My Heroic Life

"Then, start the boss!"

"..."

The person on the dark curtain was speechless, he waved his hand, and the next moment, the familiar clear sound effect sounded.

Advent start

"Then a new life is coming, son of man, try hard."

"For the future where everyone can be happy!"

The next moment, the dim hall shone with dazzling light, and the young man's figure was swallowed by the light and disappeared without a trace.

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July 11, 1940, Paris, France, the Pantheon district.

In the early morning, in the bakery on the side of the road, the young blond nun held a roll of banknotes in her hand and looked nervously at the middle-aged woman behind the counter.

"Aunt Helen, how much more can I buy?"

She spread out the small white palms and spread out the bills in her hands. The woman behind the counter glanced, and shook her head in embarrassment.

"Half of usual."

"Hey? Why is it so expensive?"

The girl's eyes widened in surprise, but Helen said strangely:

"Have you not watched TV recently? The news has been broadcast. A magical land has appeared in the south recently. Half of the grain-producing area has been blocked. Although the government has sent troops, it must be an old result. Now the price of food on the market has begun. Going crazy."

"This, that's it."

The girl lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking. Looking at her like this, the woman behind the counter sighed.

"Anna, stop giving. Your little church is already struggling to make ends meet. Now that there are more and more refugees, you can't save it."

"I understand, but only in the generosity church will more people come and I can spread the doctrine."

"They are for food, not for faith." Helen sighed: "Child, who still believes in God these days? It's too late for them to hate."

"..."

Anna was silent, she lowered her eyes with some sadness, and said softly: "I believe that the Lord did not abandon human beings. He is by no means a mystery that threatens humanity. At least these doctrines lead people to good."

"Oh, okay, I'll give you a little more this time." Helen took the money and packed the bread, and while talking, he stuffed a few more into the bag, and then handed it to the girl who insisted on her faith in front of her.

"Thank you, and may the Lord bless you."

Anna hurriedly thanked her, and walked out of the shop under the worried eyes of the middle-aged woman.

She walked across the street holding the bread, across the road, all the way to the edge of the residential area, and finally stopped in front of a slightly dilapidated two-story church.

It was an old church with a wooden structure. Some of the black-lacquered wooden boards had already appeared white inside, and the cross that had not been repainted for a long time appeared abruptly gray. With the church as the center, the neighborhood was not popular, and there was silence.

Is it obviously Sunday, or is there no one?

Anna looked at the unpopular church with some discouragement, and then forcibly cheered up and walked forward and pushed open the old door.

However, to her surprise, the church was not empty. On the empty seats, a young man with long black hair was indeed sitting at this time.

Hey?Someone came in first?

Anna was overjoyed for a moment, and she hurried to the only visitor to the chapel in the past few days.

"That, are you who?"

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Chapter Three Mysterious Union

On July 20, 1970, the European Union Border, Magic Land: Forest of the Nine Realms.

On the cliff, the old man with gray hair and ancient-style gorgeous robes looked at the sky rolling in the flames and waves, and his wrinkled cheeks stretched out. He bowed his head and saw that the vigorous forest of the past has been invaded by the cold winter and the green leaves of the trees. It was frozen before it died.

On the distant horizon, the shadow of a huge ship is slowly emerging, the huge sail like a sky covering the sun, higher than the mountain.

The creepy wolf howl echoed in the frozen ground and passed into the ears of the old man. He smiled with satisfaction and looked at the large number of white-robed priests following him.

"Contact Asaph City and report experimental data."

The gray-haired old man --- Walklord issued an order, and the great priest behind him dared not neglect. He immediately manipulated the technique. A few minutes later, outside the Demon Realm, news from Asa, the capital of the Religious Freedom Association crossed over. Thousands of mountains and rivers finally arrived.

"Under the crown of the priest, all the data collected from all parts of the Demon Realm has been transferred to the central database, and the results obtained after the calculation of the [Shenhui] system are fully in line with expectations."

"In other words...we succeeded?"

"Not bad!"

The middle-aged priest replied excitedly, while the white-haired old man lowered his head after a moment of trance, and his body trembled.

"Oh, ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha!"

The gray beard shook with the hair, and the old man laughed uncontrollably. He raised his head and looked up at the flames of the sky that had already heard the sound of horseshoes. Then he raised his hands, opened his bloodshot eyes, and declared crazy.

"Today, at this time, my long-cherished wish for decades has finally come true. With the hands of people like me, I successfully projected the battlefield of the gods-the Plain of Vigrid!"

He turned around and looked at the priests in various costumes behind him.

"Under this impossible miracle, we will get the legacy of the gods of that distant age. Although we can only stop at this projection now, in the future, one day, we will reproduce the glory of the gods. Take the power of the gods into your palm."

"And at that time, we will become the new gods of this era of magical recovery, and the religious free association will be invincible in the world. It will become the country where the gods live, passing on our voice, singing our name, and waiting for me. The brilliance of the world spreads all over the world!"

Walklord screamed excitedly, his pale cheeks were already reddened, but he was infected by his emotions, and the great priests of the various organizations of the Religious Freedom Association responded with cheers.

And in this joyful crowd, a blond middle-aged man in a suit walked forward. He looked at the scene that had appeared in the myths handed down in the Demon Realm at this time. The slightly proud expression converged.

He walked to Walklord with a smile, and stopped a few steps away from the old man. He took off his hat and put it on his chest, leaning over to salute the uncrowned king of Europe.

"Under the crown of the priest, my name is Yug. I am currently the ambassador of the Pacific Federation to the Religious Freedom Association. I extend my sincerest regards to you on behalf of my motherland."

"Oh? Pacific Federation."

Walklord smiled playfully. As the human camp also worships the mysterious country, the clan that he leads has always maintained friendly relations with the Pacific Federation, but at the same time, it is also a rival.

If it is usual, facing this great power messenger that controls the entire Americas, even Walklord would have to endure their arrogance and laughter, but now, when the Wiglide projection experiment is successful, the positions of both sides have been Completely upside down, he no longer needs to hide his emotions.