My Heroic Life

They passed through the perimeter of the Holy Palace, which was surrounded by layers of fortification and surveillance, and through the corridors with obvious Romanesque architectural features. The guards around them reduced in one breath. Jeanne was relieved, but soon frowned and looked around.

"Don't worry. This is a magic suppression technique specially set by the Pope's Palace. In this sacred place, no force will be allowed."

The nun opened her mouth to explain, and Joan nodded, and the two moved on, passing through the butler's room and banquet hall to the embossed stone door.

Jin see room.

This is the closest room to the Pope’s palace. It is the pope’s or the pope’s private room. Everyone who enters and exits here is the core staff of the entire church. The senior officials of the court and the senior officials of the European Union are regular visitors here. .

Today, Joan of Arc, who was shortly canonized due to military exploits, will step into this place and become an upstart in the eyes of all European forces. However, unlike this honor that makes outsiders jealous, the recipient himself is not too happy. In the heart of the blond saint, the battle on the front line is the most important thing, and the apostle soldiers need their own guidance and encouragement.

After another tedious confirmation, the guards on both sides pushed open the door from left to right, the lights in the room leaked out, the nun retreated to the side, and only Joan walked in.

The saint stepping into the Jinjian room is more like stepping into a picture scroll. There is no other reason. The ceiling of the whole Jinjian room has a holy white background, the walls covered with gold ornaments, and even some of the floor tiles are painted with flowers and trees. Painted wall canvases fill every corner of the room.

Joan of Arc, who came here for the first time, was shocked by the spectacular scenery in front of her. Although she is a saint, the blonde girl is actually a warrior who has fought on the battlefield soon after leaving her hometown. She has never received any higher education since she was a child. Not much knowledgeable.

However, girls are always emotional, and most of them have a natural yearning for the beauty of art. So does Joan. She was immersed in the appreciation of the exquisite murals for a while, and she completely forgot to observe the room. After a long time, a call finally Brought her back to reality.

"Jan of Arc?"

"Ah, sorry, I, I'm lost."

The blond saint regained consciousness and hurriedly apologized. She lowered her head to look up at the ceiling, looking into the familiar girl's face.

Blue straight long hair bound by a white headband, dressed in a somewhat exposed but easy-to-action white holy garment, light blue knee-high socks wrapped straight and slender legs, the chest is as plump as Jeanne, and she holds a cross The scepter, with a gentle and pure face with a steady and kindness.

This girl who shines in front of you is Marda, a saint who has lived with the Lord for a period of time, and another saint who is no less popular than Joan of Arc in the European Union. She is more famous. Early, she is the predecessor of Joan.

"Master Malda!"

Joan hurried forward excitedly, and greeted the blue-haired girl.

"I haven't seen you for months, Master Malda, the last time I met was when the German branch was fighting against the flying dragons, right? Have you been well recently?"

"Ah, ah, I'm ok, cough cough... I mean everything is fine with me lately, thank you for your concern, Jeanne."

The blue-haired girl Marda almost exposed her nature to the warm greetings of the saint's younger generations. She swallowed the daily answers that said she had missed her mouth, and replaced them with a cordial smile and correct words that fit the status of a saint.

"That's great." Joan smiled, and said embarrassingly: "The last time you saw me in Germany, I was really ashamed."

After a daze, Malda immediately remembered the scene when the two were fighting together a few months ago. The blond girl in her impression was brave and good at fighting, in sharp contrast with her weak appearance, as if there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Jane, there is nothing wrong with your performance on the battlefield in my opinion, you can be more confident."

"Ah, no, I mean when I was watching the war in Britain."

Joan added that Marda suddenly realized that it was during the war of Britain that shocked the world a few months ago. The two men and women joined together to watch the battle of British civilization and the mysterious battle. The battle was fierce than ever. , The British civilized forces suffered heavy casualties, and the kind saint in front of them involuntarily shed tears when praying for the British soldiers.

Malda looked at the blushing girl and her eyes softened, and she smiled softly.

"No, Joan, you don't need to be ashamed. The tears when you pray come from your kindness, and the Lord will not blame you."

"Master Malda."

"Just call me Marda."

In the Jinjian room, the feelings of the two saints who had the friendship of comrades in arms quickly warmed up. The two chatted while waiting, and the topic unknowingly touched on the exquisite mural in the Jinjian room.

"Although this is the first time I have seen this mural, it always gives me a familiar feeling, as if I have seen it somewhere..."

Joan looked at the mural and muttered to herself. She looked around the room. The green forest mural was filled with all kinds of monsters in the magical realm. In contrast, the human army in armor and helmet was divided into the center of the ceiling. Both sides.

This is undoubtedly a work after the revival of magic. It is better to say that the entire Pope’s palace is a product of the revival of magic. After all, Lance fell during the catastrophe a hundred years ago, and the entire area was ploughed by monsters gushing out of the magic world. .

Those glorious buildings that have been left in history have long been destroyed in the disaster. Even if the army of the court of justice later retakes the land, the newly built buildings are different from the previous ones. The most obvious thing is that the large number of that emerged during that period was restored by magic. Mural on the theme of human struggle against mystery

"Of course you have seen it." Marda said with a smile when he heard Joan's question: "This is a mural with the theme of the battle of the Holy Capital. The area has spread, and the entire European human race is on the verge of life and death. This battle of recapture is the first major counterattack against the mysterious after the establishment of the Tribunal, and it has achieved an unprecedented victory."

"And this magical realm that ravaged Europe at that time has been retreated to southern Europe with the efforts of several generations. It is called the Forest of the Nine Realms."

"Ah." Jeanne's eyes widened when he heard the words, while Marda smiled and said: "Yes, it's your current defense zone."

She raised her head and looked up at the high ceiling with longing. At the front of the dividing line between good and evil, two clearly enlarged figures were standing at the front of the human team.

The blond saint raised her head following Malda's gaze. She looked at the two figures and asked uncertainly: "Are those two..."

"Well, that was Anna, the first saint of the new Holy See, and..."

"The founder of the trial court-the chief judge, Saint Laurent."

Chapter 8 The Victory Meeting of the Village Girls

Saint Laurent, this is the whole of Europe, and even the whole world has a very well-known name.

The man of miracle, the guardian of Europe, and the son of human justice. He has all kinds of great titles on his body. He stood out from the catastrophic deterioration of the European magical world decades ago. He was the leader of mankind against the mystery at that time. One of the characters, and arguably the most dazzling star among them.

His life is like a legend, from working in a small church in Paris, France, to uniting Western Europe and Northern Europe to build a consortium, to convening half of Europe’s lower heroes and apostles to form a court, leading mankind to launch a Jedi counterattack, but More than ten years.

In those days when mankind was the weakest, in the era when the wisdom of mankind could not even support the upper heroes, he led the human army to confront the countless fantasy species that swarmed from the inner world, and the counterattack across Europe continued. After more than ten years, the human warriors made great strides and finally achieved a decisive victory.

However, exciting victories are often accompanied by the sacrifices of many heroes. Saint John, General Claude White of the Union Army, and Christopher, the commander of the Knights Templar, are here for more than ten years. Fallen in the fierce battle of 1989, and the last to bid farewell to the people was the Saint Anna and the commander-in-chief of the European Union Army, Roland, the first chief judge of the court.

Judgment day.

That was the death day of him and the saint Anna, and it was the day when mankind defeated the mystery.

In the Forest of the Nine Realms, which is the root of the European Demon Realm, tens of thousands of judges battled all the monsters in the Demon Realm. Both sides died together. No one witnessed the tragic battle at that time, but from the forest where the signs of life have completely disappeared, it can be imagined that it was What a battle of the world.

However, although this is a decisive battle to liberate Europe, the reason why this day is named Judgment Day rather than Victory Day is because of a legend that was once only known by the top officials of the Holy See and has now spread among the people.

Legend has it that forty-nine years ago in the battle, the bravery and fearlessness of mankind moved God, and the deaths of the heroes touched humanity. They appeared after the death of the human army and killed all the mysterious creations present with infinite power. .

It is said that when the trial court recovered the remains of the martyrs and inspected the forest, the entire forest of the Nine Realms was everywhere, and various monsters scattered and died in various places. This was obviously not something human could do.

But in the final analysis, this is also a legend. Nearly half a century later, the investigation data of the Forest of the Nine Realms is still set as top secret. The access level is high and only the pope can open it, even the saint Marda. Neither Joan is not enough.

The frescoes on the ceiling are so exquisite. The first saint Anna holds a staff in her hand, with a holy and firm expression. At the forefront of the human army, the man facing the army of fantasy species is fearless and confident.

"When I was young, I often read St Laurent's stories to my younger brothers and sisters."

Malda retracted her gaze to look at the blond girl beside her, smiling and saying:

"At that time, I was the eldest daughter of an ordinary family in the village. I needed to do a lot of housework, and coaxing them to sleep was one of them. Their favorite was the story of the hero Roland."

"Ah, I also came from the country. I didn't expect to be similar to Lord Malda. I often do housework when I am young."

Joan opened her eyes wide, and there was some excitement in her words, and the two saints who learned that they were of similar origin were closer together.