Capítulo 119: Chapter 43. The Road to Freedom
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I Will Eventually Embark on the Path of No Return Called a Hero [Arc2] - 43. The Road to Freedom
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The fists made of earth collided endlessly with the flesh-and-blood fists in the air. Every time the giant's fist was shattered, more earth would seep out from the cracks to fill the gap, while countless flesh buds emerged from the shattered surface of Spartacus's fists to forcibly close the wounds.
As time passed, the giant's size continued to increase, and as the number of injuries grew, Spartacus's size also continued to grow, with more and more magical energy accumulating inside him. The attack became increasingly ferocious.
It seemed like an endless battle, but it was clearly not sustainable. Spartacus's magical energy was finite, while the giant could grow infinitely until it turned the world into a paradise.
"At this rate, Spartacus will collapse first," Jeanne shouted, holding the flag.
"No, he's fighting for this very purpose!" Cyd looked at Spartacus, who seemed to be doing useless work, with a complex expression.
The giant had grown to a size where it was nearly impossible to detach its feet from the ground, much like how ants cannot throw humans away. Even Cyd couldn't throw the giant into the sky.
But what if a being existed whose physique was second only to the giant?
He was a hero, even if mad, he was still a hero. Hero...
Spartacus smiled as he extended his arms to embrace the giant's waist. The veins on his arms bulged like rivers, the earth began to tremble, and cracks spread out like a spider's web in all directions. The giant's feet, which had been firmly attached to the ground, began to loosen.
It was a person who could reverse any crisis.
"Don't think you can succeed!" Semiramis snapped her fingers, and twelve EX magical cannons aimed again at Spartacus.
Even from her position in the hanging garden, she could clearly feel the terrifying magical energy emanating from Spartacus, a sense of imminent explosion.
If this hit, Spartacus would explode like a bomb!
"Hey! You woman, you're too vicious!" Achilles roared angrily towards the hanging garden.
"Tch, I don't need your interference," Semiramis gave a cold glance at Achilles on the screen. "If you're a nuisance, I'll deal with you too."
The terrifying magical torrent tilted downward, and Cyd's eyes narrowed. Like flowing light, he ran along Spartacus's body and leaped onto Achilles's chariot.
"This is Spartacus's decisive strike; I won't allow anyone to interfere with him!"
Stepping on Achilles's chariot, Cyd leaped once more to collide with the magical torrent. All the light was refracted the moment it touched Cyd.
"How strong!" Achilles's mouth fell open.
"Go, Spartacus!" Cyd shouted towards Spartacus.
"Roar!" The giant roared and raised its massive fist to smash Spartacus's head.
"Behave yourself!" Achilles whipped the reins heavily, and the chariot, dragged by the immortal horse, pierced through one of the giant's arms like a streak of light. However, the other fist still smashed into Spartacus's shoulder.
"The time has come!" Spartacus laughed loudly.
"Boom----"
The nearly hundred-meter giant lifted off the ground. Glowing cracks spread over Spartacus's body; he had reached his limit.
"Allies! The road to freedom will be paved by me!"
Spartacus roared, turning his body and forcefully throwing the giant towards the hanging garden. At the same time, cracks completely covered him, and the overflowing light shone like sunlight.
"Advance!"
The dazzling light gathered in front of Spartacus, and a torrent of magical energy, like a luminous highway, surged towards the giant.
The suffering endured, the unyielding will, the willingness to sacrifice one's life—this was the reversal strike that only a hero named Spartacus could achieve!
"Boom----"
The hundred-meter giant slowly dissipated in the light. Detached from the ground, it was nothing more than an oversized magical golem. But Spartacus's Noble Phantasm was not over yet!
"Damn, how dare you do this!" Semiramis's expression twisted. She never expected Spartacus to dare to drag the hanging garden into the range of his Noble Phantasm. The glaring light almost filled her entire view.
"You ugly lump of flesh!"
The Ten and One Black Coffin and twelve EX magical circles blocked the front of the hanging garden. Equally terrifying light shot out from them, clashing with Spartacus's roar of the beast.
"Boom----"
Spartacus's light shot straight into the sky, scattering the clouds in an instant to reveal a beautiful starry river. Spartacus's massive body began to collapse, and the scattered light fell like rain on the ruins.
"Allies, the road to freedom has been opened..." Spartacus slowly closed his eyes. "Do you see it..."
Red Faction Berserker Spartacus—dead.
"Ah~ I see it very clearly, the road opened by your enlightenment," Cyd clenched his fists.
"Damn it!" Semiramis crushed the armrest of her beloved throne.
She lost, to Spartacus, who had never been in her favor. In the previous exchange, she felt a fatal threat, so she retreated. The hanging garden barely escaped Spartacus's attack under her control, but the defensive ritual Ten and One Black Coffin was gone, the twelve EX-level magical cannons were gone, and her hanging garden even bore humiliating scars. Her perfect garden was ruthlessly trimmed away.
"It's time to retreat, Assassin," Shirou Kotomine's voice sounded in Semiramis's ear.
"Tch," Semiramis reluctantly controlled the hanging garden to prepare for retreat.
Shirou Kotomine's voice calmed her down somewhat. Although she didn't manage to annihilate the Black Faction, the Greater Holy Grail was still in their hands. They had merely suffered a setback; she had not lost yet!
"They are trying to escape!" Astolfo, holding Darnic, stood up and pointed at the hanging garden, shouting.
A large cross appeared on Semiramis's forehead.
Tch, it's just a tactical retreat! If you're capable, come and chase me!
"It's too late!" Darnic stared blankly at the hanging garden.
"Hey! Don't give up so easily!" Astolfo put his hands on Darnic's face with force. "Don't you have a wish?"
The immense force made Darnic feel like his face wasn't his own for a moment.
"Darnic, it hasn't reached despair yet!"
Vlad III descended from the sky and landed on the ground, his imposing eyes shaking Darnic's spirit.
"That light was indeed shocking. Now it's time for me to show my resolve."
Vlad III turned to face the moving hanging garden.
"Darnic, use the command spell, command me to stop this hanging garden!"
"But... I understand, King!" Darnic gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and the command spell began to glow. "Command spell, I order Lancer to hold the hanging garden in place!"
A massive surge of magical energy erupted from Vlad III, and the iron stakes scattered across the battlefield seemed to be attracted, rising from the ground towards Vlad III.
"Ridiculous, even if the hanging garden's defensive mechanism is damaged, this is not a domain you can touch," Semiramis sneered. "With your mere twenty thousand iron stakes, it's just a drizzle."
"The Holy Grail is our hope," Vlad III exhaled, planting his lance into the ground. "Leave it to me!"
Vlad III raised his hand towards the hanging garden.
"Boom----"
A dense array of iron stakes erupted from the earth, shooting towards the hanging garden.
"Trivial actions," Semiramis crossed her legs, her hanging garden was not something that could be brought down with a few toothpicks.
"Clang!"
The flying iron stakes connected end to end to form a massive iron pillar connecting to the ground, and then it was driven forcefully into the bottom of the hanging garden.
"Got it."
Vlad III lowered his hand.
In that moment, countless iron stakes spread from the embedded position like tree roots extending around the hanging garden.
Semiramis's expression suddenly turned cold. Her hanging garden had stopped. Her territory was invaded! Vlad III's iron stakes had covered her hanging garden like roots.
She couldn't leave!
Vlad III's legs weakened, and he knelt on one knee.
The twenty thousand iron stakes were all used up, bringing fear to the enemy while giving hope to his allies!
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