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

In terms of momentum alone, the King of Skeletons, who led the charge with hundreds of elite undead cavalry, had already surpassed Iskandar's Noble Phantasm that she had fought against not long ago in terms of sheer power.

"Mordred, escape is temporary."

"Only by standing up and resisting can the oppressors wake up."

"It's now...it's now! Let them feel the love of my Spartacus!"

Waving his hand to block Mordred's pull, Spartacus faced the incoming army of Darius III without fear.

Although everyone can now see that the human side currently occupies an absolute disadvantage, this rebellious hero has no plans to retreat. The path he chooses has always been the most difficult one.

"Really... you are crazy!"

Mordred was furious. Any rational person would have to avoid the edge when faced with millions of undead. Now she finally understood why Spartacus could communicate and seem to have the ability to think, but he was still a Berserker. .

"This is what is called great adversity, and the resistance to this desperate battlefield! This is my endless love, Spartacus!"

Pushing away Mordred's hand that was still trying to pull him away, Spartacus laughed and charged towards the black undead cavalry led by the King of Bones.

His footsteps stepped on the loose yellow sand, making them sound loud even in the middle of this chaotic battlefield.

Looking down from the sky, Spartacus stood out from the crowd and rushed towards the front of the army that was so terrifying that the audience in the BB live broadcast room who were watching this scene were filled with fear.

As the world watched, as Mordred and the integrity knights watched, the world's greatest sword fighter, holding his iron sword high, ran into the undead cavalry.

Like a flash flood striking a rock, Spartacus blocked the cavalry's attack for a moment, but the next moment he was knocked down by more cavalry, trampled by countless horse hooves, and flowers of blood and flesh burst out from his body. .

These personal guards of Darius III led by the King of Bones are all elite cavalry riding high-level monsters [undead war horses]. The strength of each of them is on the same level as Ifrit who Lu Bu killed.

And the military force composed of so many high-level monsters is completely beyond the scale that ordinary heroic spirits can stop.

"...Spartacus!"

Seeing this scene, which was like hitting a stone with an egg, Mordred's eyes widened in disbelief.

But the next moment, her body acted subconsciously. The huge sand wave was picked up by the surfboard, and it ran over the elite undead cavalry without hesitation.

"I'm so crazy..."

With this thought in his mind, Mordred did not stop activating the Noble Phantasm, but instead shouted to the bewildered integrity knights behind him.

"I'm going to bring Spartacus back! Observe the formation of the undead army, find the weak point opened by Snow and others, and break out!"

Having said this, she gritted her teeth and added another sentence.

"This time... you performed very well. If you can go back alive, on behalf of my father, I will recognize you as the solemn knights of Camelot!"

Integrity Knights are the title given to soldiers who have been strengthened by magic rituals, while Sovereign Knights are the title of the cavalry regiment that protects Camelot.

The knights who fought with Mordred this time gained Mordred's trust and recognition. This kind of courage to fight deep into the enemy's camp and never give up on allies is the inheritance of the spirit of chivalry.

"Sir Mordred...take care..."

The integrity knights standing at the front saluted Mordred, who was facing the front of Darius III's army. The place they were in was not the most dangerous place to fight.

With Spartacus and Mordred blocking the black undead cavalry and a group of high-level monsters, the integrity knights only need to break through some low-level undead resurrected by Darius III to rush out.

"Salute to you!"

"Salute to you!"

"Salute to you!"

Many integrity knights stood upright and unanimously saluted the two heroic spirits blocking the front of the army.

Such a feat of riding one horse against a thousand deserves everyone's respect.

Even if you don't recognize the identity of Mordred, a rebellious knight, when you see that thin figure rushing towards thousands of troops without hesitation, you will feel heroic and heroic emotions in your heart.

"Mordred, she is really, I cried to death..."

"Exchanging the lives of heroic spirits for the lives of soldiers... Although it may be irresponsible to say this, is it not worth it for mankind as a whole?"

"What do you know? It is precisely because heroic spirits can do such things that they are the heroes etched in human history!"

"Spartacus! Mordred! Come on! Don't lose to these ugly undead!"

"Everyone, please pray, we can also become light and let the sword of salvation reappear in Mordred's hands!"

When the audience in the BB live broadcast room saw the two heroic knights risking their lives to block the front of the integrity knights behind them, they could not help but feel admiration and admiration in their hearts.

Some people are lamenting the greatness of the heroic spirit, some are discussing whether this is a rational behavior, and some even want to imitate the last time the Sword of Salvation appeared and turn themselves into light and send it to Mordred.

But now these are all in vain. Regardless of the meaninglessness of their praise, there is no crisis of annihilation in the Middle East battlefield this time, and there is no chance for the Crown Sword to appear at all.

And right in the center of the undead army that filled the mountains and covered almost half of the desert, a huge black figure stood up from a demon pig that was more than 30 meters tall.

Darius III opened his mouth wide, the golden ornaments on his body glowed with scorching light, and a stream of hot flames spurted out from his mouth.

Along with the flames, there was a war cry that sounded like an ancient voice.

"ゴォォォォ......"

"w(?Д?)w"

As the monarch roared, tens of millions of undead souls also screamed.

Their death sounds merged into one, almost turning the world into chaos.

At the moment when this shocking scene appeared, the King of Bones, who led the Undead Cavalry Guards Regiment, also took action.

The dead fire bone horse under him howled sharply, his right hand held the giant lance high, and a blue-black light flashed in his eyes.

"The Mark of Destruction!"

The soul fire in the King of Bones' body surged crazily, spurting out from the gaps in every bone. The majestic power made the bone horse under his crotch creak.

"Rust destroys the sharp spear!"

The giant lance suddenly rushed out, targeting Mordred who was riding the huge sea of ​​sand.

The power of this blow was simply devastating, and unimaginable power was concentrated on the tip of the Skeleton King's spear.

It was originally a super powerful monster that only appeared in high-difficulty dungeons. After being strengthened by Darius III's Noble Phantasm, it became as powerful as a first-class servant.

Now the spear that had gathered all its power was thrust out, and it actually pierced the desert waves summoned by Mordred like a balloon!

The huge sand wave collapsed!Mordred's Noble Phantasm was destroyed head-on!

147. Death in battle is the fate of heroic spirits

"How is this possible... the heroic spirit's Noble Phantasm was actually destroyed!"

"No! Mordred! You don't want to die!"

"This is probably because the Noble Phantasm in Mordred's swimsuit form does not have the legendary bonus. Generally speaking, the Noble Phantasm of a heroic spirit cannot be unlocked by unknown people."

"Why is this happening! Is there no one to save me? Mordred and Spartacus are going to be doomed!"

"Where's Merlin? Where's the court magician? Isn't it time for him to come on stage in this situation?"

When the King of Bones broke Mordred's Noble Phantasm, the audience in the BB live broadcast room was as stunned as if they had been hit in the head.

They thought the King of Skeletons looked quite intimidating, but they never thought that a skeleton could actually break the noble phantom of a heroic spirit.

This is the legendary proof of a hero, the reappearance of mythical power, the crystallization of fantasy that transcends human intelligence!

But no matter how much they couldn't believe it, no matter how much they yelled and cursed, the fact was the fact and it would not change because of anyone's words.

On the battlefield, Mordred, who was riding a surfboard, also showed an unacceptable expression.

"Where's my spray? Where's my big spray?"

The yellow sand she brought with her exceeded thousands of tons, and she was actually shot through by a skeleton. How could people face reality?

"I am the one guarding the gates of Babylon, a servant of Queen Nitocris of Assyria, and a mere red dragon descended from mythology. How dare I act so rampant in front of me, the bodyguard of God?"

Unexpectedly, after the King of Bones shattered Mordred's Noble Phantasm, he did not lead the undead cavalry to rush over. Instead, he stood proudly on the spot with his horses and guns raised.

His voice was hoarse and strange, but it was filled with inexplicable divinity.

"Gate of Babylon? Queen of Assyria? Guard of God?"

Mordred's historical knowledge is not very good. Although he made up for the history of the Mesopotamia before coming to the Middle East, he has not memorized it by heart. At most, he only knows a few of the most famous people here. Just the king.

Such as Gilgamesh, King of Uruk, Iskander, King of Conqueror, Darius III, King of Persia...

If we have to talk about the queen of Assyria, the most famous one is of course Semiramis, the witch known as the oldest poisoner in history.

However, Mordred didn't know who this King of Skeletons was, but Brother Youdong stood up and explained in the BB live broadcast room.

"The Assyrian dynasty is a country that has been recorded since the [-]th century BC. In the [-]th century BC, it became the strongest empire in the Mesopotamia. It once conquered Syria, Babylonia, Egypt and other countries, and established The most powerful civilization in the Mesopotamia."

"In the ancient historian Herodotus's "History of the Greek-Persian Wars", Darius III once discovered the Babylonian treasures left by the Queen of Assyria, and opened this door openly to all the kings of Babylon. Treasures that have never been opened.”

"Although Darius III did not obtain anything from this empty tomb, he was recognized by Queen Nitocris of Assyria and implemented benevolent policies that made the country rich."

Once these words came out, they could be regarded as explaining the power of this King of Skeletons.

It turns out that he is the guardian of the Gate of Babylon, a monster that appeared according to the legend that Darius III once used his kingly courage to open a door that no king of Babylon had ever opened.

If that's the case, it would be understandable that he could break the heroic spirit's Noble Phantasm.

As a monster guarding the Gate of Babylon, it would be strange for him not to have such strength.

"You skeleton...you actually said some strange things, who knows that kind of thing!"

After looking around and finding no one to explain to him, Mordred showed a pure look that was not contaminated by knowledge.

She simply ignored the nonsense the skeleton said, stomped her surfboard and hit the King of Skeletons.

In order to alleviate the embarrassment, it is better to start the fight directly.

"Ignorant barbarian..."

Although the King of Skeletons could not show any expression, his tone was still full of helplessness.

Facing Mordred's thunderous hammer-like blow with a surfboard, even the guardian of the Gate of Babylon could only raise his spear in a defensive posture.

The giant lance and the surfboard collided in mid-air, as if two steamrollers were colliding head-on, emitting a thunderous roar that could shatter the eardrums.

"Get out!"

With a wave of the skeleton's arm, the giant lance swept out, and Mordred was knocked away along with the surfboard.

The King of Skeletons is a monster with a small amount of divinity and a large amount of magic. Even the blood of the red dragon cannot suppress it in terms of power.