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

Spartacus does not possess the ability to devour; his true power lies in converting all the damage he suffers into power.

Only a devastating blow can end him.

Mash, Ritsuka, and the others watched as Spartacus was being healed.

You can feel that astonishing magical power emanating from him, but you can't tell how strong it is.

Suddenly, everyone saw something that could not be ignored.

The dark green magic spear, releasing terrifying pressure, floated into the air, its tip locked onto Spartacus directly in front of the city wall.

EX-level city-defense magic spear.

"A rebellious hero from the pan-human history. Let me see if you can survive this blow."

Morgan completely unleashed the magic gun.

This demonic spear is a compressed version of a divinely created weapon; in terms of power, it could easily destroy this plain.

Shattered light shone down on the behemoth.

Mashu immediately shielded Ritsuka from the aftershocks.

Atalanta and Bagst are not targets of the attack, so there is no need to worry about them being affected.

Joan of Arc could only rely on her own strength to withstand the aftermath.

"Hahahaha! It's not over yet! It's not over yet!!"

Spartacus's body shattered due to the intense light.

Take a step forward with all your might.

The field of vision was stained blood red, the blood evaporated and dissipated into the air by the high temperature.

What reached Ritsuka's ears was an indomitable roar.

At that moment, she understood what she had to do: to offer assistance to the rebellious hero.

"I command it with a single Command Spell: Spartacus! Do not lose!"

The Command Seal on Ritsuka's hand dissipated.

An unprecedented surge of magic flowed into his spiritual core, and the rebellious consciousness stirred his heart.

Even the faintest and smallest flame of unyielding spirit.

This was also the target that Spartacus sought to help.

Rumble—!!

The demonic spear completely bombarded the eastern part of the city.

A crater several meters deep appeared before us, and the air was thick with an ether that was difficult to breathe.

Bagst and Atalanta laid down their bows and swords.

It was as if everything had already settled down.

Just when everyone thought so, that wild and loud laughter came out again from the smoke (dede).

"Burning! Rolling! Hahahaha-!! This heat, this passion, is the bond I have forged with my Master!"

In the smoke, the remaining bloated chunks of flesh had no skin.

The flesh and bones are visible on the surface.

The face that was pressed against the meat piece showed a joyful expression as it spoke.

He survived thanks to the Command Seals given by Ritsuka.

The damage he sustained was quickly converted into magic, causing the blood-red tumor to swell and grow even larger.

This time it was twice the size of the original.

Although Lostbelts exist far beyond Pan-Human History, Pan-Human History also contains things that are no less significant than Lostbelts.

This is the radiance that only heroic spirits possess.

The fairy kingdom of Britain has long since lost the concept of heroic spirits.

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"You bastard! Do you still want to come any closer?!"

Bagst held his greatsword in front of him as a shield.

The rebellious beast's giant fist struck her head-on, sending her flying off the city wall and crashing down.

He wasn't seriously injured.

However, Spartacus's brute strength was so terrifying that even Bagst could not withstand it.

He has accumulated too much energy.

We have now reached a critical point.

"Hahahaha! Send all the rebels to their deaths! How delightful! How truly delightful! This pain is my life! My pride! My love will erupt here!"

Spartacus's enormous body continued to expand.

The immense magical power brewing within him emitted a striking light through his skin, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

The flesh grew fangs and arms.

Transformed into a monster, he will sing the declaration of the rebels.

"If you Lostbelts are the blades wielded against us, the people of human history, then I will become the spiked armor of resistance! I will become the bright beacon for the rebels to advance!"

Dark purple electricity coursed through his body.

The Chaldeans also knew what Spartacus was doing.

If this suppressed energy were released, the Chalk Wall might be destroyed.

But Spartacus will also vanish as a result.

Faced with this outcome, he not only did not back down, but instead showed a pleased smile on his face.

He was willing to become a stepping stone for Chaldea and others to advance.

As long as the fire of rebellion burns in one's heart, it will never die out.

"My strike will shatter all oppression! Shatter all power! This is Spartacus—!"

His face had long been obscured by the stream of light.

The radiance emanating from that face, whose original features were obscured, was about to unleash all the power hidden within.

"【Extreme Adversity. Warcry Overl】--!"

Unleashing a full-blown rebellious brilliance, they charged toward the chalk wall.

Blocking its way was Bagst.

"Such a firefly's light! A spectacle spanning human history!"

Bagst had no intention of avoiding the issue.

Retreating here would be tantamount to admitting inferiority to a Heroic Spirit, a claim she, as a powerful being, would never accept.

He raised his greatsword and used all his strength to block the city wall.

The roar that echoed across the entire plain was like the roar of a giant dragon, gradually melting and shattering the chalk wall.

Everyone was shocked by this scene.

The chalk walls, which were initially undamaged, have now finally been shattered and breached by them.

The vibrations made my bones feel numb.

No unexpected explosion or booming sound could be heard.

The eastern wall on the right side of the royal city was shattered by the light, as if a dividing line had been drawn out.

The light of rebellion left an indelible mark.

When the light fades and calm returns.

When everyone looked at the city wall again, they saw a huge gap had appeared, and the road leading into the city had been opened.

"Mr. Spartacus...paved the way for us..."

Mashu stood there, stunned, watching this scene.

They could no longer sense any Spirit Origin reactions related to Spartacus, who had sacrificed his life to prove his rebellion.

Perhaps, this is his wish in this life.

"Everyone! We cannot let Mr. Spartacus down! Now is the perfect time to storm into the city!"

Joan of Arc reacted immediately.

The other Servants nodded in agreement upon hearing her call, and Spartacus had overcome the biggest obstacle.