My Heroic Life

He stared directly at the man in front of him with vulture-like eyes. What he saw in his bloodshot eyes was not the figure of the middle-aged man, but a mass of bloated flesh with disgusting tentacles stretched out.

"Oh, when you come to our country and set foot on our sacred soil, is it not the use of the body, but such a rotten and smelly substitute? Your Excellency Yogg?"

Walklord's mocking questioning did not conceal the unhappiness in his words. In his opinion, using a substitute for dialogue across the sea in front of himself as the leader of the religious free association is simply disrespectful, not to mention the god of the gospel council. The double is so disgusting.

"...What you said is." The blond middle-aged man smiled and nodded, answering neither softly nor hard.

"But I did this for a reason. After all, if my ontology came to Asaph City, the innocent citizens who witnessed my appearance might fall into madness. Although this is one of the characteristics of the study of the gods in our country, it is not what I hoped. Yes, I believe it is understandable under the crown of priests who have gone further on this road."

"Huh, it sounds nice."

Walklord stared at the man in front of him blankly and said, "I have always been puzzled by you."

"Huh? Do you have any questions?"

"Of course." Walklord frowned and asked, "Since the revival of magic power, the crown of gods has been lost everywhere. The Pacific Federation is a powerful nation. Why choose this kind of god system for research?"

"Neither has the bonus of Origins, nor is it difficult to communicate, and the appearance is far from racial. What is it that attracts you?"

Yug was silent for a moment, smiling and replied: "Because of the unknown and mysterious."

"what?"

"Although in the eyes of ordinary people, the same kind of gods that can communicate are more close, but it is meaningless to us mysterious researchers. We are the researchers of gods, the robbing of the power of gods, are we race? Whether they can communicate is not the most important thing, the most important thing is whether they are strong enough."

Yogg opened his eyes wide and raised the corners of his mouth. His overly intense facial expressions twisted his handsome face.

"The crown of gods that descended on our Pacific Federation fully meets this condition. It is so mysterious and full of unknowns and fears. Although our research is still stagnant, I believe that it has gods. The greatest possibility in the crown."

"...It's crazy."

Walklord sullenly said what he thought of the evil gods and the man in front of him, while Yug laughed and didn't care.

"So, what is the purpose of your coming this time?"

"This time, I am entrusted by the Speaker of the Gospel Council, Frederick, to convey to you the goodwill from the Pacific Federation. Through me, the Speaker proposes to you the alliance between the two countries so that the friendship between our two parties can go further."

"Oh? Astrology's proposal, alliance?"

"Not bad." Yogg condensed the distorted expression on his face, and said again like a gentleman:

"Completely equal, offensive and defensive mutual assistance, in order to better study and explore the mystery, Your Excellency the Speaker suggests that we both form an alliance and take the lead in forming a group-the United Organization of Mystery Research Nations.

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ps: In the second volume, I will try to add more daily routines. In fact, I personally feel that the first volume is a bit heavy. I hope the second volume can be easier

Chapter 4 The Death of the Saint

"Sounds great, but it seems unnecessary."

Walklord looked at the carnival-like crowd for a moment, then questioned.

"Under Mian, we understand the power of the Zonglian body."

Yogg looked up at the crumbling furnace-like sky, and said calmly: "The Clan Union itself has a vast territory and a solid foundation. Now that this miraculous experiment is successful, the strength will surely be even higher, but you still have opponents. "

"Huh? Opponent?"

"The European Union, the Tribunal and the Heroic Spirit."

"Oh, hahaha."

Yug's words were not taken seriously by the old man, but laughed. Walklord raised his hand amidst the laughter and pointed to the distant valley.

"You are talking about the trash that was killed by the monsters in that valley? They are worthy of being called opponents?"

He turned his head to look at the messenger of the Gospel Council, with an undisguised mockery on his face.

"It's just a group of idiots who have mastered the use of magic power, clinging to the old values, and gaining a little bit of strength, thinking that they are the savior, and humanity is already shaky, heroic? Huh..."

"It's just waste."

Walklord, the arrogant priest of the Union, uttered wild words.

"The Wigrid projection will last for a while, and when the experiment is over, it will be the end of the European Union and the Tribunal."

"Civilization and mystery will be controlled by us. Under the brilliance of the power of God, the ants can only perish."

"..."

Yogg looked complacent, as if the priest who controlled the world was silent, and through his eyes, in the country across the ocean, everything in the demon realm was projected on the big screen in the white space.

The old man with the same gray beard stood in the middle of the room, behind him in the training cabin, was the body of the man named Yug.

"Your Excellency, the analytic value of Wiglide projection has reached 35%, and the available resources of quantum computers have reached the limit, and the analytic value is expected to be 78%."

"Well, let the sixth seat delay a little longer. This analysis has great reference value for us to construct the universe temple projection."

"Yes."

The horoscope Frederick looked at the flashing data and the arrogant old man on the big screen, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised. The Clan Union probably never dreamed that their experiment had been stolen, and the price, It can only be a stand-in for the sixth seat of the Gospel Number.

Alliance, the threat of European union, these are just rhetoric for delaying time. In his eyes, only catching up and curbing the development of the clan as soon as possible is the top priority. As for the heroic spirit...

"Human clowns, what can you do."

He was still smiling, with disdain on his face.

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Anna closed her eyes, feeling that her consciousness was floating upward, gradually waking up.

The magic in the body was forcibly supplemented by external forces, the blood that had flowed out of vitality was controlled to flow forcibly, the cold feeling gradually moved away, and replaced by the warmth of being embraced.

"Mianxia, ​​you are here."

She opened her eyes and looked at the long-haired man who was holding her, who she had loved for many years.

————Roland.

Anna looked at the man in front of him and laughed. He has many titles, son of human justice, guardian of Europe, director of the European Union Council, and chief judge of the trial court.

However, for her, these scary titles are useless, because in her heart, he is still the confused young man who sent bread behind her in the chapel many years ago.

"Mianxia, ​​you are crying."

Drops of teardrops rolled down the man's face and wet the woman's clothes. Anna's expression was a little surprised, but immediately changed to happiness.