Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo

Although the name of Nero's tyrant came from those nobles, he had a good reputation among the common people, but Spartacus didn't care about these. What he cared about was the privilege of overthrowing the emperor. What he longed for was freedom! This is an irreconcilable contradiction between the slave class and the slave-owner class!

Spartacus's combat skills are not very good, or even have no combat skills at all. Not to mention compared with an artist like Nero, even a random Heroic Spirit is better than Spartacus's combat skills.

However, every attack of this rebellious gladiator is to completely give up defense, and every attack is aimed at crushing the enemy. Inside the ugly and disgusting appearance is a deep, fiery and proud heart !

This kind of lunatic who is desperate, unbeatable, and braver as he fights, even the tyrant of Rome, was beaten and retreated steadily.

"That's it! The battle with Qing made me understand. Qing's rebellion is the embodiment of a proud soul. No matter what time, you will not sit back and watch the strong trample on the weak. You are only fighting to make the strong fall into the weak! Spartacus, I once spurned you as a rebel before I was alive, but today I want to pay respect to you as a rebel, but unfortunately, I still want to execute you today!"

The primordial fire waved, and the strange-shaped sword sliced ​​open Spartacus's muscles, and blood spurted out, but he didn't even snort, still wearing that frightening smile.

Although he has the confidence to win, Nero is also looking for the weakness of Spartacus, but, really, there is no weakness at all... This brave and fearless warrior, Nero believes that even if he cuts off With his head, he can continue to fight with a headless body!

"I thought that in this war, I would be summoned by the tyrant, but ah, the will to resist will not be shattered even now. My Master, like me, is a freedom fighter who fights against the tyrant! "

"Tsk! What a hassle!"

For a while, Nero was at a loss...

The emperor's privilege is useless, on the contrary, the more he uses the opponent, the stronger he becomes, and he can't kill the opponent with the sword in his hand. This is simply a monster that gets stronger the more it is beaten and the more injured it is!

The blade cut off Spartacus's arm, leaving only a layer of skin attached, but because of this, Nero was hit by his punch, and the whole person flew out. After smashing a small building, he finally recovered. stopped.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the broken muscle began to heal, and at the same time as it healed, a disgusting substance like a tumor grew out of the wound. But as the tumor-like thing replaced the muscle, Nero could feel that Spartan was stronger!

"What kind of mechanism is this!"

Unable to see through the strange physique of Spartacus, the emperor of Rome would have no way to truly defeat him!

He wanted to contact his musician, but found that the contract with her was not smooth. The combination of these situations made the tyrant who was already doing things for three minutes even more irritable.

"It's a pity that this isn't the Colosseum!"

With a sigh, Nero stood up from the ruins.

Looking at the rebel in front of her with a headache, it was her bad luck to meet such a person who was like a dog's skin plaster when surrounded by powerful enemies.

What's more, in terms of camp, she should have been with Spartacus, but this rebellious guy doesn't care about camp at all.

"I'm really sorry, my performer, I'm going to show my absolute kingship here!"

Twisting her stiff neck, His Majesty the Emperor of Rome was going to use her strongest trump card to resolve this battle. If this dragged on, she didn't know if that Spartacus would become invincible, and the one who escaped before She also cared a lot about betraying the witch.

Raising the primordial fire in his hand, Nero closed his eyes, and a smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth, showing pride and confidence on his face, that is the confident appearance of the performance of the century that is about to begin!

"In heaven and hell, let's build it, my skyscraper! Show the supreme light here!!".

Chapter 0269 The Requiem of Blood and Sand

"Look at my talents, hear Wan Lei's applause, and embrace the glory of the ruler in full bloom like a flower! Let's open, golden theater!!"

Disappeared……

The emperors and rebels of Rome all disappeared.

"this is?"

Standing on the top of the tall building, Medea, who had been admiring the battle between the two sides, said in surprise.

"The flamboyant golden theater, the strongest treasure of the king of Rome!" Liang Yiluo explained with a smile.

"This is something that is very similar to the inherent barrier, but completely different. In this case, if you want to see what's inside, except for the two sides in the battle and their respective Masters, outsiders are somewhat powerless."

"But we still have her, don't we?"

Medea glanced at Sajo Ayaka and said with a smile.

Liang Yiluo shrugged, seemingly helplessly said: "Indeed, we still have her!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Magician, we need to borrow your body!"

"What are you going to do?"

Sajo Ayaka looked in horror at Ryikiro who stretched out her hand to her, and shouted in fear.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt very much, it's just a moment away!"

Squinting and smiling, Ryikiro grabbed Sajo Ayaka's wrist. Use magic to connect to her body, and then borrow her body to see everything that happens in the swanky golden theater.

"That's it, be obedient, little magician!"

...

"Have you seen it? Rebellious Spartacus, this is my glory! Are you ready to watch my talent rivaling Apollo's and the great combat skills of the Sun God!"

The Roman emperor waved his hands like an aria, as if welcoming the applause of the people.

"It's just a hypocritical thing that is greedy for vanity! Your theater is a prop for your tyranny! This is a tyrannical hall with only a gorgeous appearance, let me smash it! Compared with the brave arena, this place is like yours. It's like a tyrannical rule, and it's ridiculously fragile!"

"Hey……"

Sighing, the King of Rome said helplessly: "After all, I am a barbarian who cannot appreciate the magnificence of this art. But you, Spartacus, have a good saying. My arena is indeed a brave and invincible thing." , but this place is also my arena!"

The Roman Empire is a somewhat strange empire. It is a place where autocracy and democracy coexist, and the emperor can also be put into the arena for life and death battles. And now, the tyrant of Rome is about to compete with the real and strongest gladiator here!

"Let's begin, my most magnificent prelude!"

"Hahahahahaha!! Come on, crush it, break it up!! Cruel people!"

"Awwhhhhhhhh!!!"

Spartacus, like an invincible warrior returning from hell, raised the banner of rebellion and vowed to defeat tyranny and dictatorship!

In the theater, Spartacus has nowhere to escape. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Nero is showing his art! Here, all her attributes, no matter strength or speed, have risen sharply!

Too fast too fast too fast! In Nero's eyes, Spartacus' movements were no different from those of a child, with graceful dance steps, leaving deep cuts on the blue muscles.

One, two, three, four! !

I don't know how many deep wounds bloomed on Spartacus's body, and in the sound of "噗嗤噗嗤", blood burst like a fountain.

Waving his short sword weakly, Spartacus couldn't even touch a piece of Nero's clothes!

"Crack!" Even the thick leg bones can't stop the sharpness of the primordial fire!

"drink!"

With an angry shout, Nero cut off Spartacus' calf with the big sword in his hand! The calves, which were much thicker than the thighs of ordinary people, flew out. After losing one leg, the huge body finally couldn't maintain its balance and fell to the ground. The tyrant refused to give up, as if he was punishing the prisoner with the death penalty, the sword continued to slash, and the two arms and the other leg were also separated during the slashing!