With Achilles and Atalanta's retreat, Spartacus was left completely isolated.
Originally, he had an EX-rank Endurance, and he also had the innate skill 'Glory of the Maimed', which turned his injuries into strength, as well as an 'Indomitable Will' that would not let him give up. With an A+ rank Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm 'The Roar of the Wounded Beast', he was simply one of the most helpless servants of this era.
The only way to deal with him was to finish the fight quickly and kill him instantly. Once the time dragged on, his power would continuously grow, and he would eventually turn into a real monster. What was even more terrifying was that this continuously accumulating power and magic would eventually turn him into a giant magical bomb. Even if he was defeated, he would give the attacker a terrifying counterattack.
But his only weakness was that he needed 'accumulation' and 'instantaneous burst damage'.
At this time, Spartacus, whose limbs were fixed by the Great Prince's spikes and whose body was locked by Caster's doll, was constantly roaring 'Oppressor', just like a madman...
"What a pity. If he wasn't a Berserker, he would have been a great warrior."
After the Great Prince said this with a sigh, he simply took his people back to the castle.
It seemed a bit strange to have sent out seven people at once just to capture Spartacus, but in reality, it was already enough for the war situation.
The original 7v7 had already turned into a 7v6, and if Caster's plan succeeded, it might even turn into an 8v6.
It could be said that this time they had completely gained the advantage, and what was so strange about sending out people for an advantage? Before a war begins, as a commander, one often needs to prepare several, or even dozens, of action plans in order to respond to the situation as quickly as possible once the war begins. During this process, there will naturally be discarded plans, but as long as they win in the end, everything is worth it.
But at the same time everyone was retreating, Lancer also moved closer to Li Shuwen.
"Master Li, did you see Lancer attack just now?"
In the face of Lancer question, Li Shuwen shook his head.
"I can be sure that those 'spikes' didn't come from the ground. As expected, they came from within the body."
Although Lancer had a similar guess when he was hit by the other party before, he was too weak and fainted, so he couldn't confirm his situation at all, and now Li Shuwen's words confirmed his guess.
'It's simply unreasonable...'
And on the other side, Li Shuwen, seeing Lancer slightly nervous expression, shook his head.
"Everyone has a weakness. Although I can't be sure, that ability should also have a weakness. After all, if he doesn't even know who is attacking him, who should he attack?"
Unlike Lancer, perhaps because of his mentality, Lancer had always only seen himself as a 'Lancer' and a 'General' who charged forward. He had never seen himself as a great existence, but Li Shuwen was different.
He not only had strength that far exceeded others, but also his own pride and persistence. In his opinion, heroic spirits also had their own ranks, and he undoubtedly liked those heroic spirits who trained themselves and relied on their own strength, while he didn't care too much about those who became heroic spirits because of 'legends'.
After all, being able to become a heroic spirit meant that they were already dead, and as long as they were dead, they had a weakness.
One could continuously improve oneself by relying on oneself, just like him. Even if the enhancement from being a heroic spirit was excluded, he was still much stronger than his former self with just his skills alone, but if one was forcibly pushed to a certain position by a legend, then that might be the other party's limit.
Spartacus was taken by Caster to the Golem Factory for modification. Lancer was not interested in this, or rather, even if he was interested, the other party wouldn't let him know what happened, so he was dragged by Li Shuwen to the courtyard to continue practicing.
For Li Shuwen, the time he had to stay was only a few short days. He had no choice before, but now he wished he could use all his time to train Lancer, and Lancer was naturally very happy about this. He would even ask the other party questions about cavalry lances during his rest time.
There was no doubt that Li Shuwen was best at the great spear, followed by Eastern spears, and finally Western spears, and he probably didn't even know where cavalry lances ranked, but as the saying goes, if you master one thing, you master all things. Even if it was just 'knowing how to use' according to Li Shuwen, it could still give Lancer a lot of tips.
But at this moment...
"Huh?! Cavalry lance? I can use that!"
The sudden voice of Astolfo startled Lancer, and then he looked at the other party with a strange expression.
In order to deal with Spartacus, Darnic had issued an order to shrink the defense, so everyone gathered in the castle. Fiore, in order to 'steal information', had been 'monitoring' him, and later even openly moved a table from upstairs to the courtyard, and Astolfo, who was bored alone, also came over.
Before, looking at the other party constantly chattering and saying things to Fiore, Lancer, for some reason, had the illusion of seeing lilies blooming.
And during this time, Li Shuwen still didn't express any opinion. Perhaps in his opinion, what he was teaching Lancer was just the basics, and it wouldn't affect his combat power even if others saw it, right?
But no one expected that Astolfo, who was treated as a background prop, would suddenly join in.
"Hey hey~ Why are you looking at me like that~ Although I'm cute, I'm a knight under Lord Charlemagne~"
It was something that sounded very majestic from the mouths of most people, but when it came from Astolfo's mouth, it gave off the feeling of a child acting cute, and...
"Is it okay for you to teach me?"
"?"
"Your master..."
As soon as Lancer mentioned this, Astolfo's face, which had been smiling, instantly dropped. There was no doubt that even with his cheerful personality, he didn't like his master at all.
"Forget it~ Forget it~ Let's not talk about her~"
After waving his hand, she waved it seemingly casually.
"Do you want to learn? Although I can't compare to Bradamante, I have practiced a little~"
Speaking of which, Lancer didn't have much of an impression of Astolfo as a heroic spirit besides 'a cute boy'. After all, he wasn't gay, so he was a little hesitant when asked this question by the other party.
He had always taught himself how to use a cavalry lance. At first, it was for hunting giant beasts, then it was for slaughtering on the battlefield, and finally, he got a strange skill book from that unknown 'girl'. Along the way, he had never systematically learned, which also led to his attacks having no rules, but with his extraordinary talent and instinct, it finally turned into his current 'beast-style' way of attacking.
But the question was whether the other party could be trusted?
Seeing Lancer suddenly fall silent and not knowing what he was thinking, Astolfo suddenly did something that many people couldn't understand.
"Just trust me~ I just find it interesting!!"
Astolfo, who was lying on Lancer back like a spoiled child, instantly made Fiore's cheeks turn red, while Lancer looked helpless.
He had felt that the other party was a bit abnormal before, and now he knew one thing: his feeling was definitely not wrong, after all, would a normal servant do this kind of thing?
"Alright~ Alright~ I'll listen, okay~"
"Oh yeah~! Say it! I'll tell you anything you don't understand!"
Looking at the pair of starry eyes that were in front of him, Lancer helplessly reached out and pushed him away.
"You're a servant, at least look a little like a legendary hero..."
"A hero? Hehe~ I don't know~ Everyone says I am, so I am~ I'm just doing things according to my own nature~"
"I guess the Charlemagne you served must have been very helpless, right?"
"Hehe~"
Looking at the other party's silly smile again, what else could Lancer do but sigh? But if he knew that Astolfo had the class skill 'Rationality Evaporation', he probably wouldn't have been so surprised.
He felt that the other party was constantly changing his understanding of the term 'servant'.
But compared to the other party's unreliable personality, the other party was very serious when 'teaching' the cavalry lance, and some of these were things Lancer knew, and some were things he didn't know. He gradually stopped being conflicted and listened with a serious face.
As for Li Shuwen on the other side, he was watching Lancer and Astolfo communicate with his hands crossed and a face full of interest.
Li Shuwen wasn't angry about Astolfo's sudden intrusion. In fact, he was even more curious about what Lancer final achievement would be.
'What a pity. I wonder if I'll have a chance to see him again later...'
Lancer knew that Astolfo was a male and had no extra thoughts about the other party. In his opinion, the other party was just a bit of an extrovert, just like a certain brown-haired man with a cane from before, who liked to put his arm around his shoulder after they got to know each other, but it wasn't like that in the eyes of others.
Looking at Astolfo who was lying on Lancer back, Fiore suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
'What should I do if the patriarch's mission fails?'
She originally wanted to interrupt their conversation, but after thinking about it, she chose to give up. After all, she had been observing Lancer for the past two days, and she had seen his serious attitude towards learning in his free time. She really didn't want to interrupt, and what's more——————
'I really hate it when people disturb me while I'm studying. Lancer is probably the same, right? In order to complete the mission, I can't make Mr. Lancer unhappy, but...'
Fiore, who was sitting in the wheelchair, looked a bit strange, and even the way she was drinking tea became more frequent, and Chiron, who was sitting in a chair on the other side, also smiled after seeing his master's reaction.
"Although I'm not very proficient in 'spearmanship', I have learned a little..."
Seeing his master's relieved expression, the smile on Chiron's face grew wider.