24 years old, alien god, raising the era of humanity

"It's a bit exaggerated. The number of undead creatures destroyed by this Noble Phantasm is estimated to be tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands."

In the BB live broadcast room, both the sub-interface where Mordred is located and the sub-interface where Spartacus is located can see the true form of this Noble Phantasm, and everyone is sighing for this all-conquering power.

If humans want to achieve this kind of killing range and effect, they can only use missiles to clear the ground. It is not a viewing experience at all with the heroic spirit looking so relaxed and carefree.

"Spartacus! Are you still alive? Where did you go?"

Riding the surfboard to where Spartacus was originally, Mordred looked around in confusion.

What about people?

She just saw a devilish muscular man running rampant here, why is he gone now?

"Sir Mordred..."

The integrity knights following Mordred were really ashamed. They pointed to the desert beneath their feet, which was covered with a large amount of yellow sand.

As they pointed out, there was also movement underground.

First, a big hand with thick joints and gnarled muscles came out of the ground, and then there was strong magic power that dispersed, and the figure of Spartacus immediately jumped out of the ground.

"Puff puff……"

"Ahem hahaha... Mordred, do you want to send me into the underground too?"

"This love is really too heavy."

After coughing a few times and spitting out the sand he accidentally swallowed, Spartacus said in a somewhat embarrassed tone.

He was pinned down by Mordred's Noble Phantasm just now. If he didn't have many life-saving skills, he might have returned to the Throne of Heroes directly.

"Uh...hahaha, am I not eager to save people..."

Mordred said awkwardly as he jumped off the surfboard.

She did use too much force just now, and she almost smashed Spartacus to pieces with the sand wave.

"Eh...you just called me Mordred? Do you know me?"

Walking up to Spartacus, Mordred patted the man in surprise, who was more than two meters tall and had strong tendons all over his body.

She hasn't introduced herself to this guy yet, and it's impossible for him to check her information online.

"Of course, we are fighters fighting side by side to resist the tyrant!"

Hitting his chest with an iron rod stained with black blood, Spartacus had a sunny and cheerful smile on his face.

145. Darius III enters

"Fighters who fight against the tyrant together...?"

"Does it mean that we fight against the undead army together and resist that Darius III?"

After hearing what Spartacus said, Mordred said with some uncertainty.

Under the current situation, they could indeed be called fighters fighting against the tyrant together, but looking at this man who was like muscle itself, a familiar feeling arose in her heart.

It seemed that...not here, they had fought together before.

"Darius III... Hahaha! Tyrant! Oppressor!"

"Slave tens of millions of undead and force them to fight for themselves!"

"That existence is undoubtedly the embodiment of oppression!"

Spartacus suddenly laughed. He was much taller than Mordred. In comparison, he was like the gap between a child and an adult.

The girl in the sailor suit stood up straight, her head only reaching the defiant hero's abdomen.

"You guys...are you talking about him?"

Feeling that the other party avoided some important topic, Mordred said angrily, raising the surfboard in his hand as if he was going to slap Spartacus at the next moment.

"Your Excellency Mordred... now is not the time for small talk. The surrounding undead cavalry and undead legions are all coming here..."

At this time, the integrity knights drove over quickly in their vehicles. They said with heavy faces, while explaining the severe pressure faced by this battlefield.

Even if Mordred uses his Noble Phantasm to temporarily crush all the undead in this area, more undead will be replenished from the surrounding battlefields. As long as Darius III is not killed, the undead will The quantity is an unimaginable number.

"That's it, let's leave quickly..."

Mordred thought about it and felt that it was not appropriate to continue questioning Spartacus in this situation. The most important thing was to leave this dangerous whirlpool first.

Because of the reinforcement mechanism of the undead cavalry, their reinforcements will only come in a steady stream. Once a legion like the one just formed is formed again, it will be extremely difficult to break through.

"Come on, big man!"

After pulling up Raspadacus' iron pants, Mordred found that the strong man showed no sign of following them into the car and leaving.

This couldn't help but make a lot of anxious emotions rise in her heart. This was not the time to stay in a daze.

"Mordred, do you think there is a place in this world without oppression?"

His body remained motionless, Spartacus grinned and looked into the distance. His short pale blond hair was blown away by the wild wind, and the iron rod in his hand disappeared without knowing when.

"Who knows about that kind of thing?"

After saying something impatiently, Mordred wanted to pull Spartacus into the car, but after seeing his smiling but serious expression, he couldn't help but answer seriously.

"Maybe there is, but it's more likely that there isn't."

"As long as there are people, there will be oppression, because humans themselves are a manifestation of oppression."

"But... since people like you exist, it proves that oppression is not a system that cannot be abandoned. One day, an ideal world will come."

Thinking of this, Mordred couldn't help but touch his chest.

When the Holy Grail is full, Camelot will reappear in the world.

She has made a wish to the Holy Grail, to allow her father to rule Britain again, and to create a world where her father does not have to bear everything.

But will Camelot be the ideal city that everyone longs for, and will The Lion King be the king that everyone is satisfied with?

To be honest, Mordred didn't know.

She made this wish not because she wanted to make the world a better place so that humans could survive under the threat of alien gods.

Mordred just wanted to be recognized by King Arthur.

"Yes, yes, what you said makes perfect sense."

Looking back, Spartacus glanced at Mordred approvingly.

"If there is no such ideal place now, then start from now on to create that kind of place."

"This land is sprinkled with the blood of the oppressed, but this is not enough, not nearly enough."

"Use our bones to pave a road."

Following his words, there was movement underground.

Pale skeletal hands, dry arms, and broken corpses.

"This is……"

Mordred was shocked. He didn't expect that Spartan Hex, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was actually a necromancer?

"Listen, the sound of the oppressor's hooves."

Before Mordred could ask a question, Spartacus acted as if he was listening.

At the same time, the ground began to shake, and the yellow sand beneath his feet squirmed like a living creature.

rumble rumble rumble...

There were countless footsteps, some from monsters, some from undead, and some from demonic pigs.

They were running, fearful, and wreaking havoc.

It seemed like there was hell behind them. In order to escape the infinite terror, all creatures were driven towards this side.

"The tyrant is here."

Spartacus's body glowed with light, a set of thick plate armor and a bright red cloak appeared on him, and a sharp sword reappeared in his hand.

This is the hero of resistance, this is the greatest sword fighter of ancient Rome, Spartacus is holding the flag high here.

"Oh, exactly now!"

"O oppressor! Love! Love! Love!"

"Let me feel it! Is your absurd love capable of overturning all this, or my Spartacus's rebellious love that is better!"

Mordred looked into the distance, and saw a black torrent rushing in. Countless demon pig knights boiled on the ground. Wherever they passed, a large number of undead crawled out of the ground.

Even under the feet, a small number of undead creatures have begun to resurrect.

"This is...Darius III has come in person. Is his Noble Phantasm working now?"

Mordred's face didn't look good. The number of enemies might have exceeded the million level and were heading towards the tens of millions level.

What's more, those black undead cavalry, whose combat effectiveness is comparable to ordinary heroic spirits, cannot be solved without the use of Noble Phantasms.

"Lord Mordred! Be careful!"

The voice of the integrity knight troops sounded from behind, and at the same time there was continuous gunfire.

Mordred's whole body tensed up. She felt the fatal threat and quickly picked up her surfboard to block it from behind.

In the midst of the hail of bullets fired by the knights, a skeleton horse was riding a bone horse covered in green flames, covered in blue-black heavy armor, holding an exaggerated spear in its hand, and a giant skeleton with a cold gray-grey eyes. Come rushing.

Behind him, hundreds of undead cavalry followed.

Unlike the previous naked undead cavalry who rode demon pigs and charged headfirst, these are elite cavalry wearing armor and holding lances!

They are the bodyguards of Darius III!

The leader is the super-advanced monster that once appeared on the moon - the King of Skeletons!

146. A battlefield full of despair

"Oops...go!"

Mordred felt extremely strong pressure from the charging Bone King.