My Heroic Life

The sailors were sighing strangely when they were suddenly disrupted by a strong wind that broke through the magic mist.

"this is!"

"I can't control my body."

Roland observed carefully in the magic wind of what was obviously a spell, and found that Jason and other apostles were like people who slowed down on TV video. Every move became a lot slower, and the speed of the gallop slowed down a lot. , Only the two high-ranking heroes and Roland were not affected much.

At this time, Joan had pointed the weapon in the direction of the magic wind. Roland looked at the crew members whose voices were dragged, and understood that the number advantage seemed useless. He looked at Drake beside him. :

"You stay and lead them to block the ghost skeletons. Joan and I will go to the front to find the'Soul Reaver' to play."

"But, only you two..."

Drake hesitated, Roland shook his head and said: "Hestia's power comes from the queen of the underworld. Although they are sane, they have actually fallen into her jurisdiction. Helping us may be counterproductive."

"alright, I got it."

Drake nodded when she heard this, and she said solemnly with guns in both hands:

"I won't let go of a horse, so don't worry, kill the'Soul Reaper' and come back with Jeanne."

"Ok."

Roland nodded, looked at each other at the same time and rushed into the mist of horrible magic fluctuations in front of him, and behind him came the bombardment of Drake's cannon and the cries of killing from the crew.

Hearing the fighting, the two looked at each other and accelerated again, and gradually discovered that a huge building in front of them emerged from the fog.

It was a magnificent, but very gloomy and weird palace, with gray tones, and the reliefs were the images of various dead people. Roland glanced at it and roughly understood what it was based on.

Eleudenier is the palace of Hela, the queen of the underworld in mythology, which means misery. This mythical palace does not exist even in the underworld of Senheim, the Nine Realms that Roland and others visited more than a month ago. The one in front of me is also a fake, as for the owner...

Roland and Jeanne looked up to the front. At the center of the open palace gate, a monster that looked like a man and a ghost was standing at this time. Half of her face was like a skeleton and the other half was like an old man. She was dressed in a gray priest's robe with a hand The pale bone sickle.

"The Soul Reaper" Herstaya.

When Roland looked at this shape, he confirmed the enemy instantly. The figure was not very clear under the cover of night and thick fog. Only the bone sickle as a weapon shone with a layer of blue light. Roland looked at Hestaya's figure through the thick fog. Suddenly there was a strong sense of sight, his eyes widened, and his body became stiff for a moment.

Scythe, why do you always think I have seen a woman holding a scythe somewhere, wrong...

Roland shook his head, making sure that he hadn't seen such a person in his decades of memory. Hestaya on the high platform in front of the palace felt Roland's surprise and surprise, and made a weird mockery.

"Huh? Although the trash in the court of justice is like a weak skeleton, you still seem to know some fears. You are the saint who recently guarded the border in the Forest of the Nine Realms? Your companion is already shaking, hahaha."

Hestia ridiculed loudly, but Joan was unmoved. Seeing this, she snorted and continued:

"But now I know that fear is too late, welcome you to my palace of the dead, and..."

Hestia's rotten cheek squeezed out blood and pus, and the other side was wrinkled together. She waved the scythe and smiled: "Become my new slave!"

The cyan bone sickle waved, accompanied by a gray magical wind. At the same time, Joan of Arc and Roland shone magical light. What made them strange is that the gray storm is no longer a slow effect, but Wrapped the area near the two of them.

"Lan, this wind is..."

"This is, that's it, it's a disease, a quick fight!"

Roland observed carefully and quickly discovered that this is a disease-spreading area. He was a good man with an etheric body, but Jeanne was using his amazing physique to resist this negative effect.

In the realm of death where mortals would die of various diseases within one minute, Joan and Roland rushed towards Hestia, while the latter stopped watching Roland who was following Joan, for a moment. Some doubts, she always feels where she has met someone very similar to him.

It's just a pity that the short-term doubt was quickly interrupted by her new discovery, and Hestaya looked at Roland in surprise and laughed.

"Guardian spirit? Hahahahaha, girl, did you release the guardian spirit in front of me?"

Hestaya smiled uncontrollably. Hela is the ruler of the undead. Although the guardian spirit does not belong to the evil spirit, it is also under her jurisdiction. One of Hestaya's abilities has a degraded version of this power. .

She looked at Roland who rushed forward, raised her head proudly, pointed at her feet and said faintly: "Kneel down!"

The next moment, the man walked in front of him, he stood still and looked at Hestaya's smiling face, then waved his arm and slapped it down.

Chapter 55 Fighting to see the measurements

A sudden slap in the face, a sudden surprise.

Roland gathered his magic power in the palm of his hand in the twinkling of light, slapped and slapped the half of the old face that Hestaya was still looking at. The arrogant undead dominator was unprepared and was directly swept by Roland's palm and fan. He jumped up and fell into the depths of the palace in a spiral.

"Ah? What did you say? I didn't hear you saying it again?"

Joan looked at Roland, his face was smiling at this time, but there was no smile in his eyes. For a moment, the blond saint realized that he had entered a tyrannical state of treating the enemy.

The saint, who had not had time to attack, looked forward. At this time, on the floor deep in the palace, Hestaya was lying on the ground with her cheeks in her hands, her face suspicious of life.

"No, it's impossible, why!"

She struggled to pick up the bone sickle on the ground, and under the reflection of the floor, she had seen that half of her face that was still human was dented, leaving a palm print like a signature.

"you wanna die!"

Hestia got up and yelled, Roland frowned. In his estimation, this slap could directly slap her to death, but why didn't she die?He looked at the half-human and half-ghost old woman, and understood that it might be a little difficult to handle.

In the myth, Hela is the sister of the giant wolf Fenrir and the giant snake Yemengard. In any case, the two brothers are so fierce, she should never be a weak scum, on the contrary, she is likely to inherit the power of Warcraft and giants. Physical fitness, and the magic knowledge of the gods.

In fact, Hela is also one of the few villains in the myth that does not record the ending. Roland once suspected that this was an old yin, who shrank in the battle of the fathers and brothers, so he survived in the dusk of the gods, so there is no record. .

But now, Herstaya’s physique is obviously problematic. It clearly seems to be broken at the touch of a touch, but the fight is so pitiful. With the characteristics of Nordic mythology, these gods are masters in hand-to-hand combat, and Roland is wary. And the half-human and half-ghost old woman has begun to go crazy.

"My servants! Kill them all!"

Hestia gave an order, and there began to walk out of layers of figures in the palace. They were countless dead souls. The bodies were burning with flames. The necks were bitten in half by wild beasts. All kinds of dead people died. Under the reinforcement of their owner, they slaughtered them.

In the face of these many undead who are as powerful as an apostle, Jeanne took the lead with his guns clasped tightly. There was no fear on his firm face, and he showed his power for the first time in the war.

The attributes of the saint is really too high. Facing this surging crowd, Joan's spear swept across, and the strong wind that he brought up made a harsh sound, and the great power far surpassing ordinary heroic spirits brought layers of dead flying. To the sky, they were wailing and torn apart under the magic of holiness.

At the same time with great strength, Joan's spear was extremely fast, the flag spear pierced out like rain, and the magic light extended and shot out. Under the brilliance, the army of the undead was penetrated from the middle, and the white flames spread out in the hall.

Roland didn't even start, and Jeanne had almost wiped out the enemy, but Hestaya was not idle, surrounded by many undead, she was beginning to liberate her dress after many years.

Just as Roland guessed, Hestaya is not only able to use a lot of magic, the body is more powerful, even she has a magical instinct similar to a beast, and now, she is looking at her with a human eye and a ghost eye Roland became more anxious, this guardian spirit always gave her a dangerous and vague feeling of deja vu.

The strong warning signs in her heart made her no longer hesitate. The majestic devil energy evaporated under her full force. At the same time, the entire Eleudenier Palace was lit up with white light, and Roland's face was slashing the undead. After a change, an invisible bondage was being imposed on his body, and it quickly strengthened.

"How about it, can you still act? You damn thing! No matter what special power you have, you are a spirit body after all. As long as you are a spirit body, you don't want to defeat me in this palace."

Herstaya opened her arms and smiled with revenge pleasure:

"This entire palace is my attire, and I am using this to restrain endless souls, and you will soon become one of them."

"Lan!"