My Heroic Life

"what did you say!"

"We used you as a bait to lure him into the trap. He simply took the bait. He can't save you anymore. Understand, the only thing you want to survive is, ah!"

Yevel let out a scream, her hand was bitten by Jean's teeth, and a piece of flesh was torn off abruptly. She threw the girl to the ground with force, but Jeanne struggled madly and wanted to rush towards her.

"Kill you! I want to kill you! You dare to use me to kill him! I definitely want to kill you!"

Yevel looked at the woman with crazy hatred in her eyes and took a step back, realizing that she had made a decisive mistake. Compared with her own life, the woman at her feet actually valued that man more.

"Tsk, it failed, there is no way."

The woman in white looked at the crazy Joan again, and understood that even if she agreed, she would probably survive to avenge them. Such people who hate them can no longer be used. They can only kill and try to recover the gods. The blood is gone.

She waved the hand where the wound was healing, turned and said to the two guards: "It's really stupid, put her to death."

"Yes!"

The two guards stepped forward again after hearing the words, and they tried their best to fix the frantically struggling Joan to the cross above the magic furnace, and then hurriedly retreated.

Joan looked around at the dignitaries who were waiting for her death on the jury. The faces of her lover were in danger because of herself. The self-blame and pain that might have died burned her heart. She looked desperately at the gloomy sky and the huge ship in the distance. , The convergence point under the feet has begun to produce magical fluctuations, and the hot wind whizzes from bottom to top, rolling up the clothes.

Tears ran across her cheeks, and Joan closed her eyes and used the last time to pray to the Lord.

"Lord, if I am guilty, then I am willing to sacrifice my life, if I have fallen, then I am willing to burn this body in hell, but only one thing, please listen to my last request and let that person be safe Matter."

In the wailing plea, the magic furnace burst into action, tears evaporated in the heat wave, prayers were also buried in the loud noise, the girl's face was reddened in the flame, and it was about to be destroyed in an instant.

Then, the southwestern sky flashed across the meteor of Saint White. It was the figure of the man in the shattered prayer. He fell to the ground toward the center of the flame, blasting the furnace of hell, holding hands from the shattered ground and ruins. The angel walked out.

"Praying with one's own death is not worthy of praise." The man held the dumbfounded Joan with a smile and said, "The Lord wants to kill you, and you have to pass me."

Chapter One Hundred and Ten

In the explosion and roar caused by the huge impact on the focus of the magic furnace, the rapes on the jury bench began to scream and shout, and a figure came out of the billowing smoke, watching the ugly state of this group of pigs and dogs.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"What about the group of people from the Clan Union? Didn't they say it is absolutely safe here?"

The noble politicians were clamoring, but Yevel, who was not far away from the execution platform, stared at the man who seemed to walk out of the flames of hell.

How is it possible that he is not dead?The plan of the idiots in the Temple of Asaph went wrong?Yevel, the dream country that absorbed the souls of the entrants and surrendered his power, had seen him before. According to the speculation of the female wise of the Hand of Frostflame, he should definitely die this time.

The woman in white gritted her teeth, and now that these things have no effect, she observed the nearby people and the environment, and began to recede slowly, but unlike her who has the instinct of beasts, Frank, who has been in control of the world for a long time Bishop Pierre stood up and scolded the one who rose up.

"Your Excellency Roland, this is the sacred trial ground. You suddenly came here to interrupt our execution of the witch. Please explain your behavior!"

Bishop Pierre yelled to the man who was holding the girl softly and comforting him in the flames and smoke. He still maintained a fair and stern appearance. After all, there was still some time before zero at this time, and Frank was watching gloomily.

Yevel glanced in surprise at the two fearless people, a little unable to understand their provocative behavior at this time. After a while, she suddenly widened her eyes as if she understood it. As the saying goes, the one who knows you best Is your enemy.

These pigs, who have lived in peace and corruption all their lives, have probably been used to using power to suppress people in the system, and gradually faded away the fear of power in their hearts, but now that he has touched that man’s forbearance, how could he talk to these people again? reason?

The actual killing intent made the woman understand that the dignitaries at the scene were probably already dead, but this could be used, Yevel thought so in his heart, and did not stop their behavior.

Roland's hand gently stroked the face of the girl in his arms, and said to Joan, who couldn't help crying, "Sorry, wait for me for a while."

He raised his head and looked at the two people who appeared to be taller with lights shining behind him.

"Explain, what do I need to explain to the two betrayal dog traitors? You dirty pigs are also worthy of me to explain?"

Roland looked around at the ugly dignitaries, while Bishop Pierre glanced at the recording equipment in the scene and started yelling, sounding like a duck caught in the neck.

"You lawbreaker who broke into the execution ground, don't bite! Even if you have a noble status, even if you have been the leader of our two institutions, we will never put aside your selfish behavior. regardless of!"

The fat bishop with wrinkles on his face said so righteously. It was universally agreed by the dignitaries in the field and the leaders of various countries waiting for time. They who want to perform the last play are like fighters who are not afraid of power. Criticize evil.

Roland looked at the people who could now almost represent the upper echelons of the European Union, and raised his mouth mockingly.

"Bishop Pierre, are you trying for justice and fairness in your heart?"

"of course."

"So what are these?"

Roland waved his hand, and immediately released a large number of holographic projections on the terminal on his wrist, with scrolling files on it.

"You have a good relationship with the clergy priests. There are so many private agreements, long-term provision of special drugs to help you slow down aging, and a lot of money to help you get promoted and pay."

The young man sneered and glanced at Pierre, who was pale, and said faintly: "Don't play any tricks in front of me. You people have so much black material that my terminal can't fit it."

"This, quickly pinch off this paragraph, can't let it go!"

Pierre waved to his subordinates and gave orders. Frank, who was beside him, gave him a disgusting look, looking down at Roland with his expression unchanged:

"Your Excellency Roland, I don't want to hide anything from you until now. You are also a smart person who has led an era. I think you have the ability to make wise choices."

Roland looked at Frank on the high platform, feeling a little strange. In the various evidences he collected, there was no content about Frank's corruption. Even the Clan Union did not intend to instigate officials of his level at the beginning. He found it by himself.

"Frank, you are very strange." Roland looked up at the calm blond man and asked: "I didn't collect your black materials. You don't seem to get any special benefits. Why on earth are you betraying your beliefs?"

"It's very simple, in order to survive."

Frank said with a cold expression, and the man who was once known as a "wise general" said with no joy or sadness:

"As the leader of this group, you naturally know the amount of intelligence we have access to? Collect and integrate intelligence, then filter out useful content, integrate them, and then come up with a solution that can solve the problem and defeat the enemy. This is my job as the chief judge in this era."

"But the more intelligence I collect and the more I integrate it, the more I discover our weakness, the ills and corruption of this country, and the power gap between us and the enemy."

Frank looked at the sky tiredly and closed his eyes, then opened his eyes and lowered his head to look at Roland decisively: "We have no chance of winning."

"No matter what the deduction, no matter what plan you come up with, it is difficult to see the future of victory. The enemy's strength cannot be suppressed, and my own corruption cannot be stopped. In this case, I decided to give up."

"A person who knows the current affairs is a brilliant man. I believe that as a senior, you understand this. I know you are very strong, but what can be done? A country cannot be driven by one person."

"You are late, and nothing can be changed."

Frank opened his arms. In his left and right directions, there were figures standing full of buildings, which represented the majority of the power and strength of this country. Fighting with them is almost equivalent to fighting this country.

Roland looked at this younger generation who became famous because of his excellent strategic concept, but because of this, he could not speak for a while, and he had been in the dark without seeing the light for a long time, and even he himself had been in the dark forever.

Did Guangming turn his back on him, or did he turn his back on Guangming?

Roland shook his head. It didn't matter anymore. Under Frank's design, the trial court didn't know how many loyal souls died. He deserved sympathy, but he could not be forgiven.

"Maybe I am really late."

He looked at the demons and ghosts who were looking down at him, and he knew their thoughts very clearly. Enmity with them is something that no one has done so far. It is hostile to almost everyone and almost all the resources of society. It represents absolute rejection, and no one seems to have the possibility of victory.