My Heroic Life

But it was such a person who suddenly left her. On this beautiful Christmas, on the day when thousands of families were reunited, he and tens of thousands of other soldiers disappeared into the bottomless abyss forever.

Joan lowered her head and wiped her eyes, choked to speak for a while, Leonardo sighed in the terminal. According to Roland's order, Joan and Marda would not be accepted until the morning mass. Tell these, as for the disclosure of this incident, it will be later.

However, what Joan did not know was that Da Vinci ignored an important piece of information. Last time Malda and others told Da Vinci the truth about Roland's destruction of the enemy, they did not tell her that it was in Roland. Doing it out of control, in the eyes of the girls, this is Roland's few weaknesses, the less people know the better.

As for Roland’s fighting for several hours, there are too many reasons for Da Vinci and others to try to destroy the enemy, test the ability of this weird giant tree, gather intelligence to formulate a counterattack plan, or even simply vent anger, whether it is For what reason, no one will stop him.

Until another video window popped up, the frontline commander Drake appeared on the screen.

"Jan of Arc, I finally got in touch with you, do you know everything?"

"...Well, I know it by and large."

Joan said sadly, Drake was also sad when she saw this, but she contacted Joan this time not to confide her grief, but to get the task from Roland.

"Jan of Arc, you look at that first, that is, Roland is a little strange."

"what?"

After Drake finished speaking, the camera turned, and the terminal's camera was held high by her and stretched back and forth, taking pictures of the distant scene.

It was a huge tree in the distance that seemed to rise into the clouds, and a light spot that flew quickly and pulled out a series of explosions, exactly what Roland was fighting.

"At midnight, Roland and I used to be stationed together on the front line. At that time, he told me that if he was still fighting after dawn, he would send a signal to call him back. If he did not come back, he would unlock the permission block and contact you and Marda directly. I’ve played it three times in a row just now, but he didn’t respond, so I can only come to you."

Joan's brain trembled when she heard Drake's words, she suddenly got up and asked eagerly:

"Drake, in the sky, is there a shiny thing in the sky?"

"Well, there is indeed. Is that thing Roland's treasure? It has been around for several hours."

"a couple of hours!"

Joan's body shook. Under the surprised gaze of Drake and Leonardo, she rushed out of the door, completely disregarding etiquette, and accelerated her magic. A few seconds later, she appeared in the nun surrounded by In front of Malda.

"Jan of Arc? What happened, how are you..."

The blue-haired saint looked at the panicked junior in surprise, but Joan grabbed her hand with tears in her eyes.

"An accident happened to Lan! Come with me!"

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On the edge of the occupied area of ​​the Forest of the Nine Realms, countless soldiers are looking up at the distant sky.

Beside the weird monster that can pass the sky, the twinkling white light is exuding majestic power. Countless flying monsters rush out from the branches of the giant tree and fill the sky like a swarm of insects. Surrounded, but unable to shake the slightest.

"Oh no----!"

The roar of the weird monster sounded again. The unknown, creepy sound shook the world, and a rumbling echo came from afar. This was a forbidden sound, but it was also an instruction for the monsters to attack.

Valkyrie rose into the air amidst the roar, raised his spear at the enemy, thousands of floods of light converged at one point, ghosts and ghost bodies radiated light, dense magic bullets like a pouring rain, demons hovered In the sky, waiting for the opportunity to dig the enemy's heart.

Bell stared at the sky in a daze, at this desperate situation. He didn’t show anything, not because he was indifferent to these, but because he knew that man, the presiding judge would not fall, just like at the forefront. When he was the queen of the army during the flight, it was like countless times before.

Wings of light stretched out from behind Roland. The pure white wings were as holy as a gift from an angel, and as solemn as a human lament. He remained motionless, turning a blind eye to the killing intent and rain-like attacks, just like acting. Expresses contempt for mystery.

He doesn't put any enemies in his eyes, and no enemy can touch him.

The shock of the space came from behind him, like the shelter of the world, the invisible waves passed in the air, and nothing could stop the breath of this magical power, the pulse of ether.

The falling light gun turned into debris, the lasing magic bullets shattered and scattered, and the endless attacks turned into countless spots of light, floating around him like a nebula.

Then the wings of light moved.

The dazzling wings opened and stretched to the sides, the movements were gentle and even without killing intent, as natural as reaching out and clenching a fist, so the floating galaxy moved along with them. Nothing can stop them from wherever they go. No monster can escape.

The shards of the light gun rain rushed into the sky, and the noble and sacred Valkyries were dyed red with blood. The light and dust of the magic bullets floated to the ghosts. The wailing and explosions of the ghosts were mixed like a death knell. The demons retreated quickly, but Can't escape this condemning judgment, can only fall into the sky in panic burning.

Bell looked at the figure with moist eyes. At this moment, he suddenly understood why that person was worshipped to the extreme by countless people in the past, and even after decades, there are still people who are as loyal as courtiers.

Because he is hope and a symbol of indomitability.

He was standing in the forefront, unyielding, unrelenting, undefeated, undefeated, he didn't say much, didn't ask for anything, but the figure standing in the front explained a lot.

This world is cruel. This may be the only conclusion that people can get after this nightmare night. Life dies so easily. When the mysterious tide rises, everyone is like a lone boat, but in this disaster, there are still people like Standing at the forefront like the patron saint, he used his actions to tell everyone that mystery is not invincible, and hope is hard to exist, but it is far beyond despair.

The numbness in Bell's eyes watched as the twinkling sky gradually disappeared. He stood up, couldn't help but tears down, as if he knew what he should do.

Follow behind him to capture the glimmer of hope.

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By the way, I went to check my body for a day today and there is no time code word, so today there is only a single change.

The chest still hurts frequently, but the cause cannot be found.

it's wired.

It was cold when I came back, and I caught a cold again.

(>﹏<.)

Everyone should pay attention to your body!

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty One

Roland was feeling numb now, he knew that he was in a dangerous balance, and one step of the mistake was likely to be the end of the game.

The body can be commanded, the magic can be manipulated, and the power can be released smoothly, but the consciousness is indeed affected. Roland knows that the best way for him now is to leave this area immediately, in a place where there are no creatures. Slowly calm his mind and wait for the crown on the sky to disperse.

But he can't do that.

He tilted his head slightly and saw the tens of thousands of soldiers looking at him in the distance, and he understood that he was no longer just fighting, and now he was not so much killing an enemy, as conveying faith.

One night’s escape will not only destroy this piece of land that originally belonged to civilization, but also the hearts of the surviving people. What are these elite European soldiers doing at this time?After the disaster, their heads were downcast, and their eyes were full of despair and numbness. When the weird tree at dawn opened its mouth and roared, countless soldiers who had marched forward shivered in the rumbling sound.

Just like decades ago, the courage, confidence, will, and sense of honor of the soldiers passed away with the passing of countless comrades in arms, leaving only a riddled, confused and helpless heart.

They are like the dead waiting in line to jump down in front of Huangquan Biliangzaka. Their fighting spirit is wiped out by the enemy's terror, and their will to survive gradually fades. Seeing the relics of their comrades living for some reason, they even feel that death is a relief.