My Heroic Life

My Heroic Life Chapter 307

This giant Roland has the impression that it is quite similar to the Frost Giant Leiden, but Leiden is definitely not so huge, and according to the information Leiden should be dead, then this should be the source of the blood of Leiden, the ancestor of the Frost Giant Yumir .

Then the picture changed again, directly omitting the battle process, or even Meilin could not fully predict the battle process, and only the result was presented to Roland in the end.

Ymir died, his body fell to the ground, the heart of this huge giant was pierced, and the vicinity of his chest was completely transformed into a big hole, and in the center of the big hole, Malda was kneeling on the ground.

She propped up her upper body with a cross-stick. The holy white dress had turned red, and her body was dripping with blood. Her mouth, eyes, and ears were bleeding outwards, and one arm was broken to reveal bones.

She held the cross stick in one hand, and half-opened her eyes to say something to Tarask who was floating in the air. The big iron armored dragon let out a sorrowful cry and began to spew flames around.

In the fire caused by Long Yan, Malda smiled. She let go of the scepter, tremblingly raised her hand to touch a cross on her chest, stroking it while showing a happy smile, and finally closed it like this She closed her eyes, and soon after, the raging flames swallowed her figure.

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With a flash of white light, everything in the vicinity returned to silence, and Roland once again came to the dark fork, but the current fork had disappeared.

What I just saw should be the ending of Malda.

While thinking about this, the man took a big breath and tried his best to maintain his sanity. The picture just now had too much impact on him. Even if he knew that these things had not happened yet, he could still feel the unprecedented killing intent in his body.

It took a long time for him to relax completely, and his brain was running slightly calmer. Based on the scenes just seen in Malda's future, it was speculated that Joan of Arc should have died in battle.

Since the appearances of the heroic spirits will not change much over time, Roland has no way of knowing what time Malda was about at that time, but from the results, it should be under the command of the World Tree Yuktra Hill. The monsters died during the battle. The fighting location was suspected to be near the northern coast of France. It would take several years for the monsters to get there.

He raised his head and glanced at the three roads in front of him, his face tangled for a while, and he kept firming his faith in his heart.

Although these are Merlin's speculations, they all have high value and credibility. Although there are only a few pictures, the amount of information is surprisingly high. No matter from which point of view, they should be read through.

Roland thought this way again and walked towards the second fork.

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The second fork in the road corresponds to Morgan Lefrey.

The first scene made Roland's face completely stiff.

It was in a rescue room. In a white room full of various instruments, Morgan Lefy was sent in for emergency rescue.

Her state is dying, her body is riddled with holes pierced by various wooden guns. It is a miracle if she does not die on the spot. The atmosphere in the operating room is very tense, the doctors running back and forth, the aura of all kinds of magic, and life-sustaining Expensive instruments operate at full capacity regardless of cost.

Roland looked pale as he watched the progress of the operation, and his whole body was shaking.

After a long rescue, Morgan removed a large number of organs in his body to save his life. For this result, Roland was barely acceptable. At least, Morgan survived.

But for the results that the doctors called a miracle, Morgan Lefy herself couldn't accept it. On the bed in the intensive care unit, she stroked her abdomen, tears in her eyes.

Morgan removed quite a few organs to avoid death, and among them were reproductive organs.

The first picture slowly disappeared, and the second picture emerged.

It was in a cemetery, in front of a tombstone with a stone statue, Morgan wept bitterly.

Roland is very familiar with the stone statue, it is himself.

According to Merlin's words, it is speculated that this is the future of his inaction, which means that he should have died after an ordinary battle, and he did not cause a major blow to the enemy.

There were a lot of people who came to their grave. They wanted to comfort Morgan, but they couldn't say anything. Morgan ignored anyone. At last Altria appeared. She didn't say anything, but gave Morgan the ring.

The second picture disappears and the third picture appears.

It was a room full of strange specimens, collections, and spell books. Under a lamp in that room, Morgan Lefrey was coughing violently while reading the book.

There were blood stains on the handkerchief covering her mouth, her face was quite pale, and the whole person looked very weak. It seems that it has been a while since the last picture. At least now, Morgan's mood has been quite stable, without the grief before. Look like.

She coughed while reading the book. The room was dark and there were no windows. It seemed to be one of her magic workshops. Until a long time later, she got up and took a bottle of potion and took it. Her complexion was obviously much better. With a long sigh of relief, he rubbed the ring on his hand, his eyes filled with sadness and hope.

The third picture disappears and the fourth picture appears.

It was on a console, with various scientific instruments and magic circles covering the table. Morgan Lefei was doing experiments nervously. Around her were multiple enchantments isolated by magic, and the enchantment was full of richness. Magical, the light of the soul gleamed in her hand, and she leaned towards the instrument on the console.

The light was still shining normally at first, but as time progressed, the light gradually began to extinguish and dissipate. Morgan Lefei's face was pale, and magic styles continued to emerge around her, but the situation did not change.

The light of the soul completely dissipated, Morgan Lefei looked at the ring and the instrument in her hand blankly. She stepped back and sat down on the ground, her eyes filled with despair, she buried her face in her legs and started crying.

The fourth picture disappears, and the fifth picture appears.

The scene this time was familiar to Roland. This was the house where he lived in Britain.

He looked around, everything in the entire room was so familiar, and even the placement of the objects remained unchanged. There was no dust in the entire room, which was obviously carefully cared for and taken care of.

It can be seen that the minimum number of years has passed since I left. The evidence is that the trees in the garden outside the window are a lot thicker, and the chair in Roland's room is the pale Morgan Lefy.

She had lost her soul ring in her hand at this time, and the whole person seemed a little wandering. She held the ring for a long time, and the terminal on her hand kept emitting certain prompt sounds, but she ignored it.

She just sat like that, didn't know what she was thinking, occasionally coughing up a mouthful or two of blood, and every time she vomited blood, the witch's complexion became a little more ugly. This kind of time lasted for a long time, until at the end, she labored out. He put out a letter on the table beside him, and smiled at the ring again.

In her smile, the witch slowly closed her eyes.

Soon after, there was a intensive sound of footsteps, and Altria rushed into the room. She walked to Morgan tremblingly, stretched out her hand and stroked her cheek, then picked up the letter and read it, tears kept slipping and getting wet. stationery.

It was Mordred who rushed in. There was a huge scar on the face of the rebellious knight. She watched the dead Morgan step back a few steps and hit the wall, then sat down on the ground and beat it up with her hands. The wall.

The screen ends here.

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Roland numbly returned to the darkness, thinking about what he saw.

Morgan finally died because of him, which is certain.

She should have played with Roland. She was seriously injured and dying during the battle with World Tree Yuktra Hill. She had to remove her reproductive organs during the subsequent rescue, and could not use the soul engineering method to conceive a fetus in her body.

But Morgan Lefei did not give up. She began to try to apply the magic of soul splicing outside the body. For this reason, she dragged the sick body to conduct a lot of research. During this time, she was exhausted and was almost completely supported by will.

But for unknown reasons, the experiment finally failed.

Morgan Lefé, who had lost the only remaining soul in the ring, fell into despair. Both the body and the will were exhausted. In the last time terminal, the reminder to take the medicine should be heard, but she refused to take it and chose instead. In Roland's former residence, he greeted death plainly.

When Altria arrived, it was too late, and the final relationship between the two seemed to be peaceful, at least there was no resentment.

Morgan Le Fei's ending is not as heroic as Malda, it is also death, but her death is very ordinary, but it is a continuous chain of despair.

"Heh, hehe."

Roland couldn't help but chuckle in front of the two remaining forks. He covered his eyes with his hands, as if suppressing his emotions. The smile on his mouth gradually distorted and turned into gritted teeth.

The tragedy of Morgan when he was injured, the pain when he lost his fertility, the despair when the experiment failed, and the smile of relief when he died. All of these are like a blunt knife, cutting Roland's heart repeatedly, just like Poke into the atrium and stir vigorously.

Sadness, anger, pain, and unimaginable killing intent were entangled with each other. Roland gasped heavily. He knew that all of this had not happened yet, so he still had a lot to do, and his emotions could not control his brain.