My Heroic Life

Outside the gate of Hull, the blond saint led the team. The group has entered the Iron Forest. Even if Malda delays the time, the threat of Marx still exists. The swift crowd rushed forward and soon came. At the end of the whole forest, the expressions of the judges gradually became more cheerful, and even Joan was relieved.

In the next moment, the mutants will live.

A short throwing arrow made of emerald green mistletoe flew from the entrance of the Iron Forest and silently inserted into the chest of an inquisitor. The inquisitor who was shot fell to the ground without even whimpering. He died of anger.

"Enemy attack!"

The judges immediately stopped, they drew their swords to look for the enemy, and the judge at the center of the team inspected the fallen teammates.

"Dead, but this injury is not fatal."

Incomprehensibly, the judge looked at his companion's chest, which was just scratching the skin through his clothes. At the same time, a middle-aged man with black hair and black robe slowly walked out of the forest.

"I was thinking of the great priest making a fuss, but I didn't expect someone to come to the underworld of Heim and escape from that crazy dog's mouth."

The low tone and gloomy temperament, the man walking out of the woods was as unpleasant as the color of his clothes, he looked at the crowd who was facing the enemy and introduced himself.

"I am the priest Mudel of the Temple of Asaph, you should have heard of it specifically, then the judges who escaped from the underworld, let me send you to the dark sleep."

Mudel took this as his opening remark. The next moment the black magic power surged on his body, he rose to the sky, and countless mistletoe short arrows shot out from top to bottom.

"defense!"

Joan gave the order loudly, waving the holy flag in a circle in his hand, supporting a safe area under the torrential rain of short arrows, Rogers saw the black coffin on his back in one fell swoop, barely hiding his tall body under it.

It's a pity that Joan of Arc has the martial arts to protect himself in the storm, Rogers has the protection of his ancestors, but under the parry of other judges, it is inevitable that there are omissions. Mudel smiled at the judges who could only prevent the vital points stand up.

He is the priest in the Temple of Asaph who inherited the blood of the dark god Hordell. In myths and legends, the blind Hordell threw the arrow of mistletoe under Loki's deceit and killed his brother, the light god Badr.

And the resulting mythical power made his short arrows have the characteristics of injury or death, even if it is not the key, just a slight scratch will kill the injured.

In just a few seconds, the storm-like attack ended, and Mudel looked down on the battlefield. The judges had fallen to death one by one, leaving only the man carrying the strange coffin and the saint holding the flag.

"Is that the goal?"

Mulder looked at the black crystal coffin and muttered to himself, then opened his hand, and the ether flowing in the dark sky began to condense, condense into a sphere in his hand, and then released a powerful shock wave.

The sky above the Iron Forest was completely dark for a moment, and then a wave of destruction erupted. The steel forest could not withstand this overwhelming force. The trees were uprooted and the shattered iron branches splashed everywhere. Rogers was blown away in the impact. , Only Joan was the only one who stuck the flag on the ground and held fast.

The top-level magical skills allow her not to dodge or be shot by the splashing steel, but the actual shock wave still makes her sound depressed.

The freezing of the soul in the underworld of Heim has been continuing, and without the support of Marda's skills, it can only be relieved through the treasure of Joan of Arc, but now the weak saint has no power to liberate the treasure.

After the powerful shock wave, Mudel looked at the panting Joan and understood that this high-ranking hero could not be dealt with by clearing away. He raised his hand, and the inexhaustible dark power of the underworld of Heim began to gather on him. The armor and the spear condensed from mistletoe also appeared in his hands.

He is also a priest who has the advantage of home court, but Mudel is sensible and efficient, unlike Marx. He descends from the sky and rushes to the saint below, while Joan can only grit his teeth and raise his spear with the horror of death. The enemy started close combat.

Hoddle, the god of darkness, is a god with little space in mythology. However, few people know that Hoddle also refers to a warrior, and Mudell, the qualified person who inherits his blood, is a spearman. .

Two powerful fighters who also fought with guns just met each other, and they understood each other. Joan's spear skills were conservative and steady. The disadvantage was insufficient attack power, while Mudel was insidious and weird. .

The two fighters were fighting fiercely, but not far away, in the coffin of the black crystal, a man with dim consciousness gradually became sober.

He gradually moved slightly in the crystal coffin, shaking his head left and right as if he was having a nightmare, and the scenes before he fell asleep passed through his mind one by one. On the Judgment Day forty-nine years ago, he killed everything in the Forest of the Nine Realms. The enemy's youth only received a moment of peace, but they were immediately controlled by unprecedented side effects of power.

The endless killing intent brought by the crystal of arrogance swallowed him almost instantly. He could only walk into the depths of the underworld of Heim that would cool him a little bit with his last reason, isolated by the coffin condensed with power and power, and soaked in The cursed lake, everything after that became blurred, he seemed to slept for a while, and it seemed that a long time had passed.

However, it is worth mentioning that he wanted to keep getting up not long ago, but he seemed to be hit by something. After another hazy sleep, the young man gradually became sober and there was no way, whether it was the bumps or the movement outside the coffin. It's too big.

Outside the crystal coffin, the battle between Joan of Arc and Mudel reached a critical moment. The priest of the Dark God used the mistletoe short arrow to pin him, and finally found the saint’s flaw. He opened the golden iris flower like a poisonous snake. The banner of, the other hand released a dark impact directly hit Jeanne's waist.

"Ok."

Jeanne snorted, her body flew out like a cannonball, the flag dropped, and her hair accessory fell to the ground. The saint was knocked into the air in this close explosion. She fell on the ground and rolled until she hit the dark coffin. Just stopped the figure.

At the same time, disturbed by severe tremors again, the unconscious youth in the crystal coffin finally opened his eyes. He held his forehead and raised his eyes to look out of the coffin. The transparent black crystal coffin from the inside out could not block his sight. .

Then, his eyes were firmly fixed on the blond figure with his back against the coffin.

"Anna?"

how is this possible?

His eyes widened in disbelief, and not far away, the mistletoe gun that Mudel was holding had already been thrown, and he had always admired quick combat and decided to kill him with one shot.

The spear containing the power of darkness smashed the space and pierced the blond saint who was coughing up blood and was difficult to move. Between life and death, Joan held a long sword at her waist with firm eyes, and she was about to ignite her soul and die with her enemies.

At the next moment, the space suddenly solidified. Both the movements of Joan of Arc and the flying mistletoe stopped at this moment. At the same time, the lid of the black crystal coffin exploded. A hand passed over Joan's shoulder to grasp the destruction and imminent death. The spear, the majestic magic power soars into the sky and penetrates the darkness, and a star river appears above the eternal night.

"What are you going to do, bug?"

Saint Laurent, uncovered the coffin.

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Chapter 20 Don't Talk, Hold Me Close

The biting cold and corrosion came from the mistletoe spear in his hand, Yin Lan, or Roland now frowned, and looked at the man who was not far away, not far away.

who is it?It seems better than bugs.

In the era when Roland was in, this level of power was by no means a silent generation, but it was strange that the young man had no impression of the man in front of him.

This short doubt flashed through his mind, and there were more important things beside him. He lowered his head and looked down at the same stunned blond girl, his eyes widened in the next moment.

"Anna, that's not right, you are...Jan of Arc?!"

The body of the youth froze since then.

Not Anna.

Roland's heart was ashamed for a moment, and Anna's death in his memory resurfaced before his eyes.

It really wasn't a dream, but why did Joan appear here? Don't even mention seeing her in Europe for so many years, and I haven't even heard of her name.

The slight confusion made Roland stiff, but Mudel on the opposite side was already surprised.

"You, who are you?"

The alert questioning interrupted Roland's thoughts. He turned his head and saw the man in black who was facing the enemy.

Mudel was dispatched by the Asaph Temple this time and was not informed of the detailed information. He was smart and did not ask much, but now a sudden change occurred during the mission. The coffin board was kicked open. The black-haired youth who came out was simply imposing. Soaring to the sky, Mudel didn't dare to go to war easily, so he could only pin his hopes on dialogue.

Roland looked at Mudel again, then touched his head, and asked with an unkind expression:

"You fucking knocked me back before, right?"