My Heroic Life

"Sister Wang, really, is it really okay?"

"In theory, it should be no problem."

"It should be, if something happens to him, don't you want to leave Europe alive!"

Joan suppressed his anger and let out cruel words, then stroking the man's face and crying, Morgan's brain became a little hot under a series of questions.

It is true to do so according to the knowledge she has learned, but the problem is that Lan's body has never died. No one can guarantee that it will be fine, but what if there is a case?What if you kill your lover because of your wrong diagnosis?

Thinking of this possibility, Morgan's tremor became more violent and became visible to the naked eye, breathing became more rapid, and her eyes were a little dizzy. She was struggling in pain, but she heard Malda's voice.

"That thing, that thing has fallen away!"

The other three women were taken aback when they heard the words. They all raised their heads and looked at the sky. Then they found that the crown had disappeared and there was no light in the night sky.

"Draw a gun! Heal! Quick!"

Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen

At the moment when she heard the gun being drawn, Altria was like a prisoner who heard the release of the message. In just a second, she converged her breath and strength with her breathing, and the hand holding the gun was as steady as a mountain but extremely fast. Return the same way.

"Ahem, it hurts!"

"Lan, bear with me, a miracle!"

The holy spear was drawn out, and the blood spewed for the second time. Marda, who had medical skills, and Morgan, who had been a military doctor, swarmed up. Various healing spells desperately hit the man, and even Jeanne was squeezed aside by the two.

Their central idea is very clear, overdose treatment does not matter, as long as the milk does not die, it will die.

Joan of Arc from the periphery looked at the two people who had used magical power to put Rolando in a coma in mid-air. Her tongue was stunned with regret. If her treasures could help, but now... Roland might have turned into Orleans skewers when he went down.

As for Altria, who has always relied on the strong physique of dragon blood, she does not know how to heal, and she can only hold her hands like the families of the victims and watch the rescue of the two of Marda after busying.

With the busyness of the doctors and the nervous watching of the two family members as time passed, a golden layer gradually appeared on the horizon, and dawn finally arrived after a long night.

"Emergency treatment is almost the same, the equipment is not enough, and the rest must be done."

Morgan Lefei wiped the sweat from his head with the back of his hand, and Malda nodded in agreement, also a little unstable.

As the heroic spirits, naturally they will not be tired from the emergency treatment they have done many times. They sweat just because of nervousness. In fact, their hands are shaking when dealing with the man’s broken wounds, but they can only grit their teeth to complete all the work. .

"I'm here for the transportation work, my speed is the fastest, and it is relatively stable to control the wind to support his body."

"Go to the emergency room at the Tribunal Headquarters, but there may be some surviving monsters on the way..."

"rest assured."

Altria finally found a place where she could help. She waved and floated slowly in the air with the unconscious man, and said with a solemn expression: "I won't let anything touch him."

After the King of Lan made his promise, he immediately set off. The remaining three women looked at their figures disappearing into the distance and then looked back. In the woods a little further away, a dozen men who were crawling forward were also relieved. , Ready to wait for the woman who was fighting with that monster to escape and flee here.

Unfortunately, they couldn't wait for that moment.

"Then, only finishing touches are left."

Morgan Le did not say so, his eyes cast into the forest without emotion, no matter how secretive the apostle was, it would be difficult for the apostle to escape the eyes of the heroes, not to mention Morgan, the son of the earth veins.

The unabashed murderous intent was released, and at the same time the people who were hiding were alarmed. A dozen apostles stood up at the same time and fled in all directions.

"That is, the survivor..."

Malda looked at the fleeing crowd for a moment not knowing how to react, but Joan of Arc was surprised, and then her complexion changed drastically.

"No, this thing must not be kept alive!"

If it was Joan of Arc in the state of a saint in the past, they might still let them live. But now, the Dragon Witch just wants to kill them all, not only because these are the enemy forces, and it is the cause of Roland’s loss of control, but also because these people once leaked The trouble that the news may cause after being used by someone who is interested.

The corpse mountain and the sea of ​​blood are right in front of him. Even on the battlefield, this kind of massacre is by no means worthy of publicity. Especially for Roland, who now holds a lot of power in his hands, it is likely to become a handle for being attacked.

Joan was about to take a step forward, but he heard Morgan say indifferently: "Don't worry, it won't."

Before the words came to an end, the roots of hundreds of trees appeared in the forest at the same time. A dozen of the apostles were stabbed to death by random guns. After the wailing, the whole forest suddenly fell silent.

"...Is there anything else hidden?"

"No, even heroic spirits with breath blocking skills can't escape my eyes here, don't worry."

"..."

The two witches confirmed the remaining survivors, and Marda behind closed her eyes and prayed. The kind-hearted woman couldn't bear this kind of brutality, but because of the love in her heart, she couldn't say anything to blame. She could only be alone. Confess your sins to the Lord.

"These corpses must also be disposed of."

Joan said so and stepped forward, an unknown flag struck the ground, a raging flame appeared out of nowhere and covered the corpses everywhere, black smoke rose, and the smell of burnt flesh overflowed. Joan frowned and released magic power again. , The flame intensified into a prairie fire.

The temperature of the magic flame is much higher than that of the wildfire, and it has been incinerated more cleanly. In less than half an hour, thousands of corpses have been burned to fly ash. Only the potholes caused by the battle, the scorched ground, and the flames Cursed wasteland without a blade of grass.

Looking at the environment that was obviously different from the surrounding area, Morgan Lefei decided to make some more transformations. She stretched out her palm to gather magic power to perform the spell-releasing technique, and then controlled the elves in the land to bury the ashes deep underground. , And finally controlled the roots of the trees to move forward here, and the seeds of weeds quickly grew out of the scorched ground under the urge of magic.

"Well, it's better to look at it this way."

After the two witches joined forces to destroy the corpses, this place has become a grassland, and soon it will become a part of the forest under the continuous work of the elves. It will be difficult to find any traces.

Although the follow-up work went smoothly, the three of them did not have any relaxed expressions. After making the final confirmation, they quickly left and headed to the trial court headquarters.

On the other side, Altria, who took Roland one step back, went all the way unimpeded, and when he arrived at the trial court, the green light was turned on. The heroes present were startled when they saw Roland's pale and unconscious face, and rushed into the emergency room. After the room, Da Vinci personally performed surgical treatment. The entire medical area had three steps, one post, five steps, and one sentry. The patrol personnel were all elites from the Dragon Slayer and Berserker Legions, and one of the infiltrated headquarters personnel was also devastated. No.

However, I believe that even if there are remnants of internal traitors, they will never come to the trouble, because outside the operating room, on the bench where the family is waiting, British Knight King Arthur Pendragon is sitting in the town with the holy gun, and all the Knights of the Round Table from her family Arriving at the scene surrounded the four walls, their faces sinking like water and swords out of their sheaths, looking at their postures if they didn't agree with each other, they would make a fool of themselves.

More than half an hour later, Morgan and others arrived. Two more people entered the operating room. There was a dragon witch at the door. Beowulf and Siegfried looked at each other and thought they could withdraw. This battle might be The chairperson of the Gospel Council came here, and couldn't enter this door for a while.

Under these layers of protection, an hour later, the indicator light in the emergency room went out, and the treatment was finally over.

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Chapter 137 The Self-cultivation of Pretending to Sleep

Roland had a very long dream in his deep sleep. It was a dream about a young British man and the girls he liked and had a deep bond with him.

In his dream, he was a magician who was cold like a machine at first, but gradually recovered his humanity and broke the curse in the process of getting along with the girl. Later, he came to another girl and became a person who accompanied her to learn and grow. knight.

In these two precious memories, they gave each other sincerely and gave birth to feelings that are almost indestructible. However, as the youth's plan succeeded in death, everything fell into silence, leaving only the two girls in liberation and victory. Don't want to live in pain.

"here is......"

Roland opened his eyes. He was lying on his back on a hospital bed on one side of the room in a white clean room. The buzzing and dripping sound of various body monitoring equipment came from his ears. , All parts of the body have obvious sensory foreign body sensation.