My Heroic Life

The great powers all over the world used their own methods, and the kings and leaders are waiting, waiting for the human power to compete with the supreme mystery, whether it is the mysterious swallowing the world or the superior civilization.

In Britain, this man will decide whether to fall off the jewel on the crown today.

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The king of knights walked ahead, and behind him were the round tables.

Unprecedented, the legion named Britannia has been confined on the two wings for several consecutive years, while the main force and elite are concentrated in the Chinese army. They will drive straight in and break through the blockade of monsters.

Almost all the heroic units are concentrated here, the Kai from afar, the unhealed Aggiwen, and the next-generation round table knights are assigned to control the two wings by the knight king, and the remaining round tables have all been concentrated.

Lancelot, Gawain, Tristan, Bedwell, Mordred, in addition to these shining or fearsome names, even the lower heroes left over from the previous era have joined them. They are old The old armor still shines, showing its former glory.

Another group of heroic spirits are gathered from various fields. They are weird, each with their own strengths and complex composition, drag writers, artificial humans, dangerous prisoners temporarily released from prison, and young people with green hoods who come from nowhere. Everyone has it.

As for the apostles, they are composed of the elites of various knights. They are all warriors who walked out of the sea of ​​blood from the dead mountain. Probably only death can stop their charge.

The short but extremely long march ended, and the human army stood still, facing the ocean of monsters.

The heavy breathing did not disappear because of halting. The human instinct roared in the hearts of the soldiers, calling them to fly away. They clenched their weapons, gritted their teeth, and resisted the coercion of the high fantasy species with a determined will.

Under the gaze of countless all over the world, the king of knights rode forward, her fringed blonde hair shining in the morning sun, emerald-colored pupils filled with courage and determination, she wore a dark blue uniform, liberating the invisible Enchantment, pointed the dazzling holy sword towards the sky.

"Arthur!"

The warriors slammed their guns on the ground, making a dull noise, and they opened their mouths to call out the name of the king.

"Arthur!"

The shouts spread in the team like infection. The soldiers roared under the tremendous pressure. The undefeated legend made them courageous.

"Arthur!"

"Arthur!"

"Arthur!"

The standing army, the guards, the veterans, the new barracks, the two hundred thousand British soldiers roared in unison. They were united in the waves of the mountains and the tsunami. Their weapons hit the ground to make the plain tremble. Under the guidance of the front figure, The morale of the army is rising steadily.

The coercion of the fantasy species dissipated in this shout, the numb arm gained strength, the passionate blood was flowing in the chest, the soldiers were angry, and the fighting spirit surged.

And in the midst of the waves and the earth trembling, the leopards shrank back, the two-horned beasts walked uncomfortably, and Chimera screamed in terror, even the giant dragon that despised everything had to spread its wings and fly into the sky.

The knight king raised the sword flat, and the shouts slowly subsided. The soldiers panted heavily, watching every move of the king.

Altria raised her head and looked at the vast sky.

Beyond the end of the sky, in the orbit of the stars, the sharp weapon of civilization exudes bursts of chill, towering and roaring.

Damocles.

It is the holy sword in myths and legends, and it is also the name of the British space-based weapon.

The essence is a pillar cast from a variety of metals and magic ore. Under precise guidance, it will fall from space and destroy the target across an altitude of 10,000 meters.

This is a magical realm where civilized weapons cannot be used. Humans use magic enchantments and physical laws to forge a sharp sword. Now, an unprecedented battle is approaching, and it will become the pioneer of the road.

At the same moment, outside the magical realm, Britain's top technicians gathered together, watching the king through magical images, silently waiting for the firing order, and the huge control room was silent.

For many years, the power of civilization has been unable to encroach on the magical realm, and mysterious powers are everywhere. The original space-based weapons of mankind cannot break the mystery and cause damage even if they rely solely on kinetic energy.

Enchanting, sculpting, and improving the composition, repeated attempts have become a waste case in failure. The researchers worked hard, and the Holy Sword Project was abandoned three times and restarted three times. Finally, breakthroughs have been made in the continuous exploration of the demon realm. After decades, Fang was perfect.

Wish to grind a sword for a hundred years, and succeed with the sword!

Altria's gaze slowly retracted, she spoke, her voice solemn and cold.

"At this time, here, in the name of Arthur Pendragon, King of Britain, I lift the No. 22 Restriction Order."

The soldiers listened with bated breath, and the researchers in the remote monitoring room were already boiling.

"I order..."

The calibration of each link has been optimal, and there is only one approval and review left, and that is the audio verification specially reserved for the king.

In the next second, the prelude to destruction was played with a majestic order.

"Damocles, start!"

Chapter 93 The Way of the Sages (1/4)

Outside the magical realm, the green light in the control room flickered, and the coordinates of the strike location were transmitted through the hands of Merlin, and were accurate to centimeters under the huge quantum calculation. Above the sky, the cold metal pile was finally pushed out under electronic instructions.

Under the action of gravity, they accelerated and eagerly returned to the embrace of the planet. Yuyan threw the majestic force and heat in her arms, and the light and flames reflected their bodies to penetrate the sky.

Amid the thunderous explosion, cracks and cracked glass appeared in the void, and the entangled trajectory followed the smearing of the meteor. It was Damocles' blade that opened the sky.

Within the Demon Realm, in King Camelot, the sea of ​​monsters gathered together rolled and restless.

Animals in nature still have wild intuition, and the top fantasy species also have biological alarms to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

But now, Chimera's irritable lion head roared, the double-horned beast screamed with red eyes, and the dragon roar of the dragon species was endless. Even the huge guardian took a defensive posture and scanned the surroundings.

The incomprehensible instincts of mysterious creatures urged them to leave here, and different high-level fantasy species were agitated at the same time, and they all had the same premonition, that is-life and death are on the line, catastrophe is imminent.

The monsters anxiously searched for possible threats but in vain, until the ground was illuminated by the light above, countless monsters raised their heads.

Then they saw the stars and fire falling from the sky.

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Damocles.

That is the anger of civilization, the hymn of death.

Hundreds of meteors fell by human will, flames and air waves were connected, the earth shook, and 200,000 British troops were fortunate to witness this moment together.

The metal pile smashed into the ground, an instant violent explosion, the high temperature melted everything nearby, the rolled up flying sand and rocks caused diffuse damage, the smoke and dust dispersed, leaving only a scorched meteorite-like crater in the center of the falling point.

The low-level monsters were wiped out by this blow. The body wrapped in the Guardian's rock was also riddled with splashing rocks. The flying dragon was unfortunately hit, and the metal pile pierced the strong flesh without hindrance. , The flesh and blood rained down, and the dragon kind wailed and fell into the sky.

The air wave formed by the explosion swept across the plain. Even under the protection of the magicians, the soldiers still had to grit their teeth to resist, and the Leopardmen and the Black Armored Army without any protection had been engulfed in gusts of wind and flew up.

Before the 200,000 army, stars and fire covered the entire Camelot, life disappeared with the wind in the flickering of light and shadow, the burning corpse was the tragic song of sin and punishment, and the epic scene made people stay silent in awe.

"Oh! Inspiration!"

Of course, this shocking scene also gave the artists rare enlightenment. The dramatist named Shakespeare hugged his body and shouted while shaking.