My Heroic Life

"Don't move, my current state is soul, so holding you can relieve the freezing of your soul, don't you know that holding you together for warmth?"

"I, this kind of thing..."

The breath of the man beside him heated up Joan's brain physically, and Roland heaved a sigh of relief looking at the sign of Joan of Arc's dress on the court.

It's a member of the trial court, so things are simple.

He directly ordered: "I order you in the name of the Chief Judge Roland, hold me tight."

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Chapter 21 Should you block?

Joan buried her face on the chest of the man in front of him, not because of the speech that sounded like workplace harassment, but because of the weakness and cold from the soul.

However, it’s worth mentioning that Joan did not actually doubt Roland’s identity too much. One reason is that the unquestionable power is in full compliance with the description of Saint Laurent in the Holy See’s books and propaganda. The strong man who killed the sect priest is really rare in the world, and the black crystal coffin was salvaged from the lake of the dead by himself.

Another reason, and the main reason, is Joan’s intuition derived from the skill of revelation. The blond girl almost subconsciously trusts the man in front of him, closing her eyes and leaning against his chest can even feel a sense of closeness, as if In the arms of angels, under the light of humanity.

Roland frowned as he watched the weak girl. He knew that he had to leave the dark and cold country of the dead quickly, but Joan of Arc's prayer and the man who suddenly crawled out of the steel tree ruins in the distance made him stop. Footsteps.

"Mianxia, ​​if you really are the one, please save Sister Malda."

The blond saint said sadly, and Rogers, who was lucky enough to die, also rushed to hug this thigh.

"Your Excellency, I am the Inquisitor Rogers. No matter who you are, you should be a soldier of the human rights camp from the perspective of your behavior. Then, if you can, please help Lord Marda who is behind the lonely palace. It is a plea from me and the trial court."

The tall man bowed his head covered in scars, and the wound formed by the piercing of the steel branch on his shoulder dripped blood as he bent down.

Roland stared at the bright court sign on the man's shoulder, looked at his shoulder again, and smiled approvingly.

"You are good, stay here to deal with the wound, and leave the rest to me."

Leaving these words, the young man tightened the already groggy Joan, moved lightly under the magical power, and disappeared in front of Rogers in an instant.

Ten minutes later, the gate of Hull, the gateway to the kingdom of the dead, was kicked open. The young man with long black hair closed his eyes in front of the door to perceive, and then his figure shot into the thick fog like electricity.

The blood flowing out of the fallen blue-haired saint at this time was frozen, and the cold and curse made her face turn blue and stiff. Even the high-ranking heroic spirit with strong vitality was on the verge of exhaustion at this time, Roland looked at it. Marda fell to the ground with a smile, and instantly understood what was happening.

He had seen this smile too many times. It was the face of the soldier who completed the mission at the last moment.

"Another silly girl."

He sighed, warming and holy magic in his hand wrapped the blue-haired saint and held it up. The unconscious Malda floated in front of Roland and was hugged in his arms.

At this point, the young man embraced left and right, but his expression was not relaxed, on the contrary, he felt a little distressed.

Have the children in the trial court been so enlightened recently?Are all so brave to sacrifice?

He sighed, and walked to the corpse of the man who was sunken in mud opposite Malda, and the fragments of magic power that had not yet spilled made him frown.

"This one is better than the one outside, Garm? He actually won. This kid is so strong."

He turned to look at Malda who was dying, and touched her head like a compliment.

The blue-haired saint who was in a coma didn't know that she was killed by touching her head. Roland stood there thinking for a moment. Whether it was the man in black in the previous battle or the man who was beaten into rags in front of him, it should be from the union. Priests, but what makes him strange is that their power seems to have been greatly strengthened.

The two girls in his arms are wearing their own combat uniforms, but Rogers outside is still wearing the standard uniform of the court. Roland compares his clothes with the ones in his memory, and he knows that he might be a little sleepy. long.

"Should I sleep for years?"

He muttered to himself, and then shook his head. The top priority is to take the two girls out of the land of the dead. The Forest of the Nine Realms is a devil, and there should be no change in geographic location, and Roland knows a place to heal soul freezing. .

After thinking, the young man with long black hair moved again and quickly returned to the way he came.

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Three days later.

Inside the steaming hot spring, Roland stared at the stars with no expression on his face. He once thought he was a fairly romantic person. When he was fine, he still liked to watch the night view of white clouds. Suddenly, for example, now, he understands...the cause of cervical spondylosis.

The long-haired man in the hot spring lowered his head and started neck exercises. He sighed and looked at the two figures on the side of the hot spring.

It's been three days, it's almost done.

Three days have passed since he left Heim, the land of the dead. When Roland returned with a saint in one hand, Rogers had already processed the remains of his teammates. He took the man who survived his coffin board and walked out of the forest. After crossing the Crystal Bridge, after learning about himself and the basic situation of the mission, Roland asked Rogers to return first, and he took the two saints to treat the injuries.

In the volcanic area of ​​the Forest of the Nine Realms, the warm and peculiar magical hot springs can nourish the soul. Although no one approaches because of the powerful fire spirit named Ifrit, this is not a problem for Roland.

After holding and spanking, the fire elf named Ifrit ran away crying, and Roland was finally able to occupy this health resort.

During the three days that these two colleagues had been in a coma, Roland thought a lot about the death of his lover Anna, about forty-nine years of sinking at the bottom of the Lake of the Dead, about the European Union, and the Union. And he became a saint and was judged dead.

"Oh, things are not human."

The long-haired big judge sighed, and when he woke up, the huge changes caught him off guard, and the most significant change...

He turned his head to look at the two young girls who had impressions in the memories of previous lives, knowing that his experience before going to bed could only be regarded as a prequel to the story.

Is the one that should come after all?

He sighed, staring at the two men’s beautiful faces that had returned to their blood for a moment in a trance, and then he began to look up at the starry sky again, and what he didn’t notice was that the blonde girl’s eyelids moved lightly when he looked away and gradually opened. Closed eyes.

Joan opened her eyes in the warmth, looking into the fog, thinking in a trance, still stuck three days ago, she hurriedly got up, dragged her tired body forward in the water for several steps, until she saw the stunned face in front of her. Black-haired youth.

"Are you, Mian, Mianxia?"