My Heroic Life

The moment the skeleton ball flew, the crew of the Golden Deer quickly dispersed. They were scattered all over the ship, and then they performed their own unique skills.

He lifted his feet and volleyed, hung upside down golden hooks, tipped shots, and lobbed a wonderful pass. For a time, the ball was full of bones flying across the sea. The splashed sea stars were full of spirits. In the shadow of the sword, they shared the glory of the Golden Deer team.

"Fuck! It's all right?"

Roland was stunned to watch the two boats serve from opposite sides of the ball. There was a spectacle of shooting here. The bald boy beside him was in the crowd. After riding a bicycle, he shot hard. Before the skull ball had time to unfold, he was shot. Kicked back, a ball knocked over a zombie pitcher on the ghost ship.

"bingo!"

"The seventeenth! Go on, this time it can break the record!"

"This... you really deserve to be Spanish soldiers."

Roland, who was poorly skilled, watched the flying bone ball and the boiling crew in awe. In this friendly exchange, the two ships finally slowly approached the critical point of the rope flying claws. The zombies stopped shooting, and the crew of the Golden Deer. He also clasped his weapons again and gathered on the side of the ship.

The gang war is about to begin.

Chapter 38 Couples

"Little ones! The treasures are removed, the monsters are killed, and the flowers are gone ashore!"

Drake held an ancient musket and shouted the Golden Deer's Three Lights policy, and the pirates who were about to rob the dead shouted in response.

"It's time to get rich, follow me!"

Drake took the lead in the heroic shouting. She stepped on the putter that the crew had just erected, and flew up to the deck full of skeletons and zombies. At the same time, the apostles on the mast also held hands. The rope pulling the flying claws swayed towards the enemy ship.

Roland wanted to charge and show his fists, but he stopped when he was about to move. The previous scene of the Golden Deer Football Club gave him too much shock. He stood still and wanted to see if there was anything else in this group of clever ghosts. operating.

However, before he had time to observe, the door to the captain's room at the rear of the hull opened again. Roland looked back and saw Joan who was awakened by the sound of killing and shelling.

"Lan! Why are you here!"

The blonde saint widened her eyes when she saw the man, and at the same moment, the sailors on both sides had begun a melee. Countless skeletons fell into the sea from the gun window of the ghost ship like dumplings, and turned towards the sea. The Golden Deer climbed, and the apostle pirates jumped to help kill each other's deck.

Zombies, skeletons, ghosts and humans. Hundreds of humans and monsters on the two ships were fighting together. The leading Drake had a knife in one hand and a gun in one hand. She chopped up a skeleton with a single knife, and then cut the muzzle in her hand. Yu entered the zombie's mouth with a shot and exploded, and beside her were the first officer holding a blunt weapon and a group of main apostles.

"Miss Saintess, you have a good guardian spirit."

"Uh, hey?"

Joan was ignorant of the praise of the sailors. Roland saw the knife slashing the skeleton and said, "I'll talk about the specific situation, and deal with the skeleton first."

"understand."

The blond saint looked at the endless skeletons that climbed up from the sea, and jumped onto the deck with the flag and killed Roland all the way to the side of the ship.

At this time, Joan was in good condition, the holy flag swept along the hull, and the large pieces of skeletons were smashed to pieces. Compared with the low-profile Roland driven by only a part of the soul fragments, it seemed slower to kill the enemy.

"Lan, are you hurt?"

Realizing that Roland seemed to be in a different state than usual, Jeanne asked a little worriedly. Roland smiled bitterly and shook his head, dividing part of his soul into something that was too incredible for him to explain.

Regardless of the reason, Joan has understood that the youth is in poor condition. The holy flag in her hand fluttered and used her own actions to relieve Roland’s pressure. Although she was defeated by Mudel in the underworld because of her bad condition, Treasure Not as lethal as Malda, but in fact, Joan of Arc's comprehensive strength is definitely at the forefront of the heroic spirits.

Her strength is not inferior to that of the Knight King on the opposite side of the strait, and her agility is even higher than that, and these are the most affordable skills in large-scale melee.

For example, now, Roland needs a little seriousness to cut off the skull head, but in front of Joan of Arc, she can’t walk for half a round. The holy banner sweeps across the sky and the skulls are picked up into the sky and broken into dry bones. At the same time, she is powerful. The movements are as fast as lightning, and the strangest is the magic of Joan.

Obviously she does not release any skills, but Joan has the top magic reserve among the heroic spirits, and her magic power has even reached the level of a well-known magician. This also makes her long-lasting combat ability extremely strong, with a large reserve and a small use. In this melee, the more and more warfare is.

Numerous advantages make up for the defect that the treasure does not have a lot of damage. Roland feels that Joan of Arc may be the only heroic spirit of the conjoined priest who consumes the dead, and in the eyes of this outsider, Roland has a smooth journey as a girlfriend. He reached the forefront and was already on par with Drake.

"Oh? Although she's still a little girl, should I say that the saint has no name?"

After killing the enemy, Drake looked at Jeanne who was approaching quickly and sighed, but she was quickly attracted by her style of almost blocking all external damages by herself. She looked at Jeanne who was protecting Roland with concern. He laughed like he found something interesting.

"So that's the case, but with the guardian spirit...Ah, is this a good marriage?"

Drake, who had a bad relationship with men, rejoined the battle, but at the same time, the ghost ship that had been almost captured suddenly trembled.

"What's the matter, who fired it?"

"No, there is no gunshot."

"Be careful below!"

Amidst the shouts of the pirates, a huge white bone claw came from under the ghost ship. Drake adjusted her balance amidst the tremors. Fortune caused her to take a step back and pass the huge bone claw. Some pirates were knocked into the air in this unexpected attack.

"This is the Great Ghost!"

The pirates who had been fighting for a long time recognized the owner of Bone Claw. At the same time, the deck of the ghost ship shattered, and a huge spirit skeleton rushed out from below.

"No, go back!"

Drake raised his gun and fired, but the magic bullet that could be sent out had extremely limited damage to the Great Ghost. Looking down the huge white skull of the Great Ghost, the flashing red-light eyes were accompanied by a trembling wailing.

"what--"

"Tsk, it's terrible, huh? What's wrong with you, Joan?"

Roland frowned in the harsh howling, only to find that Jeanne, who had been supporting him, suddenly stood in awe.

He naturally didn't know that in the underworld of Heim, the big ghost at the bottom of the lake of the dead caused Joan to suffer, and the loss of combat power almost caused all the members to be wiped out. Although it is not the same now, the same shape is still aroused. The resentment of Joan of Arc.

The enemies were extremely jealous when they met, not to mention that during this crisis, the ether between the big ghost's claws gathered magical power, and a phantom energy shot out toward the crowd, and the pale light reflected Drake's face. The shield warriors on both sides swooped forward, but everyone knew that the shield of the Warcraft Carapace was nothing but a praying man's arm.

Everyone was ready to be knocked into the air, but the impact did not come in the next moment of light flashing.

"Hey?"

Drake raised his head and widened his eyes. He saw that in front of the shield warrior, the girl waving the holy flag firmly withstood the pale shock wave. After fully understanding the enemy’s information, the skill called Real Name See-through was activated. The attack power of the similar treasures of this skill is almost halved.

"Oh--!"

The golden-haired saint's holy flag was picked up, the combination of high-level power and magic, and the powerful comprehensive ability allowed her to separate the white light in one fell swoop, and at the moment the turbid magic broke open, the young figure had already lifted the sword. Go straight up.

The breathtaking sword intent is concentrated in the shining blade, and the resonant magic power is transmitted to the heart through that boiling courage. At this moment, Roland's blade is holy and bright, and the long sword swept across the huge ghost body and there was a white line in the center.

The youth landed, retracted the sword into its sheath, the great ghost screamed as the sword light converged, and the flame of holiness burned from his body.

The wailing ghost turned into ashes in the flames, and Drake and the pirates stared at the two people walking together in the flames for a moment, and then cheered triumphantly.

"Oh oh oh--!"

Chapter 39—Britain Tragedy

Within the European Union, Roland is playing combo skills with the saint, while Britain on the other side of the strait staged a bloody farce.