My Heroic Life

Roland bent over and covered his belly, and the girl shouted in his ear. His first reaction was not to think about why he was beaten, but to feel that Joan was really strong.

Although it was due to the transformation of the blood of the gods, it must be said that Joan became stronger at the cost of a part of the soul changed, but since there is no problem with memory, it is not unacceptable.

Roland straightened up and looked at the blushing girl with a smile. It should be okay to hit him with energy?Thinking about this, the man turned his head and looked at the high platform.

"Which bastard was laughing just now? Stand up for me."

The young man swept around with a grin, only to find that the group of old undeads who had lived for another fifty years when he fell asleep were a lot smarter, at least they could shook their heads and lied without changing their faces.

"This must be a misunderstanding."

William was aggrieved like an eighty-year-old child. He spread his hand and shrugged innocently. Bruce suddenly rickets again. He coughed a few times: "Sir, you may have heard my coughing up blood. "

"Tsk, forget it."

Originally, it was just to ease the atmosphere. Roland naturally didn't have any further thoughts. He looked at Jeanne, who had calmed down quite a bit, and asked, "Now calm down."

Jeanne glanced at him with a little shame on her face. She lowered her head to adjust her breathing, then raised her head, looking at the man beside her with a serious face.

"Lan, have you really thought about it? It has something to do with me now, you should understand what it means."

The young man stared at Jeanne’s yellow pupils and his complexion gradually became more serious. He understood that this time Joan was asking him to come up with a statement that she could accept. The kiss probably couldn’t be fooled, even if he fooled around, she might later I will leave without saying goodbye.

The problem is serious and must be answered carefully.

The girl stared at the man nervously. Now that she has been mysteriously attacked, Joan of Arc is destined to be rejected by some people, especially the contrast between her previous perfect image as a saint and some people may not accept it at all. She, and this rejection will naturally affect those around her, and Roland bears the brunt as the focal figure.

In Joan's worried gaze, Roland was silent for a moment and suddenly laughed. He turned to look at the knights, and sighed:

"I should say this to you, Joan...Do you know how many people I killed this night?"

The man's face became grim, he stared at the girl's eyes, and spoke lightly.

"The person standing in front of you is no longer the former presiding judge who is harmless after retirement. When the sun rises tomorrow, I may become a murderous maniac who fears everybody in this land. "

He smiled mockingly, and tilted his mouth and said: "Our actions are still illegal even if the evidence is sufficient, not to mention that a lot of evidence has actually been destroyed. Such large-scale cleanup operations will inevitably result in innocent victims. ."

"This, this kind of thing is inevitable!"

Joan reflexively retorted, but the man shook his head.

"No one cares about the process tonight. They only look at the results. Guess what name they will name me after dawn? Reluctant to kill all high-level, lawless butchers? Or a dictator?"

Roland didn't beautify his behavior too much. He looked at the knights who listened to him silently. The old people looked solemn, but had no regrets.

"The next thing we have to face is the siege of the majority of European forces. The redistribution of power and interests will provoke endless struggles. Of course, we are not weak and have no plans to retreat, at least everyone present It is to take up arms again for the justice and ideals in my heart."

"So, in this case..." Roland turned his head and stared at Jeanne's eyes and said, "Do you still think you will be my burden? It's better to say, you are still willing to talk to a future Is the dictator involved?"

Jeanne, who heard Roland's question, did not answer immediately. She carefully observed the black-haired young man and found that his breath was a little messy at this moment.

What? It turns out that it's not just me who is worried. It's so stupid. Isn't the answer already there?

The degenerate saint smiled like a self-defeating smile. She stretched out her hand to Roland and said, "Heh, since I am no longer a saint to save the world, can I only be a dictator's witch? My stupid question."

The young man stretched out his hand to shook her. He looked at the girl's actively interlocking fingers, and after thinking about it, he suddenly said, "Although you were cute when you were blunt before, it's not bad that you have a wrong mouth now."

"!"

Joan's eyes widened in disbelief at Roland's words, and his face started to flush again, but this time the young man ignored her and raised his head.

"At first I thought we were prepared enough, but I didn't expect that there was still something missing. After weighing it for so long, they finally decided to do it."

Roland's eyes passed through the clouds and the folded space, staring directly at the giant ship in the sky. Nagilfa had been floating for a long time and finally started to start again, but it was a pity that its intention was not to retreat, but to advance.

"Sure enough, it's not that easy to end." Roland turned to the knights who were not here and said: "The war zone is on standby to maintain stability, waiting for further orders. The non-war zone countries will gather personnel while maintaining stability and prepare for the first time. support."

Roland quickly issued the order, and the appointment documents that had been prepared for a long time were sent out. The Templars got a formal appointment and felt relieved. At least for a short period of time, they are confident of maintaining stability in various regions.

It is worth mentioning that because the Confederate Union has launched a war, the war-time bill can come into effect again. This can be regarded as the bill Roland used to facilitate the implementation of his own orders, and he has solved a lot of troubles that need to talk.

what?No money?Didn't you just hacked to death in a place?Confiscated illegal income, not in compliance?Don’t you know the war bill?I don't care where you scrape the land, as long as the procedures can be repaired afterwards, it will be yours.

"Tonight is an important night for the European Union and for us."

Roland said solemnly to everyone: "Victory, Paris survived, and the headquarters of the Tribunal can quickly organize the first wave of counterattack. Our behavior is to save the country and the people, defeat, and a city falls. The command system is chaotic within a short period of time. It may not be able to support it, and we will face endless accusations and criticisms."

"The national crisis, personal honor and disgrace, are all tonight."

"But at this point, you won't have your feet softened." He smiled and said with pride: "Go, knights."

"I am with you."

Chapter 118 Repeated Trials on the Edge of Death

Roland is arranging various countermeasures in the trial court, but large-scale asylum has already begun in Paris.

The sharp sirens that spread throughout the city awakened all the sleeping people. They hurriedly changed their clothes in the harsh sound, while the men and women who enjoyed the nightlife walked out of the outdoors and were fortunate to see the almost miraculous showdown in the sky.

At this moment, Altria holds Lungominiad, and Lanfeng drags her body into the air. The sacred gun woven like a rattan illuminates the night sky. Opposite her, she wears her head. The blond man with a golden helmet was holding a spear and was puzzled.

If it was normal, someone dared to block his way, he would have liberated the long gun in his hand long ago, and one shot would skewer people into a skewer, but now, he looks at the woman who doesn’t know the so-called opposite. Uncomfortable feeling.

It was a subtle and mysterious intuition. Odin always felt that there was something in Altria's body that could arouse his dread. It was like a special restraint effect on the mystery, which made him afraid to act rashly for a while. , He thought about it, and decided to say a few more words.

After all, he didn't do anything. He wanted to come in Odin. I'll kill Saint Laurent. What's up with you?Help you eliminate a big threat, maybe you still have to thank me.

"Woman, I told you, my enemy tonight is not you, I came here to kill the clown who was shrunk in Paris and dared not go to the battlefield."

Odin smiled arrogantly and said to the frowning Altoria: "Saint Laurent, you have heard of this name, I came to kill this coward, not to be with you. Fight, I advise you to leave early, today is the end of this city."

After Odin finished speaking, he burst into laughter. The heir of the blood of the god king felt that he had a rare opportunity to open the Chrysanthemum, and every word was to the point. The result was perfect, but in fact, the result was indeed perfect. In terms of provocation.

"Are you finished?"

Odin's smile stopped. He looked at Altria on the opposite side with a black face, as if he was going to kill you today. He understood that something was wrong, and under them, Gawain and Lancelot looked dull. Tristan played a sad little tune.

"What a brave man."

Lancelot made an evaluation of the man above the sky with a bitter face. It was obvious that Altria continued to increase his murderous aura as he opened his mouth, but this man said nothing but the knights of the round table did not dare to complete. Great cause.

Gao Wen nodded when he heard the words, but it was strange.

"It does have the courage of the sun, but the wisdom is a bit regrettable. Isn't Odin the king of wisdom?"

"It should be due to incomplete power inheritance. His two eyes are intact. He probably hasn't been strengthened in terms of wisdom, otherwise..."

Otherwise, how could you say that you want to kill your husband in front of a woman?