My Heroic Life

"Oh, it was indeed Roland who asked me to come. I owe them a lot of kindness."

"Very well, as expected to be someone who has the same smell as me. Nice to meet you, madam, let us have a settlement of enmity."

"Haha, although the way of speaking is very strange, you guys are quite refreshing."

Drake shook hands with Edmond and turned to look at Leiden.

"Then, the enemy seems to have grown bigger again, what are you going to do?"

"Tsk, dying to struggle."

The Frost Giant looked down on the battlefield and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Your line of defense has been defeated. Our strategic goal has been achieved. An army of apostles without heroes can't stop my men."

"Who said there are no heroes, I didn't come by myself."

As soon as Drake’s voice fell, a flash of light suddenly flashed across the front line of the battlefield. In this light, the apostles of humanity and the lower heroes suddenly felt that the magic defense was much thicker, and the physical pain gradually eased. The damage caused by the sword increased significantly, and the attack of the mountain giants was blocked by the strengthened warriors.

"this is!"

In Leiden’s panic, the blue-haired boy at the back of the army appeared. Andersen was wrapped in the light of a treasure, holding a book in his hand and looking disgusted as he commanded and said:

"Assholes give me a good job, I have to go back to catch up with the draft."

Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen

In the trial court, Roland looked up at Drake, Edmond, and Gil who were fighting with Leiden and smiled. Although the priests of the sect were powerful, they were too strong to face the upper heroes. not enough,

Under the pressure of the three heroic spirits, this oversized frost giant could no longer stir the battle.

On the low-level battlefield, Andersen’s treasures have already begun to play a role. This wide-area coverage enhanced treasure finally showed its power during the legion battle, and the court army that was on the verge of defeat was pulled back by him. .

Looking down from the sky, the front line gaps in the trial court began to be recaptured one by one, and the defense line began to stabilize.

"How can it be, how can it be, this group of rubbish who can only speak big words!"

The offensive of the Frontier Sect Alliance retreated, and Pierre's body was withered. He looked around for Yeville, but found that the cunning woman had already left. He was trembling in place, not knowing what to do, and found around. The powerful and powerful have already begun to beg for mercy.

"Roland is crowned! I, my father once fought under your leadership! I went astray!"

"Mian, Mian, no, sire! I am willing to support you, please let me make a living, my family and I are absolutely useful to you!"

Roland was unmoved by crying and promised. He hadn't forgotten the scene before he came here. The saint in the flames of destruction used the last time to pray for his peace. The wish at the time of life and death is not a bit false. , And deepened the man's self-blame and monstrous killing intent.

His eyes swept to the side, first settling on the two guards who had punched and kicked Joan.

"You, what are you going to do...ah!"

The two guards who had long been restrained by magic and unable to escape looked at him in panic. They screamed before they could finish their words, and their hands and feet began to hear the sound of fragmentation.

"I can't even yell at her. You two dare to beat her with dirty hands and feet? Two running dogs!"

Amid the screams of the two men, the entire trial court was silent, and the dignitaries trembled and watched the torture of the devil in the center of the court.

The hands and feet of the two guards in the venue have been completely compressed into something like a string. They did not pass out under the effect of magic, but their spirits had almost collapsed.

Roland had already completely turned into golden pupils without mercy, and had assigned the power of courage to the Templars. Now, he has to use arrogance to temporarily suppress the side effects of courage. Although not many, the killing intent and cruelty are. It really really affected his mind.

"Okay, now your dirty hands and feet can be regarded as repaying your sins." Roland looked at the two people wriggling in the pool of blood, and smiled friendly: "You can live now."

The dignitaries on the high platform listened to this absurd declaration of immunity, and then looked at the two guards who were screaming at the same time, who were about to die soon, and began to react differently.

"This lunatic!"

"I, I am wrong, I am wrong!"

Those who screamed and fled, those who were too scared to walk and confessed to themselves, even drew out their weapons to give up their lives. The maggots of this country began to make their last struggle, but all this was in Roland’s eyes. All are fragile and weak.

"Well, I have wasted enough time with you. It's time to tell the world." Roland swept a circle of sinners and said, "Rebel, a dead end."

"You can't do this!"

"stop!"

In the exclamation, the man stretched out his hand and squeezed his palms to the people who began to flee. The invisible magic wave was released at this moment. Everyone in the trial court except Frank and Pierre shook their bodies and vomited blood at the same time. , His face fell to the ground with pain and distortion.

"Alas!"

Pierre escaped from a corpse that fell towards him, tearfully trying to beg for forgiveness. He looked at Jeanne, who had been standing by and silent, and felt that he saw a glimmer of life.

"My Lord Saint, save me, and hand me over to the Holy See for trial. You, you will definitely enforce the law impartially, right?"

Pierre cried bitterly and pleaded, as if he had forgotten his ugly face that he had read the unwarranted accusation not long ago, and conspired to plot the life of Joan.

His policy is correct, but it is a pity that Joan is no longer the same Joan. He has seen desperate injustice and experienced unparalleled anger. Today, Joan has treated a limited number of people. Without that overflowing compassion.

"Go to hell, Fat Pig."

Jeanne's golden eyes were filled with indifference and hatred. Roland, who heard the words, raised his hand to him and said, "Then, I will give you a full body compression."

He smiled, and just about to crush Pierre to his bones, Joan stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

"Jan of Arc?"

"Enough, I'll do it."

"you?"

Roland's eyes widened, and he glanced at the hugely changed Joan in disbelief. At the same time, the girl raised her hand, and Pierre's body immediately ignited a blazing flame.

"The crime of treason, burned, and executed immediately."

She pronounced the verdict in her mouth, watching indifferently at the fat man burning to ashes in the screams. Facing such a Joan, Roland's expression was a bit complicated for a while. He liked Joan and her gentleness and kindness, although there were some places before. It looks a bit Madonna too far, but it's still flawed.

But is the current Joan of Arc, the same Joan he knew before?Although she would never give up on Roland even if she changed, Roland thought about this and suddenly noticed that the two guards who were struggling in pain were also turned into ashes by flames.

The man widened his eyes slightly and turned to look at the girl beside him.

"You shouldn't, you don't like me torturing them."

"..."

Joan froze and turned her eyes away, as if she was said to be the main thing. She turned her head and said with red ears:

"That's not it, I just, they are annoying to shout, so..."

"That's it."