My Heroic Life

"Ok?"

Mudel's eyes widened, bewildered.

What do you mean?

Roland looked at this man in black, who was obviously a hostile force, and looked like he was convicted. He didn't know that the perpetrator was actually a blue-haired saint who had left, and Mudel hadn't reacted yet.

"Forget it, this familiar form of power, is the Clan Union? Still a big man."

The mistletoe spear shattered inch by inch in his hand, and the long-haired young man twisted the powder in his hand, looking forward murderously.

"Then it will be easy, all of the Clan Union will have to die."

He smiled, and the corners of his mouth curled up with the arrogance of looking down on sentient beings. On the other hand, Mudel looked at the young man who looked at him, but knew that he didn't have him in his eyes. Instead, he didn't seem to be a strong enemy but rather in his eyes. Ants.

Mudel's expression was ugly to the extreme for an instant. Roland's arrogance angered him. This is the underworld of Heim. It is his home field where he can exert the greatest combat power besides the god Asa. Even the Holy See may not dare to be here. So despised him.

In the midst of anger, Mudel no longer had any scruples. His body soared into the sky. The infinite darkness of Heim's underworld made him feel like a battle. He regenerated the mistletoe weapon in one hand, and plunged into the night sky with the other hand. Hold the sky.

"Arrogant and ignorant, want to kill me here? Then you can give it a try."

In the roar, the darkness around Mudel's body seemed to roll up, and the ether was condensed into a cluster with the night, and a magical aggregate far larger than the previous time was held in his palm.

He looked at the young man who had brought him a sense of fear, gritted his teeth and decided to go further. The mistletoe emitted a dim light, and finally condensed into a long sword full of unknown aura. Mudel looked at the long sword in his hand and smiled. .

Mistertine.

This is the beginning of the end to the destruction of the gods. It is the legendary weapon to kill the god of light, and it is also his biggest ultimate move.

No one can survive this unidentified sword that kills the gods. This is the condensation of darkness and curse. It can be said to be touched and die, and it will be the infinite darkness of the underworld of Heim.

He wrapped the power of darkness in the sky in his hands on the sword, so far the ultimate power was perfectly integrated with the attack of the curse, and he put countless mistletoe thorns invisible to the naked eye in this shock wave.

"Die."

Mudel is in the endless eternal night, his face is solemn like a god in the dark, while Hoddle's blood is boiling, he has given the power of death to countless wooden thorns, he waved his hand, his eyes calmly released the breath of death that contained the divine sword wave.

The dark aggregates were released at this moment, with a corrosive shock wave sweeping across the forest, and then the mistletoe contained in it, which was barely visible to the naked eye. This weak plant was strengthened by Mudel’s magic, as long as it was like this hair. A slight piercing of the plant represents eternal darkness, and in the center of this attack, Mistedin's black light shines.

"Be careful! Cough!"

Joan reminded him when Mudel made a move, but he coughed up blood before he finished speaking, but the long-haired young man beside him laughed in a daze. He stroked Joan's shoulder and stepped out of the coffin. Step forward.

"rest assured."

Dressed in the exquisite and luxurious long robes of the Grand Tribunal half a century ago, a young man with long black hair stood in front of Joan.

"In the face of such untouchable attacks, I am generally a choice."

He clenched a fist and released a magical light from his hand, shining like a star in the dark night, and the shock wave of corrosion and death also came before him.

"That is to fight back!"

The young man punched out with a fierce smile, and there was a strong light in the night, the magical shock and vibration atmosphere, the same but stronger shock wave as Mudel roared out, the two forces crashed into each other, and the next second was light. Winning, the almost unstoppable light shattered the mythological sword of killing the gods, and the holy wind blew through the steel forest and hit the dark god in the sky.

"Impossible! Cough!"

Mudel’s exclamation was not finished before he was knocked into the air by the shock wave, and countless rolled mistletoe stabbed him into a hedgehog. Fortunately, this terrible death could not work on him, but even so he still vomited blood and fell towards him. ground.

But what he didn't know was that this irresistible attack was not over yet.

In front of Joan, the young man with long black hair clenched his fists in the light and looked indifferently at the enemy falling from the air.

"I hate people standing on top of my head. You damn it, flying insect."

The light particles that made up the holy rays of light when Kyogen was released were detonated again, and countless ether particles exploded in the air to release stronger power. The holy light once again shone in the night sky, dragging the night gods off the throne.

"Impossible! Impossible! I am the God of Darkness, I am..."

In the explosion, the flesh and blood of Mudel ignited the holy white flame, and he screamed and struggled frantically, trying to swallow the holy fire with the darkness of Heim's underworld, but it was useless.

"Huh? The God of Darkness? Heh, the recent bugs still tell jokes?"

Roland looked at Mulder who was rolling and wailing, and said with a smile:

"Don't say your abilities are just a degraded version of the gods, what about the original version?"

The young man with long black hair opened his eyes slightly, and the golden threads in his black pupils exuded the light of looking at everything.

"Do you distinguish between fat and thin bugs when you step on them?"

"You! I understand! You are! Ahhhhhhh!!"

In Roland's ridicule, Mudel's body ignited a raging flame, and in the burst of fire, he screamed and turned into fly ashes, ending his life of murder.

When all the dust settled, Joan watched in disbelief that the once invincible enemy turned into ashes not far away. She had a deep understanding of Mudel's strength, but she couldn't walk for two rounds in front of the long-haired man.

Who is he?Saint Laurent?But this is completely different from the people on the photos, murals or statues.

Joan was puzzled. She looked up and met the man's looking back.

"amount......"

The moment of hesitation prevented her from speaking in time. The next second, the man with long black hair under the light of the eternal night stretched out his hand and directly lifted Jean's jaw.

"Hey?"

This abrupt move left Joan of Arc's brain blank for a moment. The two faced each other, the girl's face became redder and red, and the young man murmured like a sigh:

"It turns out that real people feel like this...but, it's really like it."

He squinted the fading golden eyes in depression, and the departed lover flashed in his mind. He was about to fall into memory, but was suddenly distracted by the girl's body temperature.

"and many more."

He returned to his senses and frowned, then put down the hand that raised his chin, and then stroked the girl's profile.

"Hey!"

Jeanne squinted her eyes and let out a small exclamation. While her face flushed, she heard the man's reproachful question.

"Aren't you going to freeze it? What the hell did you do here?"

"me......"

The freezing of Joan's soul made Roland frowned. He picked her up in the girl's exclamation, and then his body began to emit light and heat.

"Wait, wait a minute, please let me down, and who are you?"