My Heroic Life

ps: I’m a little tired today because I take a break from the two shifts

Chapter 57—The Soul Dining Table

Herstaya held the neck of the aging woman in front of her, and in a frantic laugh, she began to truly exercise her ability to be called a "soul eater."

Soul, that is the best tonic for Herstaya. The soul of the living can temporarily restore her appearance, which is ugly because of Hela’s blood. Although it often does not last long, it does make her feel heavy. Gain youth.

A gray light emerged from Hestaya, who was controlling Joan. The next moment both stopped their movements. In order to speed up the speed, the old woman who sucked others penetrated her consciousness and power into the soul of the heroic spirit in her hand, and unlocked the soul's greatest soul Efficient absorption method.

But what she didn't know was that at the moment when Jeanne's body was aging and his magic power was greatly reduced, the young man on the other side of the palace fog suddenly opened his eyes, and the rage and fierce golden light in his eyes lit up like burning.

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Within a blank space, a gray fog suddenly appeared, and the tumbling fog gradually condensed, and finally changed into a half-human and half-ghost old man.

Herstaya looked up and smiled at this blank space. This is the soul space condensed under her god's power. In other words, it is a restaurant where the souls of people captured by her can be enjoyed.

In the white space, fragments of golden objects are floating in the air. This is the memory of the predator. Human memory is like this. It often appears in the form of fragments, just like what people are impressed by is often a picture, a line , An impression, and their provenance is formed by the fragmentation of complete band memory over time.

Of course, there are exceptions for everyone. Just as a soldier may remember the whole process of his honoring, an affectionate man may always remember his first love, and extremely important memories tend to remain continuous, and this The segments that can be watched continuously are Hestaya's favorite meals.

The ugly old woman looked at the white space and exclaimed.

"It seems that you are really a stupid idiot..."

She seemed to bow her head in a pity for the saint's departure, but the next moment, a twisted smile exploded on her face.

"My favorite is you people. Seeing you people die tragically in my hands is simply the greatest affirmation of me, ha ha ha."

Herstaya laughed, the rotten half of her face squeezed out blood and pus, and the human half seemed to be peeling. In this soul world, the body feels for a few days but only a few seconds outside, so she is not at all Anxious, but smiled and walked towards the golden ball of light in the center of the room.

"The soul of the high-ranking heroes is really much larger than ordinary trash."

She looked at the holy soul obsessively, and wrapped it in front of her with gray smoke in the wave of her hand. At the same time, black tables and chairs appeared on the ground. Hestaya sat on the chair, looking at the light ball with excitement.

"This will probably maintain my youth for several months."

She smiled, and then sat up straight as if she was eating, and the thick mist in her hands pulled a relatively complete band of light in the sky.

"Then, some appetizers first."

She stretched out her hand to activate a light belt, and the image of the memory began to flash in the air. She stared intently and found that the goal was a golden palace.

In the field of vision are soldiers in full attire in full attire. They salute to Joan and push open the closed relief stone door for her. Behind the door are the people watching the ceremony, the Holy See, the court, and the high-levels of the European coalition government.

At the foot is an expensive ritual red carpet, ears are cheering like a tsunami, the sun is shining, and at the end of the carpet in front is the pope Alisa, who is smiling and looking at Jeanne.

Canonized saint.

This is the highest honor that Joan of Arc has received in her life so far. The whole process is inscribed in her heart. Hestia nodded with satisfaction. This memory made her opponent's prey more satisfied, just like a eater. We watched the whole process of healthy growth of ingredients.

She threw this band of light aside, and she started to pick new ones again. She looked around the entire space and finally chose the most complete one. This is probably the most recent major event. The whole band of light is almost undamaged. Staya pulled the ball of light from Joan of Arc's soul to her eyes while opening the package of memory.

The picture opened again, and the target was a man in black floating in the air. Hestaya was taken aback when she saw this, and then her eyes widened.

"Huh? Mudel? And this is... the Iron Forest?"

She stared at this memory image in a daze, watched Joan fighting with Mudel, watched her being hit by the shock wave, watched Mudel's mistletoe spear flying, and then... she saw the man .

When the man appeared in Joan's field of vision for the first time, Herstaya's pupils shrank sharply, her eyes fixed on the man's clothing.

Hestaya naturally did not know Roland who changed her face, but this dress was unforgettable to her. It was the fear that was rooted in the deepest soul for her and the many elderly priests of the Clan Union. .

It was the uniform of the first chief judge half a century ago, and its only user was Saint Laurent.

This is almost the clothes representing death, and the deja vu atmosphere when seeing the long-haired young man gradually overlapped, and finally slowly formed a figure in Hestia's mind.

"It's him!"

Herstaya's complexion changed drastically, and at the same time, a little light flickered in the light ball representing the soul of Joan, and the next moment the light was bright, an arm stretched out from it and pinched Herstaya's neck.

"You! You, uh..."

The half-human and half-ghost old woman was caught by her neck, and the irresistible force directly lifted her from the chair. She struggled to break the arm but could not succeed. She could only scream hoarsely and intermittently in panic. sound.

"I wanted to surprise you when you did it, but I can't help it."

The youth's voice came from the ball of light, with an uncontrollable killing intent.

"Enough to see, you dirty bug! You should get out of here!"

Herstaya's old and disgusting face wrinkled in pain, and the young man's hands gradually tightened with the words, and the throat and cervical spine were crushed in this tight hand.

"get out."

During the flat death, the arm suddenly squeezed, Herstaya's neck was directly squeezed into mud, her intermittent screams disappeared completely, and the whole body turned into mist and dissipated.

At the same moment, inside the palace, a screaming scream sounded, and a layer of white light appeared on Joan's body, instantly igniting Hestaia's thin hand, the half-human and half-ghost old woman hurriedly let go, the burning of flesh and soul Part of the destruction made her howl frantically.

"It's you! It's you! The rumor is actually true!"

She yelled back, and behind Joan, the black-haired young man stepped forward, his body still not clear in the thick fog, and the killing intent in the golden pupils had burst out.

Chapter 58—Anger and Judgment

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Hestia’s screams reverberated in Eleudenier’s palace, Roland in the thick fog snapped his fingers, and the light flowing on Joan’s body immediately began to condense, and finally turned into a crystal clear gem, turning her like amber Like wrapped up.

This is Roland’s most powerful defense method. This seemingly fragile gem actually operates in a similar way to the crystal of power. Even the treasures of the heroic spirits are difficult to break. Any curse and magic will be isolated, and the corresponding people Will also be forced to sleep.

The man stared at the old Joan in the crystal body and was stunned for a moment. The next moment, the black-haired young man on the bedroom bed suddenly opened his eyes in the spa on the outskirts of Paris. The violent atmosphere broke the house with the beam of light rising into the sky. For thousands of miles, the two pairs of identical golden pupils glared.

""you wanna die!""

In the Eleudenier Palace, the breath of the long-haired young man was constantly fluctuating, and the ground beneath his feet began to crack endlessly, and the boiling ether creaked the entire palace.

Roland covered his forehead with one hand, and the golden pupil between his fingers was like a beating flame. The endless anger was burning his reason. He looked at the blond back in the crystal, as if he had seen the sky burning with flames many years ago. Below, the lover who closed his eyes in his arms.

Yes, it was the same last time. Last time I didn't have time to catch up. After all, one person's power is limited. No matter how strong he is, there is no way to protect everyone's thoroughness. But this time, is the fact true?

Roland trembled and looked at Joan next to him, and at the same time tortured his own heart.

"no."

He murmured. In fact, Roland knew in his heart that he was just afraid of the side effects of that ability. In the past few decades, the painful side effects of [Courage] have almost become his psychological shadow, making him subconsciously avoid using it. As for [arrogance] ], that is an ability that cannot be fully activated until the last moment. The boundless killing intent brings not only victory, but also a bloodthirsty demon.

For this reason, in this demon realm, he subconsciously limited his output. After being restrained, he saw that Joan of Arc and Hestia played back and forth, and even tried to solve the curse slowly with a fluke. But now, the crystal is The appearance of Joan of Arc seemed to be harsh on him, and Roland could no longer control his killing intent.