My Heroic Life

Roland looked down at the enemy who had come to the end of his life, and the killing intent in his heart was slightly calmed. He calmly answered Isaac's question, and at the same time asked, "Do you have anything else you want to say?"

"Oh? Are you still willing to take the time to listen to my dying man?"

"Although you are also a fanatic, you are also a decent warrior. I may deny your ideas, but I will not laugh at you. Listening to your last few words, I will treat it as a reward for you."

The red-haired man looked at Roland, and suddenly felt that this was probably the biggest compliment from this human king. Isaac was moved in his heart. This is a battle of real fighters. The two sides face each other with the most powerful force. , Then losing is also convincing, but murmuring because of victory or defeat is an insult to this duel.

He thought about it for a moment, remembering the causes and consequences of this battle.

"Be careful of Walklord, what he has been planning, this war is probably what he expected."

Isaac sighed and made a final request with a hazy consciousness.

"If you see the guy who surrendered over there, it may be a woman, then please don't kill her, just listen to her."

"...Whether to kill or not, I have to judge based on her crime, but it doesn't hurt to listen to a few sentences in conversation."

"Well, that would be fine."

As long as you can talk, that woman probably won't be killed by you.

Isaac thought so, and recalled in his mind the little girl who was bullied in the hands of Frostflame because of low combat effectiveness, and was finally sheltered by him accidentally, with a gentle smile on her face.

"Then, goodbye."

"Well, goodbye, soldier."

The red-haired man closed his eyes with a smile, and at the moment of his death, the blood of God in his body broke away from the shackles and burned his body to death.

"Hey, don't you have any respect for the original owner? It's really disgusting."

Roland frowned as he watched the red-haired man who turned into fly ash and disappeared. He squinted at the flame that was still burning and gathering, and stretched out his hand to pull it to his eyes.

"this is?"

Under his gaze, the flames slowly shrank into a hot magma-like liquid. Roland moved in his heart, remembering the blood of the blue seagod confiscated by the court before. He stretched out his hand and applied the newly obtained blood of the god After re-sealing, he was in his arms.

"It should be fine now."

He said so, looking down at the war-torn city, and since the monster rushed to the court of justice, the ruins were endless, but it is worth mentioning that several priests who had attracted his attention had disappeared. Whether it was the giant snake fighting against Joan or the magic wolf fighting against Morgan Lefy, they had all escaped at this time.

"has it ended."

He sighed with such a low murmur, looked up to the sky, then his complexion changed, and the golden pupils watched the crystal crown suddenly shrink.

Power cannot be recovered.

Chapter 129 The Witch's Maternal Love Thoughts

ended.

This is the common feeling of all combatants in Paris at this time.

At the moment when the light disappeared and the fire giant was annihilated, the soldiers on the court side embraced and cheered. The priests on the consortium side were in different states. Some were incredibly kneeling and lost their will to fight, and some turned anxiously. Those who run away will have the last fight in madness.

But anyone can see that at this time the European joint victory is set, the morale of the soldiers who have lost the strongest and the commander has collapsed, the monsters are shocked by the strike in the sky, and they are chaotic Channeling, there is no desire to destroy mankind.

Whether it’s Yedel, who is competing with Joan of Arc, the headache caused by Morgan Lefin’s incredible and endless power, the bruised Fenray, or the badly injured Odin, all feel the moment the light bursts. When the breath of death came, the judgment of the gods aroused the instinctive fear of the blood of the gods in them.

Therefore, after Isaac's defeat, the remaining three people ignored the strong enemy in front of them, and carried out various methods against the risks left by their backs. The magic wolf and the giant snake left behind the flame and poisonous fog to protect themselves, and they turned back to humans and escaped. Ding Ze rode his eight-legged Tianma Slipnis and rushed out of the battle circle, where to go back and forth.

The rear of the Tribunal Headquarters is rushing to treat the wounded. In the atmosphere of victory, Ziegfei, Beowulf and others continue to regain lost ground, hack and slash uncontrolled monsters, and accept the surrender of some enemies by the way. The Knights of the Round Table are relieved. In a tone, each put away their weapons. The cleaning work at the end is no longer their task, but after this high-profile help, Britain has more weight on the negotiating table.

"Tsk, that insidious woman actually let her run away, damn it!"

Amidst the crooked buildings and ruins, the turbid poisonous mist gradually dissipated, and Joan walked out of the corrosive fog, gritted his teeth and cursed the escaped Yedel, determined in his heart that she would kill her as a snake next time she saw her Leather bag.

"Jan of Arc, are you here?"

"I'm here, why are you here?"

"The battle on my side is over, are you injured somewhere?"

I found that Marda, who had already decided the overall situation in the trial court, was looking for the poisonous mist, and she received Jeanne, who was about to go back. The fallen witch was not as affectionate as usual. She looked troublesome, but met Malda, who looked at her up and down, did not complain.

"I'm weak and running around, what are you thinking? It's stupid."

She blushed and murmured so quietly, but Malda didn't care. The saint after the inspection stopped and looked up at the sky. There were no young people there. Malda asked strangely:

"Did you see where Lan he went? He hasn't been there since the beginning."

"Huh? I don't know. The poisonous mist sprayed by the dead snake fighting me blocked my sight."

Joan said this annoyedly, and a question arose in his heart. According to Roland’s character, he won’t go outside after defeating the enemy. Now that he has accepted the mess in the courtroom, he has a heavy responsibility and will definitely come back first to stabilize the endgame. Also buy people's hearts.

What happened again?

The Dragon Witch thought so, and opened the terminal she carried.

"Da Vinci, help me find that person's location."

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Morgan Lefei closed her eyes and whispered a spell, a small rain of magic power fell from the air, and she waved her hand above her head, and a transparent barrier appeared to shield her from wind and rain, leaving only Modley De was alone in the rain.

"..."

Mordred didn't speak, and looked around. The magic flame that the magic wolf spewed before leaving was suppressed by the rain that also contained magical power, and it would go out soon, and she put away some burnt marks on the surface. Claurent breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally survived.

God knows how she survived between the giant wolf who breathed the magic flame and the witch who mobilized the river to release ice and frost. Mordred not only had to escape the aftermath of their battle, but also tried every means to provide support.

For example, she didn't do anything less than a haircut to a dog's ass. Thanks to this, Morgan Lefei didn't scold her very much, but said a rare word of praise.

"Good job."

"Ok."

A faint word made the blush inside Mordred's armor, she raised her hand and scratched her head through the helmet, not knowing what to say.

Morgan Leffey rarely praises her children, at least for the children so far. She is mostly indifferent to the Knights of the Round Table who inherited her blood. The most time with them is probably the time to brainwash and train them to assassinate Arthur. .

She may indeed not be a qualified mother, but even so, she is still unconvinced. After all, she has taken care of the group of white-eyed wolves to eat and drink, and let them be educated and trained. No matter how they let them go, they just don’t care. Arthur?

Especially Mordred, the child who inherited the blood of him and Arthur, actually helped Arthur when his parents got married!When I was in Britain, I stabbed my mother’s face with the sword of Daddy’s back. Morgan’s teeth hurt, but fortunately, she recently expressed the idea of ​​neutrality between the two. She also performed well in this battle, so Morgan A rare compliment.

Under the water of love, the witch also awakened some maternal love a little bit. Of course, Gawain and the others who had been jumping for a long time could not enjoy it. Mordred was caught up with the last train and was rippling in wonderful feelings.