My Heroic Life

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Roland hovered in front of the canopy of the huge World Tree, and looked at each other with a half-body condensed from the tree. His eyes were flat, but they were murderous and chilly.

Walklord, or the monster that can be called the world tree now, is staring at him quietly. He has no human appearance at this time. Even the incarnation is a tree. Although the skin and eyes are close to the color of humans, carefully You can see the wood grains.

"I haven't seen you in fifty years, your body is really tough."

Roland sneered contemptuously. He turned his head and looked at the fleshy monster in the center of the canopy, resisting an urge to nauseate, and asked the enemy who barely had a personality under his feet:

"This is how you crawled out from the inside? It really fits the mysterious and evil taste."

"Is it ugly? Hehe, it may be so in the eyes of humans, but that is only human aesthetics, but one-sided and superficial wisdom, fragile humans think that they can define all beauty and ugliness, but in fact? "

The old man looked up at Roland in the sky and sneered.

"That body that may lose life only if it is slightly injured, what right do you have to despise my body, which is still indestructible even if it crosses the surface, just like ants treat humans as monsters, humans cannot look directly at higher-level creatures. Unable to understand and unacceptable is also natural."

"Hehe, you are the only one I have ever seen to make ugliness so fresh and refined."

The young man really laughed this time, but the old man didn't care.

"Then Mr. Walklord, who crawled out of hell across life and death, what do you want to do now?"

"Very simple, just tell you a desperate fact."

A smile appeared on the old man's face: "Let's give up, you can't kill me, our fight is meaningless, and I have no attachment to you. It is better to say that without you, I cannot reach this level."

"..."

At this moment, Roland frowned. He looked at the old man in front of him, his tone fluctuating for the first time.

"You have no attachment to me, but I do have to you. My former lover and countless subordinates died because of you. You still think I will let you go? Who gave you the confidence, Walker Lord?"

"Because I think we are all higher beings, we may have enmity between us, but we should be able to understand each other."

Roland was taken aback by Walklord's words. He squinted his eyes and asked in surprise:

"What? Higher life?"

"Yes, don't you think we are not at the same level as them?"

The old man looked down at the distant battlefield, his eyes showed contempt, but his face was full of superiority:

"Neither you nor me are free people who can walk through the outside and inside, and neither mystery nor human nature can restrain us, and they, whether they are humans or fantasy species, are just residents on one side, not even the heroic spirits. To our level."

Roland looked at the half-length old man in front of him, frowning deeper and deeper, and finally realized something suddenly.

This overflowing sense of superiority undoubtedly represents that he is a discriminator, but unlike people's imagination, his object of discrimination is the vast majority of life in the world.Humans and fantasy species are just inferior races in his eyes, and only the heroic spirits can take a high look.

He no longer regarded himself as a human being, and I am afraid that even the gods are now slightly worse in his eyes.

"Oh, that's the case, is this why you are willing to be that kind of thing?" Roland glanced at the monster hidden in the tree hole with no light. "But I refuse, don't delay any longer, we have nothing Negotiable."

Walklord's woody cheeks still did not fluctuate after hearing Roland's answer, as if everything was under control.

"I know what you are thinking, and I know your plans, but trust me, it's useless."

He looked down towards the direction of the underworld of Heim, and said calmly: "They want to destroy the only root of the world tree, and then you can destroy me. Well, it is indeed a feasible plan, and the defector Women have indeed given you a chance."

"To be honest, my reaction was slower. I didn't expect the woman to guess my identity in advance, but even so, this is still a struggle of inferior creatures. It may cause some trouble for me, but that's all."

"You are so confident."

Roland stared at the monster below indifferently, with a touch of sadness in his eyes.

"But you have to know that there are always things beyond your expectations."

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"boom----!"

An unprecedented violent explosion shocked the underworld of Heim. At this moment, the bright flames reflected the entire world in red, and the thick fog lost its effect for the first time. The ghosts in the sky were implicated by this violent explosion and suffered countless casualties. The corpses nearby.

The air wave generated by the explosion swept across the plain for the first time, and both humans and zombies were overturned to the ground, and the flying dragons were pushed far away by the shock wave.

Jeanne lay down and waited for the explosion to end, and the air wave moved away. She raised her head to look at the huge roots of the still burning tree in the distance, her eyes full of complex and difficult emotions.

The purpose of the explosion just now was to blow up tree roots, and the amount of explosives was all.

The war in Heim's underworld was going too fiercely, and part of the sealed explosive inflammables was lost. Of course, for this kind of task, the actual carrying amount of the executive force is often several times the demand, but even so, the equivalent is still not enough. .

In this case, the blasting team decided to abandon the plan of multiple blasting and used up the existing one to achieve the greatest effect. The flames of Joan detonated and destroyed the roots in one fell swoop.

Now that the explosion has passed, the flames have begun to burn. Such a large battle naturally attracted the attention of everyone present. Tens of thousands of eyes on the battlefield were cast here at once, and every bloody soldier was hopeful.

As long as the roots of the tree are destroyed, even if their mission is completed, the dead soldiers can look at them, and relatives and friends in the rear can no longer have a life or death crisis. The ambition of the World Tree will stop here, and the mysterious expansion will also stop.

However, the truth is desperate.

In the raging flames, the roots of the World Tree were still not broken, and the effect of the explosion was far less than imagined. The burning of the flames was even weaker. Layers of sap gushing from the fractures caused by the explosion, rapidly Extinguish the flame.

"How could this happen, why didn't it stop?"

"Yes, is there not enough magic explosives?"

"It's over, what should I do now?"

The soldiers who saw that the roots of the tree were not destroyed were thrown into chaos. The soldiers looked at the swords held high in the distance. The magicians who ran to support also showed despair. Everyone didn’t know what to do at this moment. No one thought about it. The roots of the tree have not been blown up.

It is indeed possible that the roots of the World Tree were exploded by humans, but in fact, the success rate obtained by the expert group is only about 60%, because no one can know the magic power distribution of that giant tree, and the amount of magic power remaining on the battlefield is also rising. To a certain impact.

But even so, as long as there is hope, I still have to try it. This is an order that the command has to give.

Sadness flashed in Malda's eyes. Although she knew the success rate for a long time, she was still disappointed when the result came out. She stood up and gave all the confused soldiers an order to end the mission.

"The whole army retreats as planned, the magician interferes with the slingshot, the archer shoots freely, everyone, keep on living!"

Under this order, the human army began to retreat slowly. Malda glanced at the sea monster that was still fighting with the giant dog in the distance, and immediately shouted to the front of Joan.

"Jan of Arc, retreated as planned, come back soon."

Malda's shout came out, but the girl in front ignored it. Jeanne looked at the flame that was getting smaller and smaller, and remembered Roland's words that night.

Sure enough, the roots of the tree weren't broken, did you still have to become such a monster in the end?Is this fate?

Joan thought so, and then thought of the plan Roland had informed.

Die together?What a stupid way of comfort, but... when I think of being with him, I always feel that I can accept it.