The Assassin girl gently lifted her mask slightly, revealing her lips. Then, she lightly kissed the face of the Berserker, who had a katana stuck in his head. In the next moment, a massive amount of poison surged into the Berserker's body like a tidal wave through this kiss.
Berserker's body stiffened for an instant. Subsequently, his body collapsed onto the golden throne, and the surrounding undead soldiers completely stopped their movements.
Watching all of this, Napoleon asked somewhat tentatively. "Is it over? Has Berserker been defeated?"
After all, Berserker's body had collapsed, and the existences born from his Noble Phantasm had also come to a complete halt. Did this mean Berserker was about to turn into magical energy? Something doesn't seem right...Perhaps because I'm too happy, I seem to have overlooked something...
Oh! Right! Berserker has a Battle Continuation type skill.Even if he suffers a fatal attack, he should be able to continue fighting!
"Dodge quickly!!"
Assassin suddenly raised her head. She leaned her entire body backward rapidly. Immediately, a small piece of the white skull mask on her face was sliced off by a golden axe. If she hadn't dodged quickly, that golden axe would likely have slit the Assassin's throat directly.
Berserker's body shook rapidly. Then, along with the giant war elephant beneath him, he retreated backward. With extremely bizarre speed, he created distance between himself and the Heroic Spirits. Subsequently, he activated his Disengage skill on himself. After this skill was activated, the poison flowing in his body vanished without a trace instantly. At the same time, the katana on his forehead was gradually pushed out by magical energy and fell to the ground.
Then, the unimaginable recovery ability within his body began to work. The limbs that had been directly severed by cannon fire began to recover rapidly. The wound on his forehead was also healing at high speed. Once the poison in his body was expelled, there was naturally no further threat. It could be said that doing this rendered the efforts of all the Heroic Spirits completely wasted.
Napoleon curled his lips, then sighed softly. "I knew it wouldn't be that easy... But before he can use his inherent skill again, let's repeat the previous action!!"
Through his familiar, the blue-haired magus heard everything. He raised his hand, looking at the Command Spells on the back of his hand, and a bizarre expression suddenly appeared on his face. Repeat the previous attack on Berserker?What a joke.Before Berserker takes one or two Heroic Spirits with him, how could I let him exit just like that?
"By the name of the Command Spell, I order you, Berserker, Darius III! Recover your magical energy, strengthen your Noble Phantasm, bring out your full power, and see all the Heroic Spirits before you as Alexander!!"
It had to be said that a magus who had researched how to extend his life and restore his youthful appearance to a certain extent was definitely no fool. He immediately thought of how to make Berserker unleash his full power. The method was simple. Isn't the opponent Berserker wants to fight the most Alexander the Great?In that case, I will cloud your eyes and make everyone you see look like Alexander.
In this way, Berserker's fighting passion will be stimulated.Hehe, I hope Berserker doesn't lose his combat ability because he's too overjoyed by the appearance of so many Alexanders before his eyes.A Heroic Spirit shouldn't be that fragile internally.Most importantly, relying on that miraculous power, even if his heart is under too much pressure from excitement, it should be treatable.
Thus, under such a command, Berserker's golden eyes suddenly turned blood red. The undead legion, which had been mostly destroyed, began to expand rapidly outwards. In Berserker's eyes, everyone present had become his fated rival. How should one describe his current mood? It was so joyful, yet so angry.
The joy was that so many Alexanders had suddenly appeared before his eyes. The anger was that so many Alexanders did not summon their legions. Is this ignoring me?Is this mocking me?Is this thinking that I am unworthy of acting as his rival, unworthy of him summoning his legion to collide with mine?
Iskandar! Iskandar—!!
The magical energy on Berserker's body rose higher and higher. A pair of decorations resembling demon horns appeared on his head. Even the war elephant he rode became more ferocious, with a large number of bone spikes appearing on its body.
As magical energy was rapidly injected into his Noble Phantasm, all the undead soldiers grew a size larger. Even the bones that made up their bodies seemed to carry a metallic sheen.
At least now, when the Knight's road roller crushed these bones, signs of bone fracture did not appear immediately. Even the roller at the front of the machine used for compacting earth showed signs of wear and tear. Many undead soldiers pressed into the mud were still shaking their bodies there, seeming ready to crawl out from under the earth at any moment.
At the same time, the active undead soldiers were covered in armor. In addition to long blades and shields in their hands, long spears appeared on their backs, ready to be taken out and used at any time.
Napoleon looked at the situation before him and couldn't help but cover his face with his hand. How should I put it?This doesn't look like a situation where we can easily repeat the coordination we executed before.
On one hand, these undead soldiers were becoming stronger and stronger. On the other hand, the weapon in the hands of the bladesmith cooperating with him had already been thrown out in the battle just now. Now, it seemed he basically had to change weapons after every strike.
Berserker let out a roar at the crowd before him. Accompanying this roar, all the undead soldiers stood up straight. Then, they took the long spears from their backs. The spears were aimed steadily at the locations of all the Heroic Spirits. Subsequently, their bodies leaned back slightly. The movement of the entire undead legion appeared incredibly uniform.
Napoleon widened his eyes slightly and raised his hand to the surrounding Heroic Spirits. "Everyone! Hurry and find cover!!"
Napoleon was the first to raise his giant cannon, blocking it directly in front of him. At the same time, he began to observe the surroundings, ready to dodge. Senji Muramasa curled his lips. To be honest, he hadn't forged a shield. At this moment, he felt that Berserker was targeting him specifically. So he could only be forced to retreat backward, preparing to open up the battlefield distance first and then protect his Master.