My Heroic Life

"Do you think I care about the people? What do those people who don't know do to me? I just want to protect the people I care about."

"But why, why did you leave me one after another..."

The young man muttered to himself incomprehensibly, the sadness of his heart melted into it, and his voice was hoarse unspeakable.

He bowed his head, looked at the smiling girl who passed away in his arms, raised his head, and looked at the sky where demons danced wildly.

"Then why, noble saints sacrificed their lives, but sinners are at ease in this world?"

He looked up, the puzzlement and confusion melted in pain, the invisible pressure flooded his whole body, and the fluctuation of the ether was summed up in his anger.

His eyes glowed with majestic gold threads, and his questioning sight crossed countless boundaries, looking directly at the truth through the crystal of power.

"Humanity, can you give them sanctions and rest in peace with the soldiers who guard you?"

The youth asked questions, and the fragments of the seat of humanity responded silently, dim and weak.

"...You can't."

He shook his head and sighed, then lifted up the silently burning golden pupil.

"Then, let me do it."

He whispered, and the soul in his body flashed bright red and rushed straight to the fragment of the seat, using anger and grief as a flame to ignite the crystal of power called [Pride].

Thirty years after descending on the earth, the supreme mighty power in the youth was finally aroused by the determination to revenge. The moment it showed its sharp edge was silent without fluctuation, until its master called, it arrogantly appeared on the top of the sky. .

"Appear, Crown of Heaven."

The man gave the order, and then over the Forest of the Nine Realms, the flame waves surging in the sky farther away, nine holy white dots emerged in the void, and the light of destruction clustered by human nature was emitted from nine o’clock to form a circle, the ring-shaped bottom layer Condensed and thickened, nine points of light extended upwards into sword-like crowns. At this point, it looked like a huge crown formed by the sun and the moon.

[Arrogance] Appearance, the crown of the sky.

This crystal-clear crown was born in the convection of sorrow and anger of the independent man. It is above all life and concepts. Regardless of justice or evil, humans or gods, they can only tremble under its overlook, just like the people in the dark. It is said that it is power, power, and human principles.

And this supreme power of civilization, the mysterious enemy, naturally attracted the attention of everyone in the demon realm.

On the cliff, the cheering cultists gradually noticed it. They asked each other and explored the myths and classics in their memory, but they didn’t find anything. They turned their heads and focused on the white-haired old man, only to find Walklord also frowned.

"what is that?"

He questioned and turned to look at the messenger of the Gospel Council, only to find that Yogg was equally confused. He shook his head and looked up at the sky again.

"what is that?"

On the other side of the ocean, in the central area of ​​the quantum analysis room, the speaker with the supreme power in his hand issued the same inquiry, but got a response that the top experts gathered together could not understand.

"None, unresolved... Saint-Eniac has no response."

Projected on the Vigrid Plain in the Demon Territory, on the battlefield at dusk, monsters and gods raised their heads together, the frost giants and undead on the giant ship of Najirfa, the fire giants and flame horses in the flame waves, on the frozen frozen ground The giant wolf, the god king holding a spear, gathered countless eyes on the top of the sky.

And under the crystal crown, the golden pupils in the eyes of the youth shone with holy light. At this moment, he listened to the world, and the omnipotent gods were ordinary and powerless in his eyes.

Then he heard it.

The ignorance of the gods, the brutality of monsters, the scorn of giants, the ridicule of cultists, the malice of undead demons.

Thousands of emotions are attributed to mystery and collectively express a meaning.

Humans are like ants.

"...It's so arrogant."

He whispered with an indifferent expression, and his palms slowly stretched out towards the crown in the sky. Then, the crown of heaven shone brightly, and all the people, gods, and demons under it, felt a kind of biological instinct as difficult. Metaphorical fear.

In the light, the young man shook his hand, as if grasping something transparent.

Then, the giant ship and the giant in the sea of ​​fire, the divine army on the plain, the giant wolf on the glacier, and the strange python in the depths of the ground, at this moment, their bodies shook. They trembled and looked down at their chests in panic.

On the cliff, the priests covered their chests and lost their face in shock, Walklord's face was pale, and Yug suddenly had a strange premonition - there was an invisible connection inside the avatar.

"Why, what's the matter?"

"I feel my heart is being held! The enemy attack!"

"Magic? Who knows why?"

"Your Excellency Speaker! Why do I feel this way?"

The leaders of the various factions of the sectarian screamed anxiously, but Yug couldn't manage the task anymore and directly inquired about the strongest existence he knew.

As for the Quantum Center, Frederick the horoscope was observing the body of Yug in Cangnai in disbelief. On the display screen under the detection of etheric particles, a human palm formed by magic power was silently resting on him. On the heart.

"How is it possible...who? How did this happen!" Fear spread in the central chamber, and Frederick muttered to himself incomprehensibly.

Obviously in Europe, it is only a stand-in for Yogg, and it is clear that the main body should be absolutely safe in this world. Why?Why does such a ghost appear out of thin air?

He thought about all the possibilities he knew but found nothing, but the next moment his body shook his eyes wide and slowly turned his head stiffly.

"Difficult, could it be..."

He turned his old face, looking into the crystal crown that still showed unresolvable.

But it's not just Frederick. When this fate is dying, everyone thinks of the shining crown, Walklord, Yogg, all the cultists, giants, gods, monsters, they all look at that day together. The miracle of the top.

In the eyes of all species, the dead-eyed youth under the sky hugged the girl in his arms and slowly put his palms away.

Following his movements, the gods and giants groaned in pain, the demons and monsters screamed frantically, the cultists fell to the ground and rolled, Walklord released infinite magic power all over his body, but he was helpless with the palm that held the heart.

In the training cabin, Yug struggled frantically, and his violent movements activated the escape mechanism. The hatch opened and he fell to the ground with the pouring liquid.

"Help, help me, help me! Speaker! Help me!"

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the hem of the old man in front of him, but the omnipotent old man in his heart didn't respond, just trembling back.

"Don't, don't come over!"

"Stay away from us!"

"Go away!"

The staff of the Quantum Center used him as the center of the circle to flee for their lives. The more they understood the god research of the Gospel Council, and the more they understood the meaning of the Cthulhu clone, the more they felt incomprehensible and fearful of this incredible scene.

Yogg rolled frantically, his heart was slowly compressed in pain, a man's whisper sounded in his ear.

That was the declaration of conviction and the confession of the verdict.

"Arrogant sinners."