My Heroic Life

The two saints suddenly pushed open the door, and the moment the door opened, Tarask, the giant armored dragon, had already appeared, and a thick carapace emerged from the air to completely surround the two.

Behind the saints, the human soldiers are on guard. Behind the tower shields are magicians who release defensive magic. However, to everyone's surprise, no one has found anything other than the cold wind and fog. Beckoning lightly, leading the vanguards of the three squadrons to enter Hull's Gate, followed by the flying dragons in the sky.

Joan frowned and walked, always feeling that this place is a little different from last time. She looked around and suddenly realized: "Wait, the fog here is much thinner."

Before he finished speaking, the surging mist suddenly lit up, and at the same time the magicians shouted.

"Magic reaction! Defense! Defense!"

The soldiers who were ordered squatted down, the soldiers with their large shields ran to the front row, and the magicians in the second row performed their own methods, defensive magic, detection magic, and even wide-area counterattack. The technique on the above was quickly released, and at this time, people also saw what was reflecting the mist, which was a magical bombardment that came flying fast.

"not good!"

At this moment, Joan gritted her teeth. She recognized the source of these magical bombardments at a glance. It was the king-type individual of the ghosts. The light beam emitted by the great ghost was comparable to the powerful attack of the low-level treasures, even the heroic spirits. It's uncomfortable, let alone ordinary apostles?

Joan stretched his arms forward, blasting turbulent flames in the direction of the most radiant light. The raging flames exploded in front, and the shock wave offset part of the power of the magic beam, but even so, the attack that reflected the vision still trembled fearfully.

Amid the loud noise, the soldiers entering the door were pierced in batches. After the beam penetrated a few people, the power weakened, impacting the soldiers behind and flying upside down.

Joan clenched her teeth and waved the flag to completely take over the frontal attack. The soldiers behind her escaped by chance, but now there was no time to surprise them. Joan turned her head unstable and gave orders loudly.

"Disperse! Everyone blocked at the door must be a target."

Marda immediately made a judgment after seeing what had just happened. Under her command, the human army began to quickly pass the gate between the attacks. She and Jeanne stood in front of the gate to help the soldiers resist the darkness and fog. Ghost attack.

The shattered light beam caused corpses at the gate of the city to run across the fields, and many soldiers in the front row had large holes in their bodies. They did not understand the enemy until they died, leaving only a pair of diffusing pupils staring at the sky.

Hundreds of lights, the magic of expelling fog, and the dark and foggy environment quickly improved. Unfortunately, the enemies that appeared in front of the human army were so desperate.

A large group of ghosts, more than a hundred in number, floating in the sky, surrounded by ordinary pale ghosts, connecting the entire sky together, and on the ground, the corpse group can not be seen surging. Like the ocean, behind them is a huge shadow.

It was a giant dog tens of meters high, far surpassing the priest of the beast cave that once fought with Malda. Its open mouth seemed to be able to swallow a street in one bite. At this moment, Malda and Joan The uncontrolled body is cold.

The World Tree may be able to resurrect mythical creatures. This situation was predicted in previous combat meetings. The huge skeletons that appeared on the bridge also confirmed this, but the Garm dog was not seen in the cave outside the door. Once let Joan of Arc breathe a sigh of relief, but now it seems that it is actually the last guard here.

No one knows his weaknesses better than Walklord, how could he be unprepared.

"It seems that it's finally my turn to play. Really, isn't this the final chapter if you use a book metaphor?"

An abrupt self-deprecation sounded behind him, and Joan of Arc and Marda turned their heads at the same time and saw Andersen coming in a wheelchair. He looked at the tide of monsters and curled his mouth with a malicious smile.

"I have tolerated it until now, it seems to be right." He looked at the two saints and said calmly: "With so many people, the effect of my treasure will not last long. We only have one chance."

"Well, let's do it."

"Please liberate the treasure, General Andersen."

Under the affirmation of the two, the little writer held a book in his hand and inspired all his magic.

"This is a manuscript that I spent a week rushing out without sleep. The story written with this army as the protagonist is a precious finished work. Then my protagonist, win!

"A story written for you (M?rchen Meines Lebens)"

The book held high spreads light, and the brilliance covers the entire army, and the magic of gaining effects is applied to the soldiers' bodies. At this moment, the bodies of the stiff soldiers warm up, their strength increases, their speed becomes faster, and their bodies even It will automatically recover from the injury at regular intervals.

Treasure, this miracle of humanity aroused the courage in the hearts of the soldiers. Everyone knew about Andersen’s condition. He came here with inconvenient legs and almost certainly died. His participation was not for fame, not for honor, but for Give them the brilliance of this treasure and give them hope of defeating the enemy.

The old lower heroes walked to the front row, the battle-tested veterans looked at the silver blade, the archers checked the arrows, the magicians rubbed the staff, and everyone was ready at this moment.

As long as the task can be completed, it does not hurt to die.

The footsteps of the corpses hit the ground in a mess, the ghosts in the sky began to fight with the dragons, and the giant dogs in the distance stood up like moving hills.

Then, in this cold, foggy, dark and terrifying place where no one knew, the battle to determine the fate of this country arrived.

"charge!"

On the ice-covered plain, one side is surrounded by layers of light. As the "protagonist" of Andersen's story, the human army is on the other side. There are countless crowds of boundless corpses and ghosts, the tide of light and black. The big waves hit, the magic bullets fly horizontally like rain, the swords chopping and claws humming.

Malda was holding the scepter and dealing with the big ghosts in the sky, while Joan looked out and looked at the slowly walking giant dog.

The flames of the explosion burned a road, burning thousands of zombies to ashes. On both sides of the road, the dragon witch and the monster stood opposite each other. After a breath, the two sides quickly approached and the fight began.

For the first time in history, the underworld of Heim has become a large-scale battlefield. The living and the dead fought for their lives. Monsters and the saints fought fiercely. In this unprecedented chaos, a huge monster at the bottom of the lake was startled and slowly explored. Out of the water.

Chapter Two Hundred

Joan held her left shoulder with her hand and withdrew. At this time, blood was bleeding from several blood holes on her shoulder. Her clothes gradually became sticky, and the broken armor fell to the ground along with the blood.

She turned her head and looked around. The battlefield was still screaming. The comprehensive strength of the apostle soldiers was stronger than that of the corpses, but they were too weak in number. A steady stream of monsters attacked the human army, and the armor was full. It was the wounded soldier who pierced a zombie's throat with a sword, and two immediately ran behind him and threw him to the ground.

Joan turned her head back. Not far in front of her, the huge Garm dog was also embarrassed. Its body has been pierced by dozens of black piles, and its entire body surface was burnt all over, but even so, its huge size But let it still move freely.

Although these injuries are heavy, it is not fatal to spread on his body. In contrast, Jeanne is very weak, and only half of his body is bloody after being rubbed by his claws.

The flames are still burning all around, whether it is human warriors or corpses who want to help, stay away from here. As for the flying dragons in the sky, the dragon species that are not adapted to this cold climate are no longer the opponents of the ghosts. They can only hover. contain.

The cold of blood loss spread on Jean's body. The saint's vision was blurred for a while, and she looked at the giant dog in front of him who began to make preparations to attack again, and she didn't know how to avoid it.

She is in decline, probably can't escape this blow.

Then the only remaining option is to attack, stand still and use this momentary time to liberate the treasure!

Joan gritted her teeth and began to release magic power, and at the same time the Garm dog began to rush.

The distance between the two sides quickly approached, and the giant dog was not a beast without wisdom. He speeded up again in the preparation process of Joan. Joan took a step slower. The brilliance of the treasure had not yet fully condensed, and Gam had already rushed to him.

Facing the sudden change, the girl’s face flashed with determination, even if she was seriously injured, she must complete the liberation of the treasure to kill the giant dog, because behind it is the world tree that leads to the sky like a mansion. The root of the tree, if this guardian beast is not defeated, this war will undoubtedly be defeated.

At the moment of this decisive blow, an abrupt shout and the screams of the soldiers came.

"Oh! Joan!"

With a frantic shout, a huge sea monster suddenly rushed out of the nearby lake. Between a person and a beast, it was a creeping monster. The huge tentacles danced and wrapped around the Garm dog with all their strength. , And facing Joan of Arc, a man with a book emerged.

"Jill! Are you not dead?"

"Yes, I, Gil de Ray will follow you as long as you are on the battlefield! Jeanne, leave it to me here, please go ahead."

"......I understand."

Joan was silent for a while and nodded. She looked around and found that the sudden reinforcements had excited the soldiers. Although its strange shape was disgusting and disturbing, no one cared. Now compared with these, life is obviously more precious.

The corpses of humans and corpses were all over the battlefield, and blood made the frozen ground more slippery. In the middle of the battlefield, Marda was fighting with the ghosts. The dragons screamed in the sky, and the huge sea monsters were on the side under them. The giant dog was entwined with the bite.

Joan looked around the battlefield, staring at the roots in the distance and quickly issued orders.

"Blasting troops, keep up with me!"