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

He closed his eyes with difficulty and suppressed the urge to roar.

This scene was objectively captured by the camera in the BB live broadcast room, causing the audience who saw this scene to fall silent.

"Spartacus...is a gentle berserker."

"Isn't it hard to endure the pain?"

"Damn it! That skeleton actually pinned this great hero to the ground. I really want to take it and put it in a pressure cooker to make soup!"

Just when everyone was regretting that Spartacus' sacrifice could not be taken away with the King of Bones due to the presence of friendly forces, a stream of light across the sky across half of the battlefield really broke the status quo.

call out!

Sharp sonic boom shock waves exploded in the field, and the Skeleton King, who was smiling proudly on the bone horse, was instantly shot backwards.

"What! There are still masters!"

It was shot into the air, and the skull showed a humanized look of horror.

But the changes have not stopped yet. Following this arrow, several more arrows came in succession.

They were like a divine punishment given to sinners, crushing every joint of the King of Bones with precision, and then nailed the huge skeleton to the ground together with it.

And...it's on the ground next to Spartacus!

"It's Arash! Our great hero has arrived!"

"Fuck! That's awesome! I used arrows to escort the King of Bones to Spartacus!"

"Guigui, is this still an archer? I can't reach this exact distance even in DNF!"

The one who took action was Arash who finally arrived at this moment.

He stood steadily on the roof of the car of Dayan's troops, still making bow and arrow shooting movements in his hands.

A pair of eagle eyes were locked tightly on the King of Skeletons.

"...King of Bones, when did you come?"

"Yes, I love you too."

Clear words came out of Spartacus's mouth. The King of Skeletons turned his head in horror and saw a face that had swelled and deformed to the point of making people cry.

Pink bubbles burst out of Spartacus's body, and this time our hero no longer has to endure the pain.

"Hahaha! Come on, my love! Explode!"

Spartacus grinned, his big white teeth right in front of the King of Bones.

Then——pink light shone violently, and the explosion covered a radius of three kilometers.

Countless undead souls were destroyed, and even the bodyguards of Darius III were turned into powder.

When the aftermath of the Noble Phantasm subsided, a huge pit appeared in the center of the desert.

Arash stood at a high place and watched this scene calmly, the strong wind blowing his belt.

"Arash! Oh my god!"

"Spartacus! You are the real hero!"

"Both of them are so handsome! I'm already healed!"

Spartacus is crazy yet gentle, while Arash is peaceful yet great. Their bodies do not overlap, but their shadows are exactly the same.

The heroic demeanor of these two heroes is deeply engraved in everyone's mind.

This is a hero, this is a heroic spirit.

A great thing etched in human history!

150.Respect to the war dead

"Spartacus's Noble Phantasm is called "Roar of the Wounded Beast", and its effect is to convert the pain felt when receiving damage into magic power and store it in the body. "

"As the magic power in his body increases, Spartacus's fighting ability will become stronger and stronger, his body will become larger and more deformed, and the precious sanity he holds as a Berserker will also be lost."

"Until the pain that the Noble Phantasm can hold reaches its limit, a horrific explosion capable of destroying a city will form."

In the BB live broadcast room, our best war reporter BB Jiang is doing his best to explain the cause of Spartacus's death to the audience.

"The battle with the undead army lasted for more than a week, and was repeatedly trampled by the undead cavalry. Finally, he was impaled on the ground by the King of Bones."

BB said while playing the big and small battles that Spartacus has experienced since his appearance.

"This series of injuries finally bloomed on him."

"This is the hero of resistance, this is Spartacus."

With a bang, in the pink light, another heroic spirit exited.

Since the advent of the new era, more than ten heroic spirits have appeared in front of people, and three have been killed and then left.

From Eric the Blood Axe at the beginning, to Lancelot later, and now it’s Spartacus’s turn.

One by one, famous figures in history reappeared in the world, piercing the sky like shining meteors.

But meteors will eventually fall, heroic spirits have a destiny as weapons, and their glory is just a short-lived dream.

Although that is the dream that everyone wants to realize.

"Tears..."

"From the moment he appeared to the end, Spartacus never stopped fighting. He is the greatest hero!"

"Although you look a bit scary, you are really handsome and cute when you smile! Spartacus, I like you!"

"BB is really good at inciting emotions. He actually posted the life records of heroic spirits before the live broadcast room was closed."

“The one-stop service is excellent, please give me a good review!”

There were a lot of barrages in the BB live broadcast room. BB has already said that their exclusive live broadcast room will be closed after the death of the heroic spirit.

And now, it is the final memorial venue.

Not to mention the memorial service on the Internet, we return our attention to the battlefield in the Middle East.

Although the explosive power of Spartacus's Noble Phantasm was extremely powerful, causing thousands of casualties to Darius III's undead cavalry legions, the impact on the entire battle situation cannot be said to be negligible. Talk is better than nothing.

Nowadays, there are tens of millions of undead recruited by Darius III on the Persian plains. With so many monsters spreading like mercury over the vast Mesopotamia, it cannot be easily contained.

"Spartacus..."

Mordred stood firmly on a higher ground, looking at the direction of Spartacus's exit in the distance with complicated eyes.

There, a large crater with a diameter of three kilometers suddenly appeared in the desert, and the deepest part was a hundred meters long.

Buried with Spartacus was a king of giant skeletons from the Age of Gods, more than a thousand elite black undead cavalry, and hundreds of thousands of monster groups of different levels.

"You should have died happily after feeling the pleasure of defeating the oppressor, right?"

Putting his right hand on his chest, Mordred lowered his head and gave the honorable hero a knightly salute.

Although they only got along briefly, Spartacus's will and spirit were deeply engraved in her mind.

He was a man with pure ideals, crazy and gentle, who could not be insulted by anyone.

"Hey, this is..."

Golden light overflowed from Mordred's chest.

The Holy Grail emerged automatically, with scarlet blood suddenly emerging from its interior.

"Is it... the soul of Spartacus?"

In an instant, Mordred realized what was going on.

After obtaining the Holy Grail, the exchange mechanism of the wishing machine was implanted in her mind.

If you want to perfect this immature Holy Grail, one way is to continuously absorb the huge magic power of the earth's veins. Another shortcut is to put the soul of the heroic spirit into it.

Now that Spartacus dies on the battlefield, his soul will naturally be accepted by the Holy Grail.

"Does it require the souls of at least four heroic spirits to be initially completed?"

After obtaining the soul of the No. 1 heroic spirit, the Holy Grail transmitted many messages to the holder Mordred.

"I will... try my best to bring the glory of Camelot back to the world..."

Mordred murmured to himself, on this battlefield in the Middle East, many heroic spirits gathered here in order to deal with Darius III who brought about the undead disaster.

The death of Spartacus is just the beginning, the next battle will be more dangerous.

If enough heroic spirits died in this war, that would be fine, but if the standards of the four knights were not met...

Mordred is ready to wake up.

After defeating Darius III, the alliance between them to fight for humanity came to an end.

"Hey! Knight of the Round Table Mordred! Are you in good condition!?"

Just when Mordred made up his mind, a clear male voice came from a distant place.

Arash was riding in the vehicle of the Great Yan Hunting Troop, with a warm smile on his face as always and waved hello.

"You are……?"

Seeing Arash's face, several more blurry images flashed before Mordred's eyes.

It seemed that in some desolate mountainous area, she once confronted this man with a weapon...

As for the reason for the confrontation, where exactly it is, and the identity of the other party, it is completely unclear.

"It's inexplicable...why it's always like this lately."

Holding his forehead and shaking it, Mordred put the illusion behind him.

Ever since she saw the image of Yu Ji for the first time and subconsciously called out the name Kazuko, she had often seen some strange visions.

Tulifas...

Holy Round Table Realm...

Human intelligence unites the true country...

Several strange place names kept popping up in Mordred's mind, but they all disappeared like a flash in the pan.