Chaldea, your chieftain is back!

"Trust is a noble quality!"

"Really, not everyone can come in my arms!"

Toba looked at Zieg with a pale face, so he had no choice but to put him on the ground, and then simply healed him with magic power.

As the master of Chaldea, how many chapters he has fought in bloody battles, his eyesight and calculations are definitely first-class.

It even allowed Caesar to single-handedly challenge the Demon God Pillar, relying on accurate calculation of damage.

He expected that Spartacus would be able to resist, so he would definitely be able to resist.

~

After a while,

Siegfried's Noble Phantasm was released.

The cyan light disappeared, and everyone opened their eyes again.

"finished?"

Gold said impatiently.

"Alive!"

Luo Xie suddenly shouted!

"Nani, how is it possible!!!"

Gold hurriedly looked into the distance.

Toba was kneeling on the ground to release healing magic to Zieg, and in front of them was Spartacus.

The muscular man stood in front of the two of them like a skeleton, and his internal organs were clearly visible.

The arms disappeared, the calves disappeared, and the white bones were already seen in the front, kneeling upright on the spot, and there was no movement.

But even so, this man still blocked Siegfried's treasure with his body!

"Damn!!! Can't they all be wiped out!"

Gold shouted angrily!

But Darnic at the side laughed.

"It's okay because it's over."

~

"Die! Artificial man!!!"

Vlad III shot directly at Zig who was weak on the ground with hatred!

The whole person stepped on the stake and shot out!

"This time, I'll see how you survive!"

~

"This time, I will definitely be able to kill the two red square masters! What a tough guy!"

Gold took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat!

Siegfried's treasure just now took away a lot of his magic power. Although there is an artificial man's magic power battery, the contract will still draw part of the Master's magic power.

"It must be fine."

Danik looked at Vlad III in a much better mood.

~

And here,

Toba turned into Cu Chulainn on the spot and stood up to directly block Vlad III's attack.

But at this moment, a bone-leaking hand firmly grasped Vlad III's gun.

"Give the hammer that suppresses, and give the victim salvation!!!"

"Nani! He's not dead yet!!!"

Vlad III was shocked.

It's Spartacus!

At this moment, Spartacus' heart suddenly began to beat violently.

The wounds all over his body suddenly exploded with a huge amount of muscle, and Spartacus quickly expanded into a huge meat ball, and then several huge arms quickly appeared in the meat ball and grabbed Vlad III.

"Finally caught you, Suppressor!!!"

Chapter 23 She is not arrogant!

in a dream,

"Speak louder, the wailing is louder!!"

"Come on, soldiers! Kill those slaves!!!"

"Slave, harden me! I spent all my money on you!!!"

Noisy Colosseum.

The excited audience roared.

The midday sun shone on the yellow sand, and the scorching wind distorted the air.

A show of death is underway in the Colosseum.

On one side are Roman soldiers and on the other a group of slaves.

Soldiers wore armor, held spears, chariots, and shields.

The slaves have only the rags that can wrap their bodies and the dagger in their hands.

Huge disadvantage, even a fool can see it.

But that's what they see.

And in this fight, only one side is destined to survive!

In the crowd of slaves, the boy looked at the well-equipped Roman soldier with tough eyes, and the sweat rolled down his neck to the ground.

"I don't want to die!!! I don't want to die!!!"

A slave boy couldn't bear the pressure, knelt on the ground and cried loudly!

He knew it was destined to be a massacre.

"I didn't commit a crime, but I was arrested when I was born in a poor village!!! I don't want to die!!!"

As the teenager cried, laughter came from the audience.

Cry!Howling!These are seen countless times by the superiors, but they are still regarded as their pleasure.

It is the seasoning of life.

"Don't cry! Boy!"

A man came by.

He has a strong figure, and the rags on him seem to restrain his surging muscles. The dagger in his hand is rusty, but there are still traces of maintenance!

A head of surging and thick hair indicates that this is a Thracian.

"Stand up!"

Man reaches out!

The boy stretched out his hand to hold the other's rough palm, and stood up.

The man smiled, his white teeth were especially dazzling in the sun.

"If you don't want to die, just stand behind me! I will protect you."

"I understand!"

The boy mustered up his courage and clenched the sword in his hand.

The accompanying referee struck the gong, and the fight began.

The Thracian swordsman marched forward bravely, and the young man followed closely behind him. Neither the chariot nor the enemy's shield could stop the man's footsteps.

When the final victory fell on the heads of these slaves, all the people watching the battle were stunned.

Then there was a huge cheer!

"Shit!! These soldiers are shit!!!"

"You can't even beat a slave, why don't you die!!! Fuck! It's already dead!"

"I'm so crazy!!! The money I bet has multiplied a hundred times!"

The slaves had won, but that was all.

A slave is still a slave, still living in a dark dungeon, waiting to be released to fight with all kinds of wild beasts, and then die more tragically.

This is the life of a slave.

Either die by the sword or die in the mouth of wild beasts.

Since then, the boy has been following the man. Under the leadership of this man, the slaves will return victorious every time.

Until the nobles couldn't stand it anymore, they decided to let the slaves kill each other.

That morning, the boy stood firmly behind the man again, so the man made a decision!

He is going to lead the slaves to start a rebellion!

When he broke through the gate of the Colosseum, the man suddenly felt a sense of responsibility on him.

Along with their rebellion, people continued to join.

In the end, the rebellious army grew larger and swept all over Rome, and he also became the leader of the rebel army.

He has led weak rebels to defeat powerful Roman troops countless times, which made everyone think that he is the God of War, and as long as he is on the battlefield, he can win.

A rebellious hero, a military strategist, all kinds of glory hang on him.

But who knew that at the beginning, this man just wanted to save the life of a young man.

That's it.

It's a pity that the boy still died, and the boy fell on the road leading an army to attack another city alone.

People who stand behind the strong sometimes feel that they have the same power as the strong.

The dream is short, but so clear!

~

"I got you, Suppressor!!!"

"I want to sing the song of victory!"

Spartacus grabbed Vlad III's spear with his hand, roaring with bright red eyes!

The roar of the Noble Phantasm Wounded Beast turns the damage given by the enemy into magic power and gathers it in the body, so the magic power of the huge amount of damage suffered by Siegfried Noble Phantasm just now is beyond everyone's imagination.

Spartacus's wound healed instantly, and then the muscles swelled out of the wound.

In just an instant, the muscles condensed with magic power had already turned Spartacus into a meat ball.

Two huge arms stretched out from the meat ball, directly holding Vlad III firmly!

"Damn!! Let go of Yu!!!"

"King of capital punishment!!!"

Flanders III struggled to break free, and even pierced the two giant hands with the death penalty king, but this only made the muscles of the giant hands swell again, and then became stronger.

"Thank you! Spartacus!!!"

Sieg, who was rescued by Spartacus again, looked at Spartacus who stood in front of him.

Spartacus, who had turned into a meatball, turned his head and looked at Zieg with an innocent smile!