Chapter 62：

Shi Lang glanced at the alley, turned around without hesitation, and was about to leave.

This kind of weird sound can be heard as soon as it is heard, and the ghost knows what is doing weird and terrifying things, and it is just right to make a detour.

Daring will help the world, while the poor will help the world alone. Weakness is not a problem. Weakness and arrogance are also stupid behaviors.

But the next moment--

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

From the small alley came a high-pitched cry like a ghost crying wolf howling, one was covered with blood, even with a few severed fingers in the folds of the skirt, and ran out with horror on his face. He looked crazy, as if he had witnessed the indescribable horror.

Shi Lang wailed in his heart.

——Why do I always encounter such things!

His gaze finally settled on his lucky E, and Shi Lang complained. Is this not only inheriting the abilities of the Heroic Guard, but also the bad luck of the Heroic Guard? However, he is clearly called Fujimaru Shiro!

Shirou turned his head back.

He didn't dare to expose his back to unknown opponents.

"Boom boom boom——"

It was as if a huge toe stepped on the ground, making the sound of a giant falling.

Shi Lang's heart tightened, he merged with the spiritual foundation, and slowly retreated.

However, at this time, a familiar burly giant finally walked out of the alley. The blood and milky white serum mixed with fragments of some organs, stuck to his burly body, and that huge face was full of blood and a leisurely smile.

He stretched out his hand and patted the shoulder of the girl who was brought out of the alley by him, "Weak, the road to freedom has been opened. Go on. Go to freedom."

The girl was covered in white clothes with blood, her eyes were dull, as if she had a nervous breakdown, trembling, walking forward like a puppet.

Seeing the appearance of this young girl, Shirou closed his eyes. The girl's clothes were messy, and the woman who had fled earlier had severed fingers and hands on her body.

He probably understood. It should also be understood.

The hero of the weak is the sword and shield to protect the weak and to overthrow the oppressor who bullies the weak. However, the oppressors of this world are not only heroes from ancient times, but also modern people.

Especially in the context of the Great Depression, everyone is struggling with food and clothing.

The poorer the place, the more chaotic, so there are especially many bad oppressors who retaliate against the world during this period.

Oppression, bullying, revenge... Completely surrendered to pure human evil, venting my confusion and fear about the future.

And these people are the enemies of Spartacus, the sword of the weak.

When he reached the entrance of the alley and looked inside, Shirou covered his mouth.

It was a ravaged landscape that could not be overstated as hell. It was indescribably bloody. It was like a shadowy hand that pinched Shirou's heart, his stomach pouch was overwhelmed, and he was breathless.

With the ex-level frenzy, Spartacus's physical parameters were upgraded, but he almost lost all his rationality. Without rational restraints and checks and balances, Spartacus can still instinctively call out "I am the sword of the weak, the shield of the weak, and blaze a path of freedom for the weak."

This may be Spartacus's voluntary instinct to help the victims and rebel against the perpetrators. But he lacks rationality, he can no longer control this instinct, this kindness.

The uncontrollable good is, in a way, the uncontrollable evil.

No one is purely good, no one is purely evil. The most wicked gangsters also have a good side, and the cleanest and brightest good men also have an evil side. The only difference is whether rationality can control the boundary between the two.

And Spartacus has lost most of his rationality.

Whether it’s a true mythical hero or a hero of the weak. These existences called heroes are mobs with powerful personal force for modern society. It is the trampler of the law, the destroyer of order, and the scourge of civilization.

Modern society under the rule of law does not need them at all!

In ancient times, they were heroes, but in modern times, they are the remnants of ancient and backward barbarism.

However, even so, Shirou still made a very serious request to this weak hero, "I am the weak, can you be my shield and my sword? Will you protect me from the other side of freedom?"

In this way, the weak are eager for the heroes of the weak. Hope.

The hero's answer is also extremely simple: "Weak, I will open your way to freedom!"

Isn't this a matter of course?

The sword of the weak, the shield of the weak, even if the reason is completely lost, but still remember the hero who defends the weak, how can he refuse the help of the weak?

"You will be my sword and shield, and I will be your eyes and head. Let's live together!"

Shirou declared so, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Spartacus's palm.

And Spartacus's response was--

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! There is a breath of oppression of the weak!"

Spartacus calmly smiled with love, turned around and dragged Shilang away.

"Huh——? Huh eh eh eh——?"

Holding Shi Lang's arm, strong muscle strength and quick posture, De Shi Lang directly seemed to be blown by a typhoon, and the whole person flew up and took a mouthful of cold air.

However, the original agreement constituted.

The weak found his sword and shield, while the hero found his eyes and brain.

But what will the final outcome be?

The king of mankind in a golden armor stands on the tower, seeing everything in his eyes. Yes, from the beginning to the end, he has been watching since the fire began to blaze.

As long as the fire is still burning, as long as the person has not reached the end, he will keep watching, watching directly.

That fire, he also burned when he was young.

It's just that the nature is different.

He is a wedge made by God.

With the power and wisdom of the gods, he is the hero of the gods.

He is the end of the age of the gods, the ancestor of the age of kings, and the hope that the gods merge with the age of mankind to maintain their existence, but he leads people to rebel against the gods.

To be praised. Was praised.

Then-

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