I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

As soon as he finished speaking, Karna's figure completely disappeared.

The only thing left behind was the indestructible blade, which will likely follow its master away soon.

Scattered spiritual particles drifted across the sky.

Looking around at the utterly destroyed battlefield, even this space itself was riddled with cracks.

"Ah....."

Du Wei also showed a satisfied smile.

Then, the sword of dominion slashed a crack in the air, and he stepped into it, leaving this desolate space.

It was as if his departure was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Suddenly, the dark sky shattered.

The land, ravaged by the battle between the two, reached its limit and collapsed along with the space itself.

Only the gleaming spear remained, shimmering with light.

It seems they will always be waiting in the darkness.

........

...

The perspective shifts back to the area in front of the royal city.

After Bagst and Mordred unleashed their Noble Phantasms, the smoke was dispersed by the strong winds.

Neither side was significantly impacted.

Far away in the center of the battlefield, a servant was drawn to the dazzling light.

"Oh, oh, oh! That is the light that illuminates the people! So you were there all along, oppressor—!!"

Spartacus turned to look at the exploding light.

He did not die from the cannon fire.

Due to the special nature of its Noble Phantasm, coupled with its inherent skills and powerful recovery effects such as combat endurance, it possesses unique abilities.

Spartacus transformed into a gigantic monster.

It possesses a gigantic body that is tens of meters tall, resembling a monster, and the only recognizable feature is its face located at the top.

His beastly body has canine fangs similar to those of a wild beast, as well as a huge mouth like a human's.

Eyes of different sizes wriggled and blinked all over his body.

Spartacus, where the Suppressor was located, began to move.

Thump thump thump!

Dozens of large, fat legs supported its bloated body, running at an unbelievable speed.

Every step he takes shakes the earth.

"Hahahaha-!!"

The joyful, ecstatic laughter echoed across the battlefield.

Before long, he arrived at the battlefield where Chaldea and the others were.

Everyone who saw the monster was shocked.

"You're a Berserker!?"

Mordred stood there, stunned, unable to react for a moment.

They had initially thought Spartacus had died a heroic death, but to their surprise, he had survived.

Judging from this state, it feels extremely dangerous.

"Spartacus! Are you alright?"

Ritsuka was not afraid of Spartacus's appearance.

She had met Spartacus in a previous singularity, so she was basically familiar with his Noble Phantasm.

Ritsuka is currently relieved that her Servant is safe and sound.

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Chapter Fifty-Eight: Rebellion is Everything to Me! [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

"Where is the oppressor who oppresses us?! Let us destroy the oppressor with love! Hahahaha-!!"

Spartacus raised his head and laughed wildly.

In a flash, Ritsuka came up with a way to break the deadlock.

Bagst's feet are rapidly recovering, while Joan of Arc's Atalanta, who is empowered by the Command Spell, is showing signs of weakness.

In addition, there was the bombardment from the cannons on the city walls, and the intermittent attacks from the surrounding duo of golems.

Chaldea is now in grave danger.

Spartacus will be the key to breaking the deadlock.

"Spartacus! Rebel against those walls!"

The innocent yet resolute words echoed across the battlefield.

That was Ritsuka's voice.

Spartacus symbolizes rebellion against tyranny, and is also a hero who provides relief to the weak.

The other party is his Master.

Undoubtedly, one can sense his shared desire to rebel.

He had previously endured bombardment from the city wall cannons, an act that demonstrated the Queen's repressive will within the city.

That way, there's no reason to object.

"Oh! You're going to stay here within these chalk walls that bind the people and isolate them from the world?! You oppressor! I'm about to start a rebellion here, be prepared!"

Spartacus turned his attention to the chalk walls.

Morgan, of course, also saw this scene through the projection, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

This kind of scourge is the biggest obstacle to those in power.

"I never imagined that such a rebellious symbol could exist in the history of humankind. It's just a pity that my fairy kingdom cannot tolerate your existence."

Morgan had no intention of using the horn cannon against Spartacus again.

After the initial barrage, she realized that simple attacks were ineffective against Spartacus.

We must deliver a strike with absolute destructive power.

The anti-city demon spear embedded in the inner city wall was mobilized and retrieved.

"Hahahaha! This is rebellion! Rebellion is the entire meaning of my life!..."

Spartacus charged toward the chalk walls.

He probably wanted to smash the city wall with brute force; in this hero's eyes, anything was possible.

If you were to say the word "impossible".

As a symbol of rebellion, he would overturn this impossibility.

"You filthy lump of flesh! You dare to touch His Majesty's city? Stop right here!"

Bagst's feet have recovered.

He slammed his greatsword down on Spartacus, who was rushing towards the city wall, and the raging shockwave transformed into a black dog that tore at his flesh.

Half of its body was pulverized upon contact with the flames.

Spartacus stopped.

The half of his body, charred by the flames, emitted a foul odor, but it did not completely suppress his rebellious spirit.

This desperate situation and overwhelming power is what Chaldea faces.

The fairy knight is simply too powerful.

This is perfect for a rebellious hero; suppression is what keeps him fighting.

"Oh! Oh—! This agonizing flame! And the pain of a beast tearing flesh apart! Good... oh... good... more...! more—!!"

Spartacus's joyful shouts rang out.

The shattered half of its body began to writhe, absorbing the power contained in the Bagst flames.

Joy and excitement filled my heart.

The desire to rebel grew stronger.

"This guy...!?"

Bagst realized something was wrong.