My Heroic Life

Tristan opened his eyes rare, and looked at him with silent eyes, as if he wanted to remember the face of a warrior.

Odin's face was distorted as everyone looked around. He always felt that the three British knights who came under him were looking at him with foolish eyes, and Altria's killing intent on the other side was getting more and more intense. He saw this face. Ruthlessly, the meaning of shrinking disappeared, and he began to release his power.

Beside Odin, a black hole appeared in the void. From the black hole, the sound of wolf howling and crows were heard. In mythology, Odin’s two fierce wolves Gili and Kulick ran out of them, behind them were Two crows.Fujin and Wu Ni.

The blond man pointed his finger at the ground Lancelot and the other three. The four monsters immediately rushed towards the Knights of the Round Table. These enchantments like his clone may not be able to kill the upper heroes, but they are more than enough to prevent sneak attacks.

Lancelot and Gawain confronted the two demon wolves, Geely and Kulich, and Tristan also began to draw a bow to fight with the two demon crows, Fujin and Wuni.

Eliminating the threat at his feet caused Odin's arrogant nature to recur, he looked at the woman opposite, and almost understood the whole story.

"You really don't know how to live or die, so that's it, is it the rescuer that the rubbish found?" Odin cocked the corner of his mouth mockingly: "It's a waste to only dare to hide behind a woman."

"Your insult to him is an insult to me. Are you sure you continue to anger me?"

The magical power of Altria's body was tumbling, and the brightness of the holy spear in her hand was further enhanced, and her anger burned in her heart, waiting to be released with the power of the holy spear.

The blond young man looked at Altria's full body, with contempt and jealousy towards the man, and mocked: "Heh, you are quite arrogant to him. I didn't expect the majestic Knight King to actually hook up with him. Shameless."

"Unfortunately, you were tricked by him to die without even being a husband and wife. Those saints don't even know that you are a mistress, right?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the knights of the round table who were fighting on the ground with the beasts suddenly stiffened. They pulled away and stopped together, looking at Altria in the sky with ugly faces and trembling bodies.

In the night sky, Altria's eyes widened expressionlessly when he heard Odin's taunting words. The emerald pupils seemed to be curled up with a gloomy black hole. She tilted her head and asked faintly at Odin:

"You said, who is the unqualified junior?"

Under Odin's surprised gaze, Altria's body glowed with light, her eyes began to turn golden, and the vast magic power gathered towards her, like a sun rising in the night sky.

In the light, Altria gritted her teeth, the enemy's unintentional words caused her long-standing grievances to erupt, and then turned into rage, she stretched out her left hand and shouted at Odin:

"Can't you see this ring on my hand? Are you blind?"

"What, what do you mean?"

"The meaning is..." A smile without a smile appeared on the King of Lan's face, and he said every word: "We, we, are, are, the law, the husband and the wife!"

"This sentence is so familiar."

In the wind, Lancelot frowned and said, Gawain with the blond hair flying beside him smiled gracefully: "Oh, indeed."

With sad smiles, the three nodded each other with the last margin, then turned and ran as soon as their complexions changed.

"Gao Wenqing, please withstand the aftermath at the end!"

"It's night, sorry I won't do it!"

"It's really sad! There is no way, let's open the treasure!"

Behind the three escaped, Altria shot and stabbed the bewildered Odin at high altitude. The compressed haze wind mixed with magic power to form a beam of destruction. During the attack, she was still angry. Road:

"Go to hell, you eyeless idiot!"

Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen

The battle in the sky is in full swing, and on the other side of the city, the battle on the street is about to begin.

The face under Mordred's helmet twitched for a while, she glanced at the gray-haired man on the road ahead, and turned her head to look at Morgan with some speechlessness.

"Mother, queen, this person is..."

"Yes, it should be him. He has a strange sense of disobedience, like a beast in human skin, and his strange magical fluctuations can also be felt on the ground veins."

Morgan Le Fei glanced at the magic wolf Fenry, whose expression was beginning to be unnatural because he heard her words because of far beyond ordinary ears. He waved his unconcealed big hand and said to Mordred:

"Okay, let's go!"

"..."

Mordred pulled out Claurent silently, cursing in his heart the remaining three ruthless and unjust bastards of the Knights of the Round Table, but after cursing, she still bite the bullet and walked forward.

No way, the magician in the back row needs the protection of his own knight. Apart from this official statement, from a private point of view, what can you do if your mother lets you go?

What else can I do?

Mordred walked forward with a bitter face, and Fenray on the opposite side saw this obviously unkind canned knight and Morgan standing behind, watching the fire from the other side, knowing that he was completely exposed.

"Cut, forget it, anyway, my mission is nothing more than wreaking havoc and causing chaos. There is no difference between starting a disturbance now and starting a disturbance for a while."

Seeing this, Fenry turned around very bachelor. He looked at the knight in the dragon armor who came by. Unlike Odin on the other side of the battlefield, he had no intention of communicating with himself.

Thick fog began to evaporate on his body. In the spreading mist of magic power, ether gradually gathered to construct his body. In myths and legends, Fenrir’s body is extremely large, and his upper and lower jaws almost touch the sky and the ground. Fenri's huge body transformed with magical power by the blood of the magic wolf also has this characteristic.

The magic fog covered the entire street and began to extend upwards, Mordred looked up at the enemy from looking up, and the whole person began to feel bad.

The enemy in front of her reminded her of the dragon head giant that she had seen in the Forest of Lost, and also reminded her of the white dragon that was once the overlord of Britain, the humble king Votigeng. Mordred thought for a moment. , I always feel that the opponents I have recently played against are a bit overweight.

But while bringing back painful memories, Mordred also learned a lesson, like now.

Seeing that the opponent was about to turn into a huge monster, Mordred didn’t say a word. He started to liberate the treasure when he mentioned his own Clorent. With the magic power released by the skill, the rich red magic power was filled into the sword. All of a sudden, he was surrounded by red lightning.

"Rebellion to my gorgeous father!"

Mordred swung a sword at the center of the fog. The scarlet lightning was liberated, and the roaring lightning rays rushed out. The entire area of ​​the reflection was red, and the mist hit by the red beam of light also spread tragic Howling wolf.

Demon Wolf Fenri never expected that the man in front of him was so insidious that the man-touching iron can was so insidious that he didn't even mention his name when he met him. He just bludgeoned his face. Didn't it all say that British chivalry prevailed?Why doesn't this play according to the routine?

What he didn't know was that if the opponents were Lancelot or Gawain, they might indeed be waiting for him to come out of the fog, but for Mordred, who only looked at victory or defeat, they would kill the opponent first. It is serious, after all, this stems from her good family education.

"Well, good job, just continue to buy time for me."

The mother's compliment arrived at the right time, and Mordred was relieved listening to the rare compliment. She panted and raised her head to observe the enemy, and saw two lights in the magic fog shining on him like searchlights.

"That's...not good!"

Mordred turned around to remind Morgan to avoid, but there was no one behind her. When she was dumbfounded, Fenri in the magic mist had already swooped over.

A giant palm stretched out from the fog, swiping like a volley, Mordred leaned back to avoid it, the hair of the magic wolf rubbed the tip of her nose, she straightened up, and exploded under her feet. The red light swiftly moved towards the house-sized head of the demon wolf.

Seeing this, Fenri's gaze condensed, and a cunning color appeared in the wolf's eyes. He opened his huge mouth, and there was a wave of destruction in the mouth of Fenrir that even the gods had swallowed.

At the time of life and death, Mordred's ancestors keenly felt that something was wrong, and she reflexively wanted to escape, but the difference in body size between the two sides was too large, and she lacked effective means of movement, even if she turned to rush, it would just make it huge. The head of the wolf turned slightly.

"Damn it!"

Mordred was ready to withstand the attack in the sound of cursing. The magic wolf’s mouth overflowed with bright magical fire. Amid the howling of the wolf, crimson flames spewed from the huge mouth and nostrils, like a river of flames rolling on the ground. Mordred.

Fenrey’s pair of wolves looked at the place where the flame was burning very calmly. His excellent dynamic vision prevented him from being missed. With his full breath this time, this factory area in the corner of the city of Paris has become a sea of ​​flames. Thick smoke from the burning plant lit up the entire area nearby.