My Heroic Life

At this time Roland must stand up and compose a war song with the wailing of the enemy, and use the corpse mountain and blood of the monster to suppress fear. He must stand here, like an unshakable fortress, a battle flag flying in the sun, Hope to pass on to everyone, so that they have the courage to face everything again.

This is what the leaders of this era should do in the face of mystery. In other countries, it is the heroes, and here it is Roland.

The mysterious power and horror are immeasurable, even far beyond the punishment of any human being. A warrior with mental breakdown would rather be tried by a military court than on the battlefield. Flesh and bloody hand-to-hand combat can cause psychological trauma, only equal or more. Only heavy things can suppress these and make a person tremble and pull out the blade.

For example, the honor of the nation, the hatred of the mystery, the responsibility to protect the family, the unwavering belief, and the most important thing is the peace and hope that the strong who leads them and unites them to provide soldiers.

The sound of the flapping of the bat's wings sounded, and the sky became bright again. The screams of the ghosts were still so harsh, and Roland's body floated in the air, continuing the work of killing insects that would never end.

All he can do now is to persevere. In the face of this situation, he is not unprepared. The light of the flare has flashed in the corner of his vision. According to the plan, Drake should have begun to recall him.

Roland didn't move in the sky. As long as he didn't respond three times, Drake would find that the situation was not right. He should go to Leonardo or Joan of Arc, and they would naturally know Roland's situation.

Speaking of it, today is Christmas Eve. Is Christmas Mass going well?

In the sky, Valkyrie's corpse fell on its side, and the flesh and blood flowed like rain. Roland was spotless within the scope of this bloody storm, only looking at the north lightly.

There is also a speech from the Queen. Lily should be fine, but Morgan, are they still so defensive against him this Christmas Eve?Mordred's age should be under Santa Claus's business scope.

The desperate demons stretched out their minions and rushed toward the youth from all directions, but only halfway through the journey, they were burned into burning fireballs, turning into flying ash and flying in the wind.

The unsuccessful offensive of the monsters aroused the anger of the tree monster. After another weird roar, thousands of branches came out, and the creeping torrent of wood made people look scared, like insects and tentacles. They Passed through the sky and pierced through his family members, and then rushed towards the youth with unparalleled momentum.

"There is neither the gentleness of plants, nor the agility of animals, sucking flesh and blood and blaspheming life. What is the meaning of something like you?"

The youth's golden pupil was full of confusion and incomprehension. The branches wrapped in all directions formed a cage, making him like a bird trapped in the cage. Until the wings of light gathered by the majestic energy vibrated, the white holy flame flew along the branches. Passing by, raging on the body of the giant tree.

Roland watched the flames of the burning giant tree gradually extinguished by the juice oozing out of the tree, and his expression became more and more disgusting. After several hours of fighting, he had understood that he could not kill it alone.

Regenerative, and it is also the regenerative ability that absorbs the nutrients of the entire Demon Land and devours magic power to maintain, and its recovery speed is simply incredible. This can never be solved by brute force.

After the wave of offensive was repelled, the sky was filled with monsters again, and Roland lowered his eyes and continued his lonely killing.

Hold on for a while...

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Joan of Arc's panic shocked Malda, but after hearing the whole story, Malda was more than shocked.

"Wait, what you said, just kidding, how come tonight..."

Even if the will is as strong as Malda, she cannot accept so much bad news for a while, and it is still on this day of national celebration, but Joan of Arc's unsmiling face and unstable magical fluctuations undoubtedly tell her These are facts.

However, it is not over yet.

"Malda, Lan is using that power again. We must rush over as soon as possible and bring the ceremonial outfit with him."

"what?"

Marda, who was still processing information on the spot, changed her attitude sharply, and directly dragged Jeanne away quickly.

"Quickly, I'll go under the pope's crown, let's go first!"

Half an hour later, a court helicopter arrived above the frontline station that was still chaotic after a night of reorganization. The two saints who had not attended the Tianming Mass halfway left looked at the devastated ground in disbelief.

The two had also studied the defense line of the Nine Realms in a military meeting. They were not unfamiliar with the past scenery here. In their impression, it was a towering steel city wall, a continuous barracks, and a complete logistics system. The rear area even formed a fairly large-scale town.

But now, the line of defense that cost a lot of money and many magic crystals was gathered in one has disappeared. The continuous camps, the many infrastructures, everything is missing, but it is replaced by unacceptable messy ruins.

After the helicopter burned, the charred shell was stuck in the sand, gravel and soil. The fragments of the building were engulfed in the soil. The soldiers' long swords, the corpses of the fire giants, all kinds of unimaginable things mixed together, the most is the wanton. Stretching plant.

Joan and Marda thought that what they heard before was enough to shock them, but when they arrived at the scene, the two of them couldn't even speak. The following disaster, which can be called the degree of change in the world, does not need to be deliberate. Retouching is just ordinary taking pictures and watching, you can imagine what a desperate night it was.

But it was not these that made them even more creepy, but the giant tree in the distance.

"What it is......"

Marda murmured to herself, but Jeanne, who was sitting on the side, was unable to reply to her. Even if it was tens of kilometers away, the giant tree that went up to the blue clouds was still daunting. Its branches and leaves were so luxuriant that it covered most of the devil's realm. The size of a car makes humans feel small when they watch it, like an ant.

And a fierce battle was taking place near its canopy at this time, and Marda and Joan of Arc were excited at the same time. It was indeed Roland, but at this time he could no longer be easily approached. At the top of the sky, the crown of heaven. It still hangs high as usual, even the giant tree can't touch it.

Marda looked at the light and shadow in the sky, and observed for a long time:

"Jan of Arc, look at that thing, it doesn't seem to be serious this time."

After hearing the words, Joan began to observe carefully, and found that the crown in the sky was not very clear, and the brightness was relatively low, which was indeed much better than when he was in Paris.

"This shows that he himself is also restraining himself. With the experience of the last time, both he and we are prepared."

The two saints looked at the two spikes in the heavy special sealed box behind them. These are the holy relics owned by the Holy See two thousand years ago. According to legend, they were once contaminated with holy blood and possess extremely high value, although they were used as weapons. It is completely tasteless, but it is effective in purifying and removing evil.

As the saying goes, Altria’s holy gun Lungominiad is powerful, but its main role as a treasure is its destructive power. As far as purifying the curse, this holy relic of the Holy See may not lose to Holy gun.

And another one specially made for this kind of situation is the special soul tranquilizer for Roland, which is refrigerated in the rear transport plane, and the deployer is Morgan Lefy. Besides, she has absolute authority on Roland's soul.

The helicopter landed slowly at the temporary airport, and it was Drake who came to greet him, the captain who had always been smiling and confident in Joan's impression, this time was a little dull.

"His Royal Highness, welcome, if it were the past, I could receive you a little more grandly, but now it is impossible."

After a brief greeting, Joan and Marda immediately began to ask about Roland.

"Because the roots of the tree that blocked our back road penetrated the city wall at the beginning, Roland had been helping me guard the gap in the wall on the eastern front. At that time, he said that if there is a problem, he will contact you and find someone nearby. In a quiet place, contacted with a blue flare, there is nothing else."

"..."

Joan and Malda looked at each other and nodded at each other. So far, it is still unsure whether Roland is sober, and now he can only act according to the arrangements he left behind.

The two followed Drake and did not go to the temporary station, but went directly to the safe place that Leonardo was searching for. It was a cliff with no shelter nearby, and the front was an occupied area that had been reduced to a devilland. There is a forest on the left and a river under the mountain on the right. The whole is relatively empty, which is most suitable for relaxation.

Joan and Marda left the sealed box and the liquid nitrogen cooling box, set up a remote-control signaling device, and then left here.

That’s right, even if you are close to Joan of Arc and Malda, you must not get close to this area in Roland’s previous plan. The incident with Morgan last time left him with a remnant, so he strictly enforced the ban and stayed in the Crown of Heaven. No one is allowed to enter for ten kilometers before disappearing.

As far as the result is concerned, everything went smoothly.

After the vehicle left the isolation area, the blue flare lifted into the sky, and the figure that had been fighting in the sky for half a night finally slowly began to move, and for his departure, the weird giant tree had no intention of stopping him, even Those monsters that had died out of nowhere seemed to have suddenly possessed intelligence, and they were busy getting out of the way.

In this way, he flew away from the demon realm unhurriedly, dodged by the monsters in horror, and landed at the signal point in the tens of thousands of warriors or admired or eager eyes.

On the deserted cliff, the young man tremblingly injected himself with a potion. The freezing of the soul dared to make his brain slightly awake. He blinked, opened the seal box with unchanged expression, and inserted two holy relics into his arm. Among.

Then he sat down on the cliff. He did not care about the gradually transparent wings behind him, nor did he observe the radiant crown in the sky, but looked at the occupied area in front of the cliff in silence.

Joan and Malda return to the station, where they will monitor the dissipation of the Crown of Heaven and wait until Roland is completely free from the trouble and then follow them back for follow-up treatment.

The convoy drove back to the temporary garrison. The crowds on the west side of the garrison at this time made Drake's convoy particularly conspicuous. The two saints looked out the window with a little bewilderment and asked the pink-haired captain:

"Is this your welcome ceremony?"