak, the sword of the weak, the shield of the weak, the hero who pioneered the freedom of the oppressed, Spartacus, like a giant, thrust a huge sword like a mountain with a surging momentum, and climbed out of the pit.

"Oh—?" Gilgamesh was also a little surprised. The huge sword is as big as a mountain, and its weight is by no means comparable to that of ordinary things, but it was moved away by Spartacus.

"The momentum is better than before!" Webber pulled Iskandall's cloak, shivering.