Chapter 72：

Throwing to Spartacus laboriously, Shirou shouted: "Spartacus, use this weak sword to defeat the oppressor!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh -!"

Spartacus took the giant sword and rushed into the army like a giant of the ancient times.

Iskandar yelled: "The phalanx has changed four times! Fight against the giants blocking the road!"

In an instant, [The King's Army] changed.

The heavy armored unit blocked Spartacus, and then the archer unit behind it, drawing a bow and arrows, and shooting at Spartacus.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Spartacus was pierced with bows and arrows, but his face was still the smile of unhurried love.

The more he hurts, the stronger the magic brewing in his body. At this moment, the body has expanded to fifteen meters, not only that, every time it expands, [Mortal Wisdom] will increase its aura.

The heat from his burly and huge body is like a steaming air current, making the air around him become scorching hot.

The great sword [projected] by Shiro in Spartacus's hand swung like moonlight.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Accompanied by the screams, the heavy armor of those heavily loaded units was directly split by the great power of Spartacus and swept out, unable to stop it even for a moment, and died on the spot!

The corpses are mixed with the sea of ​​blood and merged into a dead human meat grinder.

Shirou shuddered. Webber shuddered.

Such a big world, whether it is a mortal Shirou, or Webber who is addicted to the narrow inner world, has never seen or experienced it.

A little bit. A little bit. The big world of Iskandar, the rebellion of Spartacus, myths descended on the general battlefield. A little bit. A little bit of tearing apart the narrow inner world of two ordinary people.

Shi Lang could feel that his humble, narrow and ordinary spirit was being torn apart by this mighty and mighty army step by step. Trembling. Shocked. Then, little by little, little by little was infused with the spirit of conquest.

"Welcome to the real world hegemony!" Iskandar laughed, and then swiped the sword of Cyprus, loudly saying: "The phalanx changes its eleventh!"

[The King's Army] has changed again. The heavily armored soldiers gave way to Iskandar. Spartacus yelled, rushing towards Iskandall with great momentum.

"Idiot, Idiot, Idiot! Why did you open the phalanx--?" Webber was terribly scared, looking at the giant that had swelled to fifteen meters like a mountain, he was terrified.

Iskandar's complexion remained unchanged, and even a smile full of joy on his face.

"Crack—"

A strange voice sounded, and then "Kakaka", the ground collapsed, and Spartacus rushed to Iskandall, his body collapsed directly, leaving only a huge head.

It turned out that as early as when the heavy armored arms encircled Spartacus, there was already a corps trapping the quicksand in front of Iskandar.

Iskandall drew his long sword, stepped on Spartacus's cheek, and pierced Spartacus's right eye with a sword.

"Hey--!"

The blood mixed with tears burst out like a column, dyeing Iskandar's cheeks red. Iskandar smiled heartily: "This is the king's big world, the king's hegemony, and the king's conquest. The heroes in the real world are introduced as Berserker. You--, do you feel it?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The magic power in Spartacus's body became stronger, and his body swelled to more than 20 meters. His hands stretched out of the quicksand pit, struggling to crawl out directly. He was dancing wildly with this huge sword in his hand, and the one in it was either dead or wounded.

The corpses were all over the field, blood flowed into rivers, and the viscera and pancreas, which were crushed and ravaged into minced meat, were all over the floor.

This is a barbaric world.

This is a world of hegemony.

This is--, from the ancient times, the first and most real, the wild world of men!

Civilization? Morality? Good and evil? ...... All the false and false things praised have disappeared!

Words are useless, praises are useless, strategies are useless... There is only the most primitive wildness in the blood of men!

Conquer—or—be conquered!

"Hahahahaha!" Iskandar had already left, and under the control of the heavy soldiers, he laughed boldly.

Fight. Bloody. Cruel... Through everything, the most real is the world of hegemony called men!

Spartacus is stronger, like an ancient giant, killing a group of soldiers at will, and raising a foot to kill a group of soldiers. Even the heat spit out is enough to blow over the soldiers circle after circle!

However, no one could tell that he was approaching his limit.

Yes. It's almost reaching the limit.

The magic brewing in that body has already begun to turmoil, and has begun to gradually approach the brink of self-destruction.

Can Spartacus’ extreme self-detonation destroy [The King’s Army]?

Shiro didn't know, because Spartacus had never fought with Iskandall in Fate.

However, looking at this vast world, Shirou knew that this was probably impossible.

In this war, the only one that can destroy this world is the sword that breaks the ground.

Swords and shields could not defeat Wang Zhiwei, who had conquered more than five million square kilometers.

Heroes who set off a rebellion cannot defeat the imperial hegemon who dominates millions of kilometers.

But...

There are not only swords and shields, but also eyes and brains!

The sword and the shield protect the eye and the brain, and the brain and the eye also protect the shield and the sword.

Shi Lang took a deep breath, then raised his palm.

"I am the bone of the sword I hold..."

Singing the mantra of [Infinite Sword System], in a daze, Shiro saw a lonely and bleak red figure standing full of big gears like a steel factory.

Undoubtedly, this is the record that inspired the Palace of Heroes in the spirit foundation.

"Huh—? Is this—?" Iskander frowned and looked at Shirou. "Are you going to use the treasure, Caster?"

Chapter 51 I am, no longer alone! [Second more]

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