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

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

While little Jack received a large number of dead infant souls, Medea, who was following the conquering king's army, also received a message.

"Will it create a perfect opportunity for me to obtain the Holy Grail within Mordred?"

"This is really an offer that no one can refuse."

Playing with the purple amulet in her hand, Medea's entire face was shrouded in a black robe.

This traitorous witch has always used any means to achieve her goals.

As long as you can get the Holy Grail and complete your revenge, nothing else matters.

149.Two heroes

The conspiracies outside the battlefield are left behind for now.

On the battlefield in the Middle East, just when the King of Bones was about to take Mordred's life, Spartacus jumped out of nowhere.

He first pushed Mordred away from the tip of the spear with one palm, and then raised the iron sword in his hand to hold the King of Bones' lance.

Huge force hit the berserker's body, causing the ground beneath his feet to sink by more than ten centimeters.

"Spartacus? You're not dead yet?"

The King of Bones made a surprised sound. He saw this guy being knocked down by the undead cavalry with his own eyes.

In a cavalry charge of that level, being knocked down means being trampled by countless horse hooves. Even a stubborn rock will be easily crushed into powder.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

"Your oppression! Your love! I, Spartacus, really feel it!"

"But if you want to break our rebellious wings, it's not enough in the end. It's easy to be eloquent!"

Smiling ferociously, Spartacus raised his leg and kicked the dead fire bone horse under the King of Bones' crotch.

The armor all over his body had been shattered into pieces, and bulges were rising one after another from the depths of his muscles.

At some point, the body of this rebellious hero had been twisted and deformed. He was now four to five meters tall and looked as terrifying as a monster.

"Ugh... be a little clever..."

Seeing that Spartacus actually kicked his own horse's leg off, the King of Bones could only helplessly jump off the back of the bone horse amid its screams.

The huge skeleton stood on the ground, forming a sharp contrast with the man in front of him who seemed to be piled with muscles.

One is a ten-meter-tall pale skeleton, and the other is a five-meter-tall muscular monster.

At this point, it is no longer clear who is the villain and who is the hero.

"Without the tool of oppression, let me see how you can show off your violence!"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"Come! Come! Guards of the treasures of Babylon!"

"Come and fight me, a fighter with nothing!"

"You won't get anything! All you will get is my love!"

Laughing maniacally, Spartacus ignored the stabbing attacks on himself and waved his weapon straight towards the King of Bones.

This was a life-and-death fight, just like what he had done in the gladiatorial arena of ancient Rome.

"As you wish! I will give you death!"

The King of Skeletons stabbed repeatedly with his lance. A giant spear more than ten meters long was as flexible as lightning in the hands of this skeleton with the size of a giant from the Age of Gods.

With the sharp sound of piercing the air, Spartacus's chest was pierced with several holes, and the deepest spear point even emerged from the broken back.

"It's not enough! It's not enough! It's just a fatal injury!"

"My love! It's not something that can be defeated by this kind of thing!"

He didn't pay attention to the big hole in his chest, because it was quickly filled with a weird pink thing.

Spartacus looked crazy, and the iron sword in his hand was like a dagger in his hand. He simply swarmed up and used his muscles to crush and wrap the enemy.

Like an evil ghost, it pounced on the enemy, and a harsh creaking sound came from the arms.

"There is such a thing..."

The King of Skeletons was surprised to find that after his pelvis was hugged by this muscular monster, several cracks had already spread out.

Even though Spartacus's heart was destroyed, his brute strength seemed to pour out of thin air.

"Well done! Spartacus! I'm here to help you!"

While the two were in a stalemate, Mordred on the side did not continue to lie dead.

Her recovery ability is actually super strong. She is a character with strong vitality. In addition, the Holy Grail is constantly repairing the spirit base in the body. In just these two minutes, most of the injuries on her body have healed.

Lifting the surfboard under his feet, Mordred flashed behind the King of Skeletons, jumped high and then swung the surfboard and smashed it on like a brick.

Kuba!

"Forehead……"

Mordred's strike was very insidious, aiming at the crack in the King of Bones' body that had been captured by Spartacus, that is, the pelvic bone at his crotch.

She had to jump up to hit this position, but such a strange blow finally achieved great results.

The King of Skeletons groaned and fell backwards involuntarily. The huge skeleton showed obvious disharmony.

"Two bugs, you pissed me off!"

"Drink hahaha!!!!"

Covering the gap in his crotch, the King of Skeletons had no expression, but there was an element of embarrassment and anger in his tone.

The huge skeletal body looked up to the sky and roared, and a strong aura spread out from its body in a ring.

No matter who has half of their butt smashed, they will be angry. In the BB live broadcast room, some people who were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously made funny comments such as "The butt doesn't hurt, but the butt is on a tree."

Before, they were looking seriously at the battle between the ancient skeleton and the heroic spirit, but now the style of the painting has changed and they are back to having fun.

"Who are you calling a bug? You expired pork ribs!"

The move was successful and the great revenge was avenged. Mordred raised his head proudly, raised the surfboard and wanted to continue to slap him.

But the King of Bones' anger was not just talk. As his roar resounded through the sky, the earth shook crazily.

The sound of horse hooves, battle roars, and the shouts of the undead cavalry are endless.

"If you can't beat me, just call me little brother, right? I despise you!"

Noticing that the elite undead cavalry behind him who had been standing still were driven to start charging again, Mordred cursed the King of Bones with contempt, and then wanted to run away.

She is a fool, but she is not a fool.

Fighting against this giant skeleton from the Age of Gods is already very difficult, but adding an entire regiment of elite undead cavalry is simply a hell of a challenge.

She only took advantage of Spartacus's control over the King of Bones and exploited his weakness to injure the expired ribs. If it were a head-on confrontation, she would have absolutely no chance of winning.

"Silly man, let's go..."

But when he turned around, Mordred discovered Spartacus' current situation.

This rebellious hero is now in human form, with twisted pink bubbles emerging from all over his body, and astonishing energy fluctuations coming from the inside of those tumor-like things.

"Hohohoho! Hohohoho!"

"Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!"

"The love in my body! It is the love that can rebel against all oppression!"

It's over, this is a complete loss of reason.

Seeing Spartacus's appearance, a picture flashed through Mordred's mind.

She seemed to have seen this guy look like this before. It was under a black castle. The red Berserker also looked like this, and then the next thing was...

"It's going to explode!"

Jumping on the skateboard, Mordred didn't hesitate at all and wet it out in one click.

Guigui, no matter how you look at it, it’s hopeless. It’s going to self-destruct soon!

"Want to run away...?"

The King of Bones took steps to chase after him, trying to stop Mordred.

But Spartacus didn't give him such a chance, and hugged the skeleton's right hand like a madman.

"Don't get in the way! You piece of meat!"

The King of Skeletons was horrified, and the lance in his hand struck fiercely, piercing directly from Spartacus's Heavenly Spirit Cap to the ground.

Then his left hand slapped hard on the joint of his right arm, actually choosing to give up an arm in order to escape the range of Spartacus's Noble Phantasm.

He also discovered that there was no benefit in getting entangled with this meat ball now, and it would be wise to run away quickly.

"Love! Love! Love!"

Spartacus was crucified on the ground, and the shouts became more and more shrill.

The audience in the BB live broadcast room tightened their hearts when they saw this scene. If they couldn't kill the guardian of the Gate of Babylon even at the cost of their lives, then I really don't know who could defeat this skeleton. The king.

What?Are you saying that this thing was not chopped into pieces by Attila on the moon?

Please... The Hun King is just a matter of course. Who can touch a King of the Lost Belt level when they are full?

"Stupid, just hold on to your ideals and drown to death..."

The skeleton of the King of Skeletons was in tatters, but he directly grabbed the war horse of an undead cavalry beside him, turned over, and planned to use the bone horse to escape from Spartacus's self-destruction range.

Don't be ridiculous about dying together. He is a skeleton that has been preserved from the Assyrian Empire. The skeleton of a giant with mythical bloodline is a noble existence by birth.

"Maud... Red..."

Spartacus' left eye was squeezed out of his eye socket by pink bubbles, and his right eye looked at Mordred and the King of Bones chasing after him.

If he activates the power of the Noble Phantasm now, he can actually include the King of Bones.

But Mordred will also be affected.