My Heroic Life

That is the incarnation of the power of the British Isles. For many years, no one has dared to fight with him for a long time. The endless magic power in the veins is his reliance, and any place in Britain is his home field.

Now, his magic power, who has opened the hole and gained part of the power in the world, is even longer. In this confrontation that consumes a huge amount of magic power every second, his advantage is beginning to grow.

The black dragon flame is like a never-ending wave, endlessly spitting from the hideous dragon's mouth. Altria's sword-holding hands began to tremble slightly, and she gradually felt a little powerless.

The black rush began to crush the golden brilliance inch by inch, the balance of balance was broken, the black flame was advancing all the way in the continuous output of magic power, and the light of the holy sword was retreating steadily, and finally there was only the knight king around his body. The light is making the final resistance.

Altria gritted her teeth, and the continuous and large withdrawal of magic power made her body feel weak. A slight dizziness was accompanied by blurred vision, the brain was gradually numb, and her consciousness began to become unclear.

In the trance, the familiar figure in the depths of his mind seemed to emerge in front of his eyes. It was the figure of the shameless knight, and then turned into a handsome young man with fluttering hair.

Orchid.

In the hallucinations, Altria looked at the young man smiling at her, and the corners of her mouth were unconsciously aroused, but the next moment, Morgan's anger sounded in her ears.

Altria was shocked, the illusion disappeared as the pupils contracted, and the front of him became a duel of light and shadow.

is it?It is an illusion, indeed, even if there is such a smile on his face, it is definitely not the case in his heart.

She laughed like a self-deprecating smile. Now that she knows the whole truth, Altria has thought about a question more than once. Is Lan by her side really happy?

I'm afraid not.

For more than 20 years, he has endured the deterioration of his soul day after day, taking care of his immature self, with neither name nor profit, fighting for his life against powerful enemies in the invisible battlefield. He is in the dark. Licking the wound, he pretended to be comfortable and happy under the light.

But what did Altria return?

Accepting the company of childhood sweethearts and the care from a young age, when fighting, he must charge forward under her command, and when he accepts Wanmin's cheers, he must hold the king's flag by her side.

Altria couldn't imagine the mood that person was watching her marry Guinevere, watching her personally ruin the unspoken relationship between the two of them for more than ten years to the political marriage, watching She abandoned him like a shoe for the so-called righteousness of Britain.

Morgan was right.

Altria laughed at herself: "What a brazen woman."

The heart in the chest seemed to be twitching. It was thinking of the phantom pain that the lover had experienced over the years, and her self-blame cut Altria's heart like a knife, but it also produced endless power.

She raised her eyes and saw that the dragon in front of her was the beginning of the British disaster and the source of Yin Lan's misfortune. As long as Votigeng was alive for one day, he who guarded Britain would never have peace.

That magic dragon is his enemy, leading a mysterious family to kill his life day and night, and for Altria, this is the hate she has never had since she was born.

"How can... lose to you!"

Love and hatred are intertwined and erupt, the beating of the heart is roaring in the ears, Altria's whole body is steaming, and the infinite magic power is stirring in the body.

The brilliance of the holy sword cannot penetrate this bottomless darkness, so what about the holy spear?

She held the sword against the boundless flame wave in one hand, stretched her other hand to her back, and pulled her arm sideways. The illusion performed by the magician of the flower was immediately destroyed, and the holy white spear appeared behind her in the light.

The dragon's eyes widened for a moment, and the breath in the mouth suddenly increased. Altria's sword-holding hand was pushed back, and the holy sword groaned under this powerful attack.

"Blooming brilliance at the end..."

Altria didn't care about the attack of destroying all things. She muttered the liberation spell silently, the holy white spear in her hand tremblingly lit up, and the thin back in her heart gradually became clear.

"It can tear the sky and connect the earth..."

As long as it can make him smile...a mere magic dragon!

"Storm anchor..."

How can I stop my mind!

"The Rhongomyniad (Rhongomyniad)!!!"

The glorious holy sword was removed, and the replacement was the holy spear that released the endless wind haze.

The particles of light turned into golden blades in the rotation of Feng Lan, and the endless black flames shattered and dispersed in front of the Lantern of Light. The spear of brilliance went forward bravely, piercing the huge body in Votigeng's horrified eyes.

"Roar--"

In the wailing of the dragon, half of Camelot was illuminated by the dazzling light. The muddy flow of magic power in the light turned into dust and dissipated. The bright light dissipated, leaving only motionless on the ground, and the body was slowly penetrated. The burning humble king.

"ended."

Altria had a sword in one hand and a gun in one hand. She smiled wearily, turned and walked in the direction of Merlin, and at the far gate, the cheers were already like a mountain and a tsunami.

"Altria! Back!"

However, amidst the cheers, an untimely nervous shout came. It was Merlin's voice. Altria turned her head for a moment, then her eyes widened, and the emerald pupils suddenly shrank.

It was Votigung who was squirming and standing up in the flames absorbing the magic power from the world.

Author's message:

ps: I wrote about the national war in the last two days, but I heard the feedback and wanted to see the hero. To be honest, I really want to give some space to my heroes, especially my lovely daughters!But I also understand that you want to watch the male protagonist pretend to be forced, so I decided to-explode!

There is nothing that can't be solved by explosion. If there is, there is not enough explosion.

But can those friends who say that my water is enough? Every time I write a hero, I have to check the information and try my best to be realistic. Please don't think it is easy.

Oh, today is the fifth anniversary of Hedgehog Cat. It seems that there are activities to recharge and read recently. It seems that it will be very cheap. There should be an announcement for the specifics. I also heard that, then, today, the eighth-gengyu sister!

Chapter 102 Slaying Dragons with Double Bows (2/8)

Violet Duke Mordel cut off the hind legs of a double-horned beast with a sword, and the monster among the soldiers finally wailed and fell to the ground as the blood splashed.

Soldiers who found a good opportunity nearby rushed forward and waved their swords and blunt weapons together. Under the siege of the apostles, the two-horned beast was chopped into flesh.

Mordel was panting. As the next hero of the last era, he has walked through countless battlefields and seen countless large battles, but in terms of the severity, this battle is the only one in his life.

On the vast battlefield, humans and monsters fought with each other for their lives. They did not give way to each other. In the outside world, apostles like extraordinary warriors died in batches, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses piled up like mountains.

The powerful fantasy species can hardly protect themselves in the melee. Chimera is dismembered, the dragon seeds are also slaughtered, and the human spirits are also dying one by one.

This tragic war was spread out of the magical realm through various magic tricks, and kings and leaders around the world could not keep calm. Both the conquering king who cherished the soldiers and the merciful saints sighed at the tragic battle between civilization and mystery. .

Mordell leaned down and smoothed his clothes for Earl Morrie, who had died in battle. This old man in the House of Lords who had not flinched from the war had closed his eyes forever. His gray hair was stained red with blood, leaving only his chest. The previous medal gleamed in the sun.

Mori died, but Mordel was not too sad. He died to protect his comrades and the next generation of apostles. He fought bravely and did not back down until death. He guarded the glory of the nobles, a battle of honor. dead.

"Old stuff, you should rest."

He whispered, and then he commanded the apostles to rush to the next high-level fantasy species with a sword. The dead can rest, but the living can never put down their weapons.

The fierce battle on the two wings was fierce, while the battlefield on the other side was full of different thrills.

Claws the size of a dragon vehicle stomped on the ground. Amid the sound of the sound of the ground, shock waves spread from under the claws along the ground. Within a hundred meters, hundreds of monsters were instantly hit, their bodies flew up, and then vomited blood. To die.