I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

A series of cyan lines appeared on Shirou's right arm, and stretched all the way to half of his face.

"Come out! Come out! The Sword of Gold will win!"

Shi Lang yelled in his heart.

The most familiar holy sword could not be copied with the spirit base of the Palace of Valor, and instead copied another king sword belonging to the same person.

Its name is the sword in the stone, and it is also the sword of winning gold.

The immature magic circuit was overloaded, and the right arm was shocked by the magic power tumbling in the body. This is the price for mortals to achieve a heroic cause.

And so, the king sword, which symbolized the great cause of the knight king, finally appeared.

With a "shoo", it flew out like a starlight arrow.

"Boom!"

The surging magic power directly destroyed all the upper body of the giant insect, and left the energy to shoot at the dirty inkstone!

"This...this! This is a treasure! You are a Servant? But—, why? Why don't you have the aura of a Servant..."

Things that were too unbelievable made the dirty inkstone of Mian Tong look incredulous. However, before he could fully explain the word "breath", he was blasted halfway by the victory golden sword projected by Shiro.

The tide of insects scattered all over the place as if they had lost their owner.

There was severe pain in his right arm, and his right body was scorching like flames. Shi Lang half-kneeled on the ground, supporting his body with his left hand. In Ultraman's leather case, sweat was on his forehead.

Fortunately, the right arm still hurts, and I still feel it, and I haven't lost it. It seems that the great cause forcibly achieved was only to overload the magic circuit of his right arm, but it did not directly abolish his right hand.

"Brother..." Sakura asked with tears like pear blossoms, with a worried expression on her face.

"It's okay, let's go." Shi Lang gritted his teeth, resisting the hot pain, stood up, took Sakura's hand, and hurried out of the house.

"Don't think that it's over! My old granddaughter, my old eternal life, my old man will never give up!"

The voice full of maliciousness, even more malicious than before, resounded. The sea of ​​worms churned, and a uniquely shaped worm came out.

That is the main body of Jiantong dirty inkstone.

"To deal with the Servant, you can only use the Servant. Tsuruno, bring that rabid dog here!" Ma Tongzang Yan ordered.

Ma Tong Tsuruno, who came out of Ma Tong's mansion, clutched his stomach, his face twisted. He raised his right arm, and there was a red mark on the right arm similar to that on the back of Shilang's right hand—Ling Zhou!

"Commanded with a spell, Berserker came to me quickly!"

As Lingshu came into play, the next moment, a big blond man with muscles and blue and white skin appeared in the house of Matsumoto.

"The oppressed, the abused, your loyal partner, Spartacus, is already standing in front of you. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, because I'm here." Berserkers Badax's face is full of love.

Hearing this disgusting line, Ma Tong Tsuruno's mouth couldn't help but twitched, and his face was dark. And if you say your real name directly, should you say that you really deserve to be a rabid dog?

"Opressor, persecutor. I will crusade against you!" Spartacus picked up the small iron sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the dirty inkstone, and launched an impact.

"Damn it, Rabid Dog!" Jian Tongzang Yan cursed inwardly, wrapped the Spartacus's legs with the sea of ​​insects, and then told Jian Tong Heye: "Huruye, hurry up and use Lingshu!"

Ma Tong Heye nodded: "Order it with Lingshu, Berserker, go kill that person!"

Maaki Tsurano pointed to Shirou.

The Lingshu on his right arm missed a stroke again, and the Lingshu played its due effect.

"No—! No, no, no, no, no, no! That's the oppressed, that's the victim. That's the person I should protect! No, no, no, no! I will never oppress the victim, I will never oppress the victim. Don’t attack the oppressed. No, no, no—! Don’t be like this, don’t be like this!"

No matter how much resistance, the powerful power of Ling Shu forced Spartacus to do something absolutely against his will.

The huge blond man with bulging muscles dazzled with tears, and the hand holding the sword trembled and launched an attack.

That was the weak one he was supposed to guard and the meaning of his existence, but because of Ling Shu, he launched an attack on the meaning of his existence.

"No—!!!"

With tears streaming down, Spartacus rushed towards Shilang. The completely normal servant-level Berserker easily caught up with Shilang. The sharp sword in his hand was like a mountain, slashing from top to bottom towards Shilang. Chop away.

Shiro pushed aside Kozakura, and then projected a strong sword with a horizontal sword on his left arm—

"Ka Ka Ka"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The sound of broken bones resounded from Shirou's mouth along with a scream of pain.

The power of Spartacus was too great. As soon as he touched, the sword in Shilang's hand was cut off, and the left arm that took the sharp sword to block the blow seemed to be broken.

The severe pain spread from both arms to the brain, causing De Shilang to suffer unbearable pain, and tears flowed instinctively.

"No. No, no, no, no! Why is this? Why is this? This is not what I should do. I should be the sword of the weak and the shield of the weak. Why would I attack the weak like an oppressor? No, no No no!"

Spartacus cried out in pain.

There was no harm in his body, but such behavior was more painful to him than wearing a sharp sword.

"Stop moving. Stop moving, my body. My soul is commanding you to stop moving. Don't you feel it? The weak you are protecting are accepting your oppression!"

Spartacus cried and yelled. However, the beliefs he implemented were not worth mentioning in the face of Lingshu's powerful effects.

He raised the long sword.

It's over!

Shirou's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Even if he merged with Lingji, he was only a six-year-old child. Compared with these mythical murderers, whether it was hard attributes, combat skills, or even murder experience, he was far inferior.

It's dead!

Shirou determined his own result.

However, the next moment, there was a commanding and arrogant voice in his ears—

"Hold your head down."

Shirou lowered his head subconsciously.

The next moment, with a "shoo", a brilliant sword cut through the night sky, passed directly through Spartacus's body, and nailed him to a stone pillar not far away.

Shirou didn't have the mind to explore where this sudden help came from, but instead leaned his body on Sakura and said in a low voice, "Hurry up."

Kozakura ignored the fear in her heart.

Her brother, for her, suffered such a serious injury, how can she continue to be immersed in her sad world?