My Heroic Life

But what the trial court personnel who retreated in a hurry didn’t know was that deep in the mist of Heim’s underworld, in the dark blue cave full of scattered aurora, there was a giant dog with dark blue all over and a little blood spot on the body. As it was lying on the ground, it opened its blue eyes that were frozen like ice, and looked at the floating mist and eternal darkness in front of it.

After a moment of stunner, a little bit of humanity appeared on its hideous giant face. It stood up, and its height was even higher than that of a single-family house. This formidable monster may not be known to ordinary people, but for the court For one judge, it was one of the monsters they had been asked to keep in mind since their apprenticeship.

The name Gum is a giant dog guarding the gates of the underworld in myths and legends, and a terrifying monster that the gods and the gods of twilight perish together with the god of war.

But in this era, its image has a new annotation-one of the three giants of the Zonglian organization, the third leader among the only four priests in the cave of the beast, once judged by one person Thousands of apostles in the court were killed and fled, and the group of lunatics who absorbed the blood of the mythical beast in the den of the beast were also mad believers.

Bloodhound, Marx.

This is a name that makes people horrifying in the confederacy. In the religious kingdom of mystical beliefs, unknown mystery researchers conduct research that violates human principles. However, even the most notorious ones among them are Will not approach Marx, because in their eyes, he is a madman who advocates retro sect.

Marx, his other nickname is-Cannibal.

The man who received the blood of the giant blood-spot dog Garm was the only survivor among the thousands of subjects in the cave of the beasts at the time. Unfortunately, his brain became more and more weird since his ability was revealed. He was bloodthirsty. Kill, and believe that only by completely imitating the behavior of monsters in mythology and living in the same way can you maximize your own strength.

Under this concept, tragedies occurred in the cult city of Asaph on the Mediterranean coast. At first, under the cover of the beast’s den, Mans was still safe and sound until that night a few years ago. Under the bright lights, among the onlookers of the masters of the sect, the ice-blue giant dog resisted the pressure of the several gods of the Asaph Temple, and forcibly bit the qualified person of the blood of the war god Tyr. Into mud.

At this point, the Beast’s Lair was unable to shelter this terrifying monster. The entire sect was furious, and the leaders of the various factions united in an attack. Marx was also imprisoned, but a few days ago, he was under the secret order of the new chief priest. To be released secretly, there is only one condition-to kill all living people in the underworld of Heim.

The body of the huge dog was transformed into ether again, and the blue smoke contracted and condensed in the opposite direction. After the smoke, a shaggy brown-haired man appeared.

He walked to the depths of the cave, fumbled for a court-style military uniform on the ground and put it on him, then his nose moved, picked up a slender blood-stained piece of meat and put it in his mouth, making a clicking sound while chewing.

That is a human finger.

He chewed like this until the food was eaten. He looked at the empty ground with only a blood stain, then turned to look at the darkness and mist outside the cave, his nose shook and he laughed.

"Fresh, here it is."

He just smiled and staggered out of the cave.

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It's been an hour since the elite team of the court of justice escaped from the edge of the lake. The members of the team escaped from the initial loss of their helmets and armor, and now they have slowed down. They finally caught time to sort out their equipment, and finally packed their personal samples. .

The group of ghosts that followed the crowd has gradually decreased in the past hour. After all, in the dense fog full of magic power, even the eyes of the ghosts cannot detect the inquisitors whose figures are completely covered. The group of monsters gradually dispersed, they will Begin a wandering in this vast land of the dead, until one day, lucky enough to return to his hometown in the lake.

Ghosts can wander without any worries. Humans who want to eat or drink and are afraid of the cold are not good. The court team has maintained a tight formation during this short period of time. The judges would rather hardly top the ghosts’ magic bullets than they dare. Falling behind, after all, in Heim Underworld, falling behind means death.

Rogers tightened the coffin in his hand, and when he retreated, he took the black crystal coffin from the weaker judge. The coffin was not heavy, probably the weight of a person. Rather, Rogers was a little strange. Why is it so light? He held the black coffin and put the sword into its sheath, and there was silence behind him. This time he should have completely thrown off the ghost.

"Jan, is the direction right?"

"Well, no problem."

Marda, the princess at the front of the team, was still holding the blonde saint, feeling the cold and trembling of the younger generation in her arms along the way. Marda had used miracle skills more than once, and under the relief and treatment of this layer of negative states Although Joan's condition did not recover quickly, it did improve.

Different from Joan of Arc, the other judges in the team are really comfortable. Marda’s miracle skill is a group effect. Once the skill comes out, even them can benefit, so a strange scene appeared, and he escaped by the lake. The more the inquisitor runs, the fewer injuries he gets, and his condition is better than before the war.

At this time, they finally understood why Malda's troops had to break their heads to grab places to enter, no wonder the casualty rate was so low, this milk is really strong.

"Malda, uh, I'm much better already and can put me down already."

"Huh? You are so weak, do you want to be strong?"

Marda frowned, questioning with some dissatisfaction, and then said like a lesson to her younger sister:

"After all, why are you so desperate? You were already in a coma when you came up? What do you think?"

"Although the task is very important, but for these giving up life or something, didn't the Lord teach you this way?"

"Never do this in the future, remember? Answer!"

Malda reprimanded severely, and the blonde girl could only respond with a wry smile.

"Well, this is indeed against the Lord's teachings, I won't do it anymore."

"Ok."

Malda responded softly, and Jeanne felt the warm body temperature of the blue-haired saint and the words that were just harsh but with concern, always feeling that her impression of herself had changed.

The speech is no longer so formal and elegant, and more humane, and the expression on his face is no longer smiling all the time, but full of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. I always feel like a sister.

This may be the real her.

Joan felt this way inexplicably, and there was some warmth in her heart. She looked back at her behind, and half of the ghost was no longer visible in the night and dense fog.

"Malda, the enemy should have been shaken off. Would you like to take a break and wait for Tarasque?"

Joan's words slowed down Malda's pace gradually. She looked back and found that the judges behind her were very exhausted of magic power. Even if their pain was miraculously cured, they could not replenish their magic power.

And in the depths of the thick fog, Tarask, the guardian spirit left behind by Malda, has not yet returned. Although Malda who was sensitive knows that it is okay, as the guardian spirit, it will not get lost, but Still hesitated to move on.

After marching for so long, the gate of Hull is not far away. Although there is a connection between the host and the guardian spirit, can this connection be maintained at the gate that separates the kingdom of the dead from the outside world?

Malda did not dare to gamble. Tarask had followed her for many years and was her closest partner. If it was unable to leave and become a ghost wandering in the underworld of Heim, Malda would regret it for life.

"Take a break first."

After thinking about it for a moment, the blue-haired saint gave the order, and Joan finally stepped on the ground again after an hour.

The judges separated the two and began to alert, while the others were panting with their heads down and their weapons. They did not sit or lie down, and the cold ground of the underworld of Heim couldn't let them rest.

With the white breath exhaling and dissipating in the air, Rogers finally discovered the magic of the obsidian coffin in his hand. In this cold underworld of Heim, it did not feel cold at all, and it was always at room temperature all the way.

He placed the crystal coffin on the ground. After thinking about it, he still didn't dare to lean on it. After all, it was the body of the legendary Grand Judge Saint Laurent. How many people in Europe united, even he himself read it. His story grew up.

He put his hands on the coffin and stood akimbo, thinking about the stories of the saints he had heard when he was young, and then, in his ears, there was a sudden muffled sound in his ears.

"Boom."

"Ok?"

The abnormal sound immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, and the judges cast their eyes, and at the same moment, the sound rang in their ears again.

"Boom."

A soft noise sounded again, Rogers, who had been motionless, froze on the spot, and the judges also found an abnormality. It was like the movement of the body turning over that made them look at each other with weird expressions. Rogers hurriedly looked back at the person who had transported the coffin. Two players.

"Did you put anything in it?"

"How is it possible? Never opened it at all."

"Difficult, could it be..."

The team members looked at each other, and there was only drooling in the deathly silence. Rogers said with a serious face when he saw this, "Calm, we are the judge, a bunch of unpromising things!"

As he said, he left the coffin under the eyes of Guigui and walked all the way towards the saint.