Anyone who is on the battlefield can basically explode into several times their original fighting power once they get into a fight and get excited and dizzy.

For example, after Yide drank, after Xiao Li drank, and after Hong Qigong drank.

The West calls this madness, and District 11 likes to call it rampage. No matter what it is called, there is always only one way to do it - and that is: "Fuck him!"

"Cheer up for me, don't embarrass me like a fool!" Brad is now forced into a desperate situation, and the evil starts in his heart, and the evil comes from the courage, and he says to me

Having been on the battlefield for so many years, I have always fought with the majority against the minority. I can only hit others, and others are not allowed to hit me. How can I capsize in this gutter?

Of course he didn't want to, thinking that there were endless beautiful young people waiting for me, so he yelled and used his secret trick - the dead end to heaven.

The ghost pirates under his command moved in response to the sound, and the demons danced wildly. The cloudy energy emitted from the sky made people feel the bone-chilling wind under the scorching sun. For a moment, sand and rocks flew, the earth trembled, a strange phenomenon was born, a monster was born, and there was no thunder in the sky. Bulla

Germany is also going to make a shining debut - to put it bluntly, it's a combination.

About fifty green ghost bodies are constantly stretching and extending as they fly in the air. The biggest advantage of the incorporeal ghosts is that they are not limited by their bodies. Even if they change their posture, they can use another way of survival.

Continue to survive.

Brad, with fluttering blond hair, stood in the center, raising his hands like a dough chef, just short of hanging a "Indian Flying Pancake" sign. A large number of ghosts were blended together by him in the rotating green whirlwind, and the pirates

It screamed and danced in the air, sometimes forming an S shape, and sometimes forming a B shape.

No one has ever studied the soul body, but one of the generally accepted theories is that this strange thing that is visible and intangible is a relatively strong personal magnetic field. The residual brain waves after death have not dissipated, and are different from those in nature.

A strong magnetic field resonates somewhere and gets amplified, which creates ghosts.

Of course, because it requires external magnetic field resonance, this kind of ghost is generally known as the "earth-bound spirit" and cannot be far away from the magnetic field.

However, this theory has obviously been enhanced and mutated in the moon world.

Through the resonance of the magic circuit, everyone's soul wavelength is adjusted to the same frequency. In theory, the magic power can be shared, and even if the attributes are different, they can be used with each other. Yes, this is the principle of magic replenishment, and it is also the principle of countless cool people day and night.

One of the longed-for wishes.

Originally, it was necessary to use bang bang bang to make the brain waves adjust when they are at their highest. The same is true for the ghost body. Brad directly used external force, that is, magic power, to forcefully adjust the wavelengths of him and his men. Fortunately, the ghost body is light and easy to train.

, it doesn’t take much effort or having sex with a group of big men under him to mend the demon, he can directly achieve a high degree of spiritual unity, and then - merge.

"Oh oh oh - I feel so good! My big gun is already so thirsty!" Amidst the constant roars and the piercing screams of the ghosts, Brad grew taller and taller, as if he was wearing a

A layer of huge humanoid fighting machines is enlarged in the same proportion:

Two meters, five meters, ten meters, twenty meters... Finally, Brad's body stopped at the peak height of thirty meters, which is almost half a height taller than most strong trees!

The resonance of the magnetic field of dozens of people obviously produced the effect of one plus one greater than two, allowing Brad to briefly reach a terrifying level of strength. It seemed that splitting the ground with his feet and punching through the sky was not a dream. The giant Brad was just a dream.

With a slight wave of his fist, the cyclone generated blew away several Macedonian soldiers around him. The soldiers who gave him a huge headache just now were now as fragile and small as toys in front of him.

Of course, becoming gigantic also comes at a cost. After this battle, the combat strength of the ghost troops under the White Knight dropped by at least 50%, which requires a lot of time and magic power to recover. Moreover, it was not Brad himself who became gigantic, so he

The knight's sword and armor, which are noble phantoms, cannot be used again. And it is impractical to condense these ghosts into a sword. The required soul strength is too concentrated, which will cause irreparable damage to the ghosts.

Although he is not as powerful as the ancient god Liang Feifan met back then, and at most he is less than one-tenth of the strength, but if you imagine amplifying SABER or any heroic spirit dozens of times, the destructive power would be geometric.

The effect of doubling growth is terrifying enough!

"I've told you before - this is not a fair war! As long as you can win, how about it? Facing me like this, do your little soldiers still have a chance to win?" The giant Bra

De laughed loudly, and the amplified laughter was also a powerful sonic weapon. Several soldiers who were close to him immediately felt chest tightness and headaches, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. Fortunately, they were heroic spirits. If they were ordinary people, their brains would have burst and died.

"Well..." Iskandar didn't look too good. Anyone who loses an easy victory will not be in a good mood, but he still ordered: "Gather the battle formation - siege formation!"

This is not the first time that the soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles have encountered this huge monster. In the history of Macedonian wars for many years, the invincible cavalry have also crushed this huge monster. Of course, this requires paying a huge price.

, and the huge monster in front of us is obviously not comparable to those low-intelligent creatures in the past. He is a "human", with wisdom, thoughts and brains. He has lost the advantage of his brain. Human beings are facing nature again.

Then there is no capital to win.

Now Iskandar is thinking whether such a battle is worth the price he pays - once the king's army is almost exhausted here, it means that he will not be able to fight with the strongest few for a long time in the future.

Heroic Spirits Confrontation, SABER, ARCHER, these two will be at a disadvantage if they don't have the king's military strength.

"Ms. Joan of Arc——" In desperation, the Conqueror King had to turn to Joan of Arc again: "Is there any way to deal with this guy? The consumption of the soldiers is too great, I can't waste them all here...

.”

"..." The long blond braid shook twice, and Jeanne nodded first, then shook her head - her Red Lotus Sword can indeed kill Bu Bu in an instant without any doubt.

Rad, no matter how big he becomes, it is useless. Unless he can be the same model as Shamei Qiujun, rise to the planet level and have the same authority as Gaia, otherwise he will die if he is caught by the Red Lotus Sword.

Afterwards, Joan of Arc also died.

Borrowing the religious meaning of the burning she suffered before her death and giving it a mysterious meaning, Joan of Arc's most powerful treasure, the Red Lotus Sword, has the ability to kill her enemies together. Although she has never taken out this sword, as long as she

Participating in the Holy Grail War, the strength of this Noble Phantasm can be seen from the fact that she is neither a caster made for the battlefield nor a LANCER for spearmen, but a SABER for swordsmen.

"Is that so... there is no other way..." The voice gradually became lower, and the soldiers at the front were still fighting hard. Without the king's order, they would fight like machines until the last drop of blood was shed.

, Brad is like a beast rushing into a herd of sheep. Soldiers are constantly being thrown into the sky while flying with his hands, and then fall to the ground and die. No weapons or swords are needed. This simplest method is now instead

is the most effective.

The arrangement of the battle formation does not affect his judgment. When the difference in strength reaches a certain level, only a small flaw is enough for him to completely destroy the trapped beast battle formation that Macedonia has used for hundreds of years.

"Ha, isn't this the end of the road? That guy is quite capable -" To Jeanne's surprise, she thought that this commander with an A+ commanding ability would be looking sad now, but instead of him, he burst out laughing.

When he stood up, he was no longer as serious or dull as before.

"Has His Majesty the King of Conqueror already figured out a solution?" Joan of Arc was puzzled.

"No, there is no solution. In other words, if I want to kill this guy, I can't do it at the moment -" Iskandar glanced at the bullock cart floating far away in the sky. A slender figure was lying on the cart.

Looking up here, with Weber's eyesight, he could only see the huge white knight, but Iskandar could see the fearful and courageous expression on his face.

——It’s a safe place hundreds of meters away. If Brad wants to hurt him, he first has to step over our bodies...

"It's still so useless, my MASTER." He didn't care at all about the white knight's rampage. Iskandar just looked at the bullock cart where Weber was sitting and whispered: "This war is not meant to belong to the world."

I should have paid off the favor I owed to the magician just now."

"I cannot allow my soldiers to continue to suffer casualties because of my personal sense of honor and biased emotions -" Iskandar glanced at Joan of Arc and said, "Although I am very reluctant, the Holy Grail War is not over yet, and I will not

It is possible that all the strength will be exhausted here, let alone the enemies in the future, no one can predict." As long as he is a participant in the Holy Grail War, it means that he will definitely become an enemy of Liang Feifan in the future.

"Is His Majesty the Conqueror planning to run away?"

"Escape? Don't say it so harshly -" Iskandar laughed indifferently: "Rather than escaping, I prefer to use the term "strategic retreat" invented by a certain Chinese leader. Since this

Even if the battle cannot be won, there is no need to win it. As a leader, I will naturally not continue to fight, and so will you, Miss Jeanne. Leave as soon as I can after I untie the inherent barrier——"

There is one sentence that RIDER did not say: "Our little MASTER is still so uneasy. Before he can take charge of his own life, just run away. What's the point of using my honor in exchange for his victory?"

"Indeed, it is very unwise to lose most of our strength here..." The girl with long blond hair nodded in agreement: "As a SERNENT, His Majesty does have to consider more things than us. Since His Majesty the Conqueror has already made his decision,

Decision, Joan of Arc will not dissuade——"

"Huh? What do you mean, you still want to stay here?" Iskandar said unexpectedly: "Without my help, you can't resist him at all. If you stay here, you will die in vain..."

"Joan Arc has said it before. As a king, you have much more to consider than we do... and as soldiers, we only need to abide by our promises and follow orders.

This is our bounden duty. Since I promised Mr. Magician, I will not leave before the promise is fulfilled. Breaking my promise is equivalent to abandoning my companions. For me, who has no companions to abandon, I will keep this place.

The only promise is the last thing I can do now..."

While saying this, Joan of Arc's green eyes revealed a deep sadness that could not be resolved. She no longer had a companion with whom she could fight together, so she had to keep this promise first.

.....

"That's it... Since we have chosen different paths, we are destined to part ways." The Conqueror King glanced at Jeanne with regret: "Then take care of yourself, Miss Jeanne. I hope that in the near future, you will

Be proud of your choice——"

People with different paths do not work together. Iskandar has finally recognized the reality that Joan of Arc cannot serve her. His regret is beyond words, but people have their own ambitions, so why should they consider it? It is everyone's responsibility to be responsible for their own choices.

Necessary personal growth.

"My most precious soldiers——!!! Today's battle banquet ends here, we will continue another day!!!"

The purple thunder ripped through the space, and the inherent barrier disappeared without a trace. Iskandar appeared on the bullock cart again. Brad didn't catch it with a punch, but directly bombarded a crane that was also dozens of meters high, knocking it away.

It flew dozens of meters like a toy, and then landed with a crash on the hillside on the other side.

"What's going on? Where is the person?" Turning around, Brad saw the frowning Highness Ji Jun looking unhappy: "Why don't you change back to your original shape, you idiot!"
Chapter completed!