My Heroic Life

The skeleton swordsman said to himself, his voice was slightly puzzled, Roland saw stitches in it.

"Huh? What do you mean? Father, did you find the wrong person?"

The hunk on the tree was overjoyed, and a Ji Ling turned his upper body and said:

"Sorry, I'm just a traveler who loves natural scenery. Why don't you go ahead? There are a lot of monsters nearby. Beware of danger."

However, the first generation Hassan obviously didn't put these flawed nonsense in his ears, he just looked for a moment, and then slowly began to grip the sword tightly.

"I confessed my mistake, or... it doesn't matter, you are the goal of the cult. You will know if you try."

"Tsk, really?"

Roland stood up, muttered with an unkind expression, said so many inexplicable nonsense, he still wanted to fight in the end.

"Master, you want to kill me, I can't be slaughtered."

The man grinned and took out a blood bottle and opened it, his fingers flickered into the light, and the magical aura overflowed like a flood. At this moment, Roland's spirit and spirit rose to the apex. The huge aura and the mountain lords below each accounted for half of the country, and there was actually a faint. The momentum of equality.

"Since you want to go to war, then take the move... Comet Run!"

Amid the heroic roar, Roland's magical power exploded with both feet, and under Hassan's gaze, he rushed out in a straight line toward the depths of the demon realm opposite to him.

The comet running method is one of Achilles’ treasures. Although it is a treasure, it is more like a technology that is activated by an extraordinary body. It is known as the peak of all mankind in history, even if it exists on the battlefield. Obstacles will not reduce its speed.

"boom!"

Contrary to this miraculous speed is the huge reaction force. The big tree where Roland is hiding under the comet’s running method smashes the ground nearby and embeds it, and the man also relies on this treasure to be like a comet. As if across the sky, the Mountain Weng behind him quickly turned into a black spot and disappeared.

You can't fight for the time being, so you have to escape.

The man who made up his mind and managed to escape from the beginning was gliding in the air, but both his face and eyes were gloomy.

The mountain of Weng, the first generation Hasan has just drawn his sword against him. For the swordsman, blood will be seen when the sword is out of the sheath, and for the first generation Hasan, when the sword is out of the sheath, the enemy is killed.

He has a hunch that everything has just begun.

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"The voice over there! And this magical reaction!"

Nero Claudius stopped and looked into the deep forest on the left front.

At a long distance, the sound transmitted here has almost disappeared, leaving only an extremely slight tremor on the ground, but for Nero, who is extremely sensitive to sound, this is enough.

"A fierce battle? Is it a monster or..."

Nero stood still and pondered for a moment. She didn't know much about Roland's strength and it was really difficult for her to judge whether this was the sound caused by that person.

But there is no doubt that this is a doubt.

Holding the mentality of never letting go of any clues, Nero immediately adjusted his direction and chased it.

Chapter 53: The Gunpowder Keg in Britain is Burning

What is love like?

Some say it is the sunshine in the severe cold, some say it is the flame in midsummer, some say it is the sweetness of cherries, and some say it is the bitterness of coffee.

Maybe it's all right, maybe it's all wrong, but for Joan, it's all.

In the conference hall of Buckingham Palace, the atmosphere has never been tense. It is more sinister than serious.

The King of Britain, Altria, sat on the western seat, watching the turmoil of the two parties in the meeting, abiding by the principle that silence is golden, and did not speak, and beside her, Morgan Lefé sat silently on the side. Thinking of something, as if indifferent to everything.

Joan of Arc, the chairman of the European Union, sat on the main seat on the east side, staring at the void, with a cold expression on his face, and said nothing.

But elsewhere on the conference table, the heroes from both sides of the strait had already quarreled together.

"How about a happy decision made by everyone in Britain now? Who are you helping?"

In the east seat, Francis Drake, wearing a casual pirate hat, endured the anger in his heart and stared at a knight of the round table opposite, while on the west side, Mordred also explained anxiously.

"So I didn't say it? Did you listen to me well? We have a military alliance with Ireland. How could we let you fight them?"

Mordred was holding his hair and trying to explain the relationship between Britain and Ireland. It was like an outsider who wanted to cross her bed to beat her roommate, and this roommate was still her brother. In this case, as an old man It's hard to make Britain of Big Brother.

"You do have a military alliance with Ireland, but there is also a military alliance between Britain and Europe, so what's wrong with being neutral?"

Drake leaned forward with his hands on his hips, saying that although I am going to beat your brother, I am also your brother. Isn't it a rule not to help each other in the civil war?

"After all, why are you guys bargaining with me here? Are you not a British?"

Mordred pointed to Drake with an expression like you were a traitor. It was a pity that Drake didn't care about this accusation of the rebellious knight. She looked at the European joint generals on both sides. Met Mordred's eyes.

"Because I am a Briton, I can still reason with you."

Drake gritted his teeth and let out the cruel words that she had endured for a long time. He sat back in his seat and stopped speaking, and Mordred's expression became solemn, and he sat back under Gawain's pull.

So the meeting room was obviously full, but weirdly fell into silence.

The knights of the round table on the west side: Lancelot, Gawain, Tristan, Bedwell, Mordred, all frowning, they exchanged eye contact with each other, waiting for instructions from the King of Arashi sitting in the center.

The European heroes on the east side: Drake, Edmond, Siegfried, Beowulf, Andersen, but every face is very bad. They have not had any discussions or whispers since the beginning of the meeting, even speaking. Drake is basically a representative.

Altria looked at the evil generals on the opposite side, and lowered his eyes slightly.

They are all angry, and Altria understands the reason.

After all things are related to that person.

The theme of the current conference is that Britain acts as a mediator to create a better atmosphere for the upcoming Irish representatives and strive to resolve the conflicts between the two parties. However, for this seemingly not too difficult request, Britain is better than it. The flies are also disgusting.

The reason is the current contradiction between the two countries.

Saint Laurent's relic-the cross of Saint Reptilian cloth

This contradiction is a bit too big, too big for Britain to bear.

On the last day of last year, a decisive battle against the mystery was launched across Europe. In what is now known as the Battle of Glory, the mysterious forces of Europe were swept away and stood for decades of mystery. The national federation, represented by the leader Walklord, was completely defeated. Now, half a year later, this country is on the verge of extinction in Africa.

But war is always cruel, and where there is gain, there is pay. The characters of peace are always written in the blood of soldiers. In that stunning battle, nearly 100,000 apostles died on the battlefield, and the leader of the European Union, the Holy See The saint Roland also died in that battle. He turned into a sky-reaching flame, turning into ashes along with the mysterious infinite sin.

From the lost Christmas to the battle for glory, this is the unspeakable grief of the European Union country. Too many people have died in this short period of seven days, from recruits who have been enlisted for less than a week to veterans who have battled through the battle, from the lowest level of soldiers to As the leader of the presiding judge, each of them did not bow before the fate of destruction.

For the survival of mankind, they launched a blitz decisive battle without any substantive support. Behind the success of the first battle is unity. After everything is over, both the survivors and the victims have received the highest respect from the people.

But even in this environment, the relics of the supreme leader who died together with the enemy to establish the victory were stolen.