My Heroic Life

"No, no, no matter how you look at it, it's not an animal. Don't divide it into us."

Several experts on the classification of giant trees had their own opinions, and they were quickly brought by the conference director Leonardo da Vinci. After all, compared with whether this thing is a plant or an animal family, there are many more important things, such as the consortium. Where's the garrison in the Demon Realm?

Since the disaster, until now, the frontline force has been increasing. One of the reasons is to guard against sneak attacks by the conjoined troops. The European Union has sent many investigative envoys to this end. What is unacceptable is that based on the detection results , The demon realm stationed before the Zonglian body is the main area of ​​the giant tree.

If they can live without a giant tree on their heads, then they have a high probability of evacuating, but what is puzzling is why there is no trace of such a large-scale evacuation?

This headache problem for the commander was solved with the latest progress of the investigation. The magician's investigator observed the remains of the Zonglian camp, the corpses of some soldiers, and various other miscellaneous military supplies. Or daily necessities.

There are various signs that the Zonglian army did not leave, and they are likely to be wiped out with the birth of that monster, becoming its first ration.

This is a fact that no human being with a normal mind can accept, even as the court of justice as their enemy.

"Will this matter have nothing to do with Zonglian body?"

For this incredible fact, someone put forward this point, but it was quickly rejected.

"According to intelligence, the Confederacy of the Nine Realms sent troops to the Forest of the Nine Realms two weeks ago and carried a device that looked like a magic power aggregator, all for large-scale experiments.

"In other words, the experiment is out of control?"

The reason is that no one cares too much. The generals who learned that the entire army of the Zonglian were wiped out were relieved. Without external interference, there would be only one enemy.

Altria, Joan of Arc and others looked at the terrifying giant tree in the screen and began to discuss the possibility of killing it based on the information they had obtained.

After meeting Roland this time, although the four girls did not communicate with each other, they all reached a consensus that they wanted to replace him before Roland took the trouble. This was also the case that Jeanne and Marda allowed Altria to listen. s reason.

However, after discussion, the results are not very satisfactory. There is very little information about the battle of this monster. Roland, who has fought directly with it for the longest time, is still asleep, and currently only knows that it can manipulate a considerable number of plant roots. It can control monsters and has strong regeneration ability.

After watching some of Roland's battle videos, Joan, Marda and Altria looked at each other and found that they looked very ugly. They had to admit that things might be far more troublesome than they thought.

At this moment, a silver-haired woman in a military uniform sitting at the end of the special counselor's seat slightly lifted a corner of the military cap. She looked at the heroes with frosty eyes and felt the attention, and the eyes of Joan of Arc and others also looked over.

"Miss Mimir, you used to be a high-ranking member of the Clan Union, do you know anything about this, or have any opinions?"

"No, I don't know about this. I have said this before, but there are some opinions that there is no evidence."

"It's okay. As a special consultant, please state your point of view. We can use it as a reference."

Marda and Jeanne looked at Mimir with hope in their eyes, and even Altria's gaze came over. The silver-haired woman faced the people in the meeting room without panic, she just looked at the giant tree on the screen. , Said lightly:

"That should be Walklord."

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Roland was floating half-dream and half-awake in the training cabin. Thousands of thoughts gathered and formed and dissipated in his brain, and the chaotic consciousness gradually led him to reality.

In the weightlessness of his body floating, he slowly opened his eyes, the transparent semi-metal mask covering the entire face lit up a pair of pale gold eyes, and he began to look outside through the water blue liquid.

Outside the transparent training cabin, a woman wearing a researcher's white coat is busy, her platinum-gold hair draped over her shoulders, and she is tied in a bunch on one side of her shoulders, like a newlywed wife.

"..."

Why does this hairstyle feel dangerous, and compared to this, I prefer a taller single ponytail. It's not bad to put it up like Lily.

Roland thought nothing of this, and suddenly remembered his current state, he lowered his head and glanced at his body, his face suddenly turned red.

Light.

He looked around the training cabin, looking anxious.

How to control this thing?It really doesn't cover it at all!

Yu Guang, the man who was looking for the usage method, found that Morgan had moved and closed his eyes in fright. It seemed to Roland that it was too embarrassing to meet now, but Morgan obviously didn’t think so. It would be better to say that she didn’t care about Roland now. After all, she made the last body. Morgan is very familiar with the structure of the human body.

Injecting another potion into the cultivation cabin, Morgan, who completed all the preparation work, stood in front of the cultivation cabin, stroking the hatch door and looking at the man in it.

The floating man still does not move. The usual Roland always feels easy-going but strong, like a giant dragon with a mild temper. Although he can communicate on an equal footing, it is difficult to produce any sense of disrespect. The precipitation of the years makes him appear Calm, people can't help but want to rely on, and he is indeed burdened with too many things.

In fact, the names of the president of the European Union and the presiding judge of the trial court did not bring any benefit to this man. The fighting half a century ago was enough for Roland to enjoy his life, not to mention that he himself did not have much material pursuits. people.

The house in Britain that is the same as an ordinary house, without a large garden, plus the oriental tea he particularly likes, can almost satisfy this man. Compared with his status, his requirements are really low and low. Like a soldier from that era, his life was simple.

As for fame, is there anything like a living saint?His reputation has started to be at its peak, but now it is going downhill. Generally speaking, all the things he has done recently are good for the country and thankless for himself.

But Morgan Lefey knew that he was such a person. As a lover, he should naturally support him, but in her opinion, the price of this support is too high.

As a doctor, Morgan knows what the cost of doing this is. Now it seems that Roland is okay and he is not out of control like last time. But what others don’t know is that curses are like a toxin to the soul, and the toxin is There are remnants.

No matter how powerful the soul is, if destruction and pollution continue, it will gradually decompose and disintegrate over time. Roland's power is almost the same as chronic suicide.

Thinking of this, Morgan Le Fei's eyes flickered, and he sobbed directly in front of the man. Roland, who was still pretending to be asleep, was startled when he heard the sound. He opened his eyes and saw Morgan's appearance. Knocking on the cabin door, the booming sound made Morgan, who bowed his head and drew tears, couldn't help raising his head.

"Teacher, are you awake?"

"Yes, I woke up suddenly. I was wondering why, but now I understand, it turned out that it was Miss Morgan, who I like, who shed tears."

"It's all like this and it's still stiff."

Morgan said this, but the expression on his face improved a lot. Roland looked around and recalled asking before coma: "How long have I slept, won't it be fifty years?"

"Hehe, I hope that if you really take care of the teacher for fifty years, you can't bear to leave me no matter what?"

Morgan Leffey smiled with tears on his face. Roland was taken aback when he heard the words. If it had been a day ago, he would probably have smiled and promised not to leave again, but now, the young man with the unknown tree in his mind fell silent. Looking at the lover with complicated eyes, suddenly a little sad.

"Yeah, I can't bear to leave you."

He muttered like this, looking at the time displayed in the cabin because of his words.

"Did you slept for about three hours? Isn't it still Christmas today? Morgan, you should stay in Britain, this time I am fine..."

"Hey? Teacher, do you understand again? Am I a doctor or are you a doctor?"

Upon hearing Roland's words, Morgan immediately became unhappy, with a "kind" smile on her face, and said lightly:

"The teacher was just a patient when he was sick. Please realize your identity and don't talk back to me as a doctor."

"..."

Roland was silent under the miraculous pressure, and thought about it for a while, "But this time you were finally able to be accepted by your family. Christmas was originally spent with your family."

"That's right, so I'm here." Morgan Lefei touched the training cabin and looked at Roland, and said affectionately: "My family is here."

"...Oh, forget it."

Roland sighed and lowered his head, and decisively defeated under Morgan's eyes. Anyway, everyone knows it. I believe they should not be too dissatisfied with Gawain. Perhaps the dutiful son of Age Zhiwen would still Sigh of relief.

Thinking about this as optimistically as possible, Roland looked up at Morgan who was smiling.