Looking at the two people chatting and laughing below, Lev shook his head with pity.
Go ahead and play. You only have this little time left.
With the absolute advantage, Lev couldn't think of any possibility of losing. Showing a bit of the grace of the strong was acceptable.
"It's time to end this, human. Let me put a period on your short journey."
Saying this, Lev aimed his hand at the two below.
Dealing with the current Takumi and Nero, he felt he didn't even need to reveal his true form.
Even in his current appearance, he could easily crush them.
Continuous magic cannons poured out, mercilessly hitting the golden-red barrier unfurled by the two below.
With that look as if it would shatter in the next second, how long could it last?
As one of the 72 Demon God Pillars, his total magical energy capacity was one of his proudest assets.
Magic cannons of this level were just a sprinkle of water for Lev.
'End it. This is best for you, and for me—'
"OPPRESSOR——!!"
A high-pitched shout came from above, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind.
The huge commotion interrupted Lev's thoughts.
Something big is coming!
The next second.
The roof, already mostly destroyed by Romulus's Noble Phantasm, was smashed open with a bang.
A large amount of rubble mixed with dust scattered downwards.
A "mountain of meat" descended from the sky, blocking Lev's attack path exactly.
Taking Lev's attack completely with his body.
Because it happened so suddenly, Lev subconsciously stopped his attacking movements.
"General Spartacus!"
Amidst the dust, Nero saw the person clearly and cheered immediately.
"As expected of the Berserker General I trust the most! To come to the rescue at such a critical moment!"
"Based on this merit, if you were in the same era as me, I would definitely appoint you a high official position that everyone would envy!"
Takumi didn't speak, but his mood was equally excited.
He looked at Spartacus's broad back with fervent eyes.
He still remembered what Spartacus said in the military camp back then, but he didn't expect Spartacus to really come during this decisive battle, and so timely at that!
Spartacus didn't respond to Nero's words. As a Berserker with a not-low rank of Madness Enhancement, he didn't have such clear conversational logic.
Moreover, his battle intensity before coming here wasn't low either; traces of unhealed halberd marks could still be faintly seen on his body.
His body becoming bloated was his Noble Phantasm at work.
The alien magical energy accumulating in his body made his already chaotic head even more muddled.
But even so, he could clearly distinguish—
"Weak ones, I protect!"
He looked at Takumi and Nero, who were supporting each other to stand up.
"Oppressors, I destroy!"
He looked at Lev above.
Without hesitation, he swung the great sword in his hand, launching a fierce slash upwards.
The position where Lev stood was destroyed by him, and Lev landed on the ground level with the others, looking gloomy.
"I see. Is this your hidden card?"
"It seems I underestimated you again."
Hidden card? What hidden card?
Nero froze for a moment.
But soon she reacted.
"That's right! General Spartacus is exactly our hidden card! The absolute reinforcement existing for insidious and cunning guys like you!"
Never mind the details, claim it first!
Spartacus laughed loudly again, swinging his giant sword to smash at Lev, making Lev's face look even worse.
"Just a mere familiar. To think you count him as a hidden card."
"But this is just right. Let me show you our true form!"
Lev grinned, magical energy churning in his body.
Accompanied by a gust of wind and magical flashes.
Lev's body deformed continuously, expanding wildly. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a huge pillar of flesh covered with eyes.
Demon God Pillar manifested—Flauros!
"Whoa, what an ugly form! My eyes used for appreciating beauty are about to go blind from the ugliness!" Nero shouted.
Although Flauros didn't have a face right now, for some reason, Takumi felt its "face" turned black instantly.
"Hmph! It is this ugliness that will thoroughly destroy you!"
Flauros snorted coldly. Magic cannons far more powerful than before poured out toward Spartacus.
"Haha, Oppressor!!"
What made Flauros widen his eyes was that Spartacus seemed to be bathing in the magic cannons.
Not dodging or avoiding, he faced the magic cannons head-on and came up to slash him with his sword.
Damage not high, insult extreme.
Flauros overheated on the spot.
"Mere familiar——!!"
Without a word, Flauros began to gather magical energy. After a short window, an extremely dangerous aura emanated from him.
The air seemed to thicken because of it.
Seeing this, Takumi and Nero sensed something bad and hurriedly activated their Noble Phantasm together again, hiding under the flag.
"Burn to ashes for me!"
[Incineration Ritual: Flauros]!
Heat capable of melting even rock poured onto Spartacus, turning everyone's vision white.
When the scorching light dissipated, Takumi and Nero could open their eyes and look at the battlefield.
They weren't Flauros's primary target, so they only bore a small portion of the power.
In contrast, Spartacus, who took the full force of Flauros's skill, had his original appearance burned beyond recognition. Like a cooked prawn, his whole body turned a strange red, steam rising from his head.
Looking at that color, the outer layer of muscles was probably cooked.
But—Spartacus didn't die!
Not only that, new flesh and blood surged frantically on his body, replacing the cooked parts, and constantly proliferating, making his body even more massive.
Every second, his body grew a size larger.
"The attacks of the Oppressor will only become my strength!"
"Oppressor who despises life, prepare to face my fatal blow!"
The swordsman climbing up from the ground was laughing wildly.
Flauros overheated even more. Considering Servants as lower life forms, how could he tolerate such humiliation?
"You really dare to say that! Just a mere familiar controlled by others..."
"No! Spartacus is not the familiar you speak of! He is a hero! A hero who fights for freedom and the weak!"
Takumi suddenly raised his right hand high, interrupting Flauros.
The red mark on the back of his hand shone brightly.
"So..."
Command Spell—
"Please help this hero crush all oppressors blocking his way!!"
A flash of red light passed. The power of the Command Spell enhanced Spartacus, making his already massive body even more terrifying.
Obtaining the support of the weak made the smile on Spartacus's face even wilder.
"Using a Command Spell on this guy. It seems you have exhausted your means."
Flauros sneered.
After a brief calm analysis, he also figured out that Spartacus was likely a type with super recovery who could convert damage into magical energy, manifested externally as an increasingly powerful body.
But even the most powerful Noble Phantasm would have a limit to what it could endure and absorb.
As long as he continuously poured in powerful attacks, exceeding the limit he could absorb, it would be enough to finish him off!
Thinking this, Flauros had already begun to fire his maximum output magic cannons at Spartacus continuously.
Like a machine gun, frantically hitting Spartacus's growing body.
Takumi, who knew Spartacus's Noble Phantasm, was already hugging Nero, shivering under the flag.
With this output efficiency, plus his own Command Spell.
Takumi didn't know how strong the destructive power Spartacus would display later.
Flauros guessed right; Spartacus's Noble Phantasm had a limit, and he would die once the limit was reached.
But what he didn't guess was that once Spartacus's Noble Phantasm reached its limit, before dying, he would unleash a rule-breaking destructive power comparable to an Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm!
Flauros was roaring.
The swordsman was laughing wildly.
Countless magic cannons struck the swordsman's body.
Finally—Spartacus's Noble Phantasm reached its limit.
[Crying Warmonger (Howl of the Wounded Beast)]!
In Flauros's horrified eyes, the alien magical energy accumulated in Spartacus reached its peak, submerging the entire palace like a raging flood.
Light and high heat melted everything in front, crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.
The Allied Capital seemed to encounter an apocalyptic disaster. Starting from Spartacus's position, a fan-shaped stream of light that melted and vaporized everything in its path cut through half the city, crashing straight into the hill behind it.
Destroying the entire hill into dust.
Even the soldiers fighting on the other side of the city could clearly see this unparalleled brilliance.