My Heroic Life

Roland suddenly realized when he heard the words, he finally solved the last question in his heart.

When he arrived on this island, Roland had wondered that the root of the undead in the Demon Realm was indeed found, but where did Kraken, a mythical monster that had never appeared before, come from?Sea monsters can never go along with the undead, right?

Now the answer is revealed. This place is indeed the kingdom of God in Roland’s brain knowledge, but its power is probably suppressed, and the reason for Herstaya’s presence here Roland also roughly understands. She probably came here to obtain the kingdom of God. In the middle of the deity's legacy, he was knocked to death in the middle of the process, and now that she has lost her control, this divine kingdom has begun to become alive.

The situation was urgent, Roland hurriedly told everyone about his speculation. Drake, who heard this, did not question, but asked decisively:

"Understood, so what should we do?"

"It's very simple. If this kingdom of God can attract Hestaya for so long, it must have a core. After you get the core, you can get out."

"Kill the enemy, grab the treasure, is this what you do best?"

Drake was taken aback, and then smiled in the gust of wind: "It is true. Pirates are such a guy."

"Oh? Isn't this fun?"

"Is the last batch of treasures? Haha, not bad!"

Behind Drake, Jason and others laughed fearlessly under the dim sky and amidst the thunder and lightning. They looked at their captain, Drake raised his hand under their gaze, and the sky behind them appeared. After the waves, the huge bow rushed out of it, and the Golden Deer appeared again.

"Everyone, board the ship!"

Drake yelled, and the sailors responded. Jeanne took the initiative to hold Roland's hand and nodded at him, and the two boarded together.

At this time, the sea is spreading on the black island, the sky is constantly thundering, and the dense fog is blown away by the stronger and stronger sea breeze. With the light of lightning, everyone on the boat can see the sea and the sky at the end of the line of sight. At the meeting point, a huge figure one after another was slowly standing up.

It was a shadow that was bigger than Herstaya. Even if it was 10,000 meters away, the majestic breath was still daunting. He was holding a long object and was looking down at the sea in the storm.

"Hey, this is too big."

"Speaking of that figure, is it a bit familiar?"

"Haha, no, is it actually Him?"

The pirates exchanged weird faces, while Roland looked at the figure and sighed.

"Is it Niald?"

He looked at the things in the hands of the huge figure in the distance, and understood that the sailors recognized the sea god in the Norse mythology with this glance, that was the oar.

In mythology, Niald is the god in charge of summer, oceans, storms, fisheries and wealth. He is also regarded as the patron saint of sailing. It is rumored that when he is angry, he will wave the iron oar in his hand, not only can easily set off huge waves, It can also cause storms and tsunamis, and when he is happy, the waves will become calmer.

But now, Master Poseidon is obviously not happy. The squally wind has blown and the storm is approaching. Drake looked back at Roland nervously. The young man looked at her and said with certainty: "That is not the real Poseidon, just The silhouette left in the kingdom of God, the core of the kingdom of God lies with him."

Drake nodded when she heard the words, she turned her head and saw the fearless smiling faces of the sailors.

"Hmph, the opponent is Seagod, you can still laugh out of it?"

"It's just a fake, isn't it?"

"Furthermore, we are now under the control of the underworld, but the priest of the underworld queen seems to have been killed by us."

Jason stepped forward and smiled at Drake:

"Sister, this is the last time everyone has sailed. Please order."

The pink-haired woman looked at the stupid faces in front of her, her eyes were a little sour, she wanted to say something, but at the end she gave a chuckle.

"Really, then... the little ones! Set sail!"

Chapter 62—A Song of Courage

Roland and Jeanne were standing on the crowded deck and looking towards the sky. The thick fog dissipated in the sky was filled with lightning and thunder, and the clouds fell like lead, getting lower and darker.

The black, rock-like strange island was completely submerged at this time, and the heavy rain in the thunderstorm finally fell. At the same moment, the wind was blowing, and the crew members who were preparing nervously were taken aback at the same time, and then shouted.

"Big sister, this wind!"

"Ok, I know."

Drake was standing in front of the golden rudder of the Golden Deer at this time. She stretched out her hand to feel the gust of wind blowing from behind and smiled, and looked up at the figure in the sky in the distance.

"Should we say that luck is on our side? This counterfeit can't control the wind."

She smiled with joy, and Roland nodded when she heard the words: "That's just something like an afterimage. This is also the reason why his figure is so vague. Not only the wind, but the control of the sea is far from the gods. To the point."

"It sounds like the odds of winning have increased, haha."

Drake stroked the rudder and looked at the first officer Jason, who was taken aback and smiled intently:

"Sister, do you want to use that trick?"

"Haha, isn't the condition just right?"

"That's right."

Jason laughed, then immediately began to direct the crew to throw the heavy cargo out of the ship.

Roland and Joan were a little puzzled watching the sailors running around. According to common sense, it is best for the ship to fight the wind and waves at half a load, but the crew of the Golden Deer seemed to throw everything away. , But as laymen, Roland and the two naturally wouldn't point fingers, they just watched so as not to disturb the sailors' work.

"Lan, can't you directly defeat it with your strength."

Joan asked in a low voice beside the young man, and Roland shook his head.

"In my current state, I can't leave you too far. Only when I'm close can I find a chance to shoot, and..."

Roland looked at the busy but very excited sailors and smiled:

"This is their challenge, I really don't want to interfere."

The saint followed his gaze and nodded with a smile. In this hasty preparation, the battle between the gods and the sailors of Bolang finally began.

The sailing Golden Deer rides the wind and waves and becomes the only light source on the dark sea. It dashes across the sea like a blade, leaving the raging waves and rapids behind.

In the distance, the huge fuzzy figure is stirring the wind and waves with the iron slurry in his hand, and on the Golden Deer, all the crew members of all positions are already in place. The sailsman, the oarsman, and Drake at the helm, every member is After thousands of choices, and the ship under their feet is a miracle ship cast by man.

The stormy night began. The heavy rain hit the deck with a thumping sound. The lightning burst and gave out a strong light to illuminate the fearless faces of the sailors. The boundless waves began to beat the ship continuously, and the waves hit the bow like a flood. Roaring and rushing, Jeanne and Roland tied ropes around their waists, and they grabbed the boat to meet the violent wind and waves.

The body of Drake in front of the golden rudder is like nailed to the deck, no matter how the ship is bumpy, it will not affect her to operate the rudder. The rum in her hand has been discarded by her at this time. In the rain and wind, her face is A smile that never admits defeat and the dignity and boldness of being a conqueror of nature.

Another big wave hits. With the help of Roland, Jeanne drew up her head, her ears moved slightly. In this environment full of thunder, rain, waves and wind, the girl seemed to hear other sounds. , She distinguished carefully, and then her eyes widened.

"Lan, singing!"

"Ok."

The young man with long black hair nodded in the heavy rain, and the singing in their ears became clearer and clearer.