My Heroic Life

My Heroic Life Chapter 250

Yedel shook his head and didn’t care about the top of his head. Instead, he looked forward, the headquarters of the Tribunal. As long as the headquarters of the Tribunal was captured there and destroyed, the European Union’s ability to deal with various affairs would immediately fall off, especially In terms of military situation, the morale of the soldiers on the front line of the Forest of the Nine Realms will be basically destroyed when they learn that Paris has fallen. Even if they are maintained by heroic spirits, they will probably be wiped out.

She watched countless monsters starting to attack the Tribunal’s headquarters from all directions, and nodded with satisfaction. Due to the sudden increase in the number of enemies, the Tribunal was already weak again, and the gap in the quality of soldiers began to manifest. Fire giants with human intelligence have already Begin to try to hold the two heroes, the two sides entered the fierce battle stage for a time, and the number of casualties increased rapidly.

Yedel's huge body overlooked the battlefield. She knew that reinforcements from all over the court had begun to mobilize to Paris, but because of the existence of Nagilfa, she did not dare to take the empty road. The formation of an army from land would probably arrive before dawn.

Time was not on his side. Yedel thought about this, dragging the giant to join the battle and smashing the enemy, and the apostles on the ground saw her movement indeed came out with exclaims, all faces Lu desperate.

She admired the horrified faces of everyone on the ground, but did not notice a row of black jagged iron piles in the sky behind her.

Chapter 126 The Knights of the Round Table Can Talk

"Let's fall!"

In the sound of the command, the black piles in the sky fell like a sentence of execution gun, they fell into the body of the giant snake, burning with the heat of the evil in the enemy's body.

The hit Yedell roared in pain, her huge body turned over to cause the ground to scream, the snake head was scanning the surroundings, footsteps heard, she suddenly turned to look at the figure walking out not far away.

"Haha, how did that look just now?" Joan walked out of the shadows in a purple and black armor, looking at the giant snake in front of him full of hatred: "Your path has been cut off, feel my anger, snake girl !"

"Tsk!"

The vertical pupils of Yedel's reptile stared at the witch in front of her and tightened. She wanted to move her body, but the burning pain in her body attracted her attention. As a mythical creature inheriting the blood of God, curses and the like are reasonable. If she can't hurt her, then what is the cause of the pain that is raging in the body now?

"what have you done?"

The giant snake contracted its muscles to push out the black piles on his body with magic power, and asked the witch not far away coldly. Joan showed a disgusting smile on his face and said: "The flames of those black piles will ignite the body of people who are hostile to me. Irregularities and filth, look at you, it seems to be very painful."

Joan mocked at the giant snake: "Now you know how filthy you are?"

Yedel looked at the happy dragon witch, and did not speak as much as before, but directly shook her body to knock it into the air, but what she did not expect was that after the mutation, except for the defensive power decreased, Joan's various values ​​have been greatly improved.

She is like a fairy dancing in the moonlit night, making Yevil whose body is huge and fixed perspective can not find a trace, and the black piles that can burn her body pierce her body from all directions without stopping, here Under this circumstance, Yedel began to destroy nearby buildings indiscriminately, so that she could occasionally spot Joan of Arc.

The two of them walked and fought, and quickly deviated from the direction of the court. Yedel found that the distance from the battlefield was almost far enough, and laughed:

"Do you think it's useful to play hide and seek with me? You think you are leading me away? Hehe, naive."

As she said this, she opened her mouth, and the turbid poisonous mist was billowing in her mouth.

"I hope it was me who brought you here. Go to hell, in this poisonous mist of destruction!"

Yedel laughed wildly and yelled, and the turbid gas in the huge mouth sprayed around like a waterfall, and quickly covered the surroundings. In this poisonous gas, the wooden building gradually rotted and collapsed, and the steel also made a sneer of corrosion.

The giant snake looked around and found that the black pile that had continuously attacked her had been cut off. She vomited with satisfaction. Just about to leave, she heard the voice of a girl coming from under her.

"Roar! My anger."

At the feet of the giant snake, Joan of Arc wielded the flag gun liberation treasure and pierced hard. The powerful attack penetrated the body of the giant snake. At the same time, flames and countless black piles broke out. The fire burned along the snake body, and the piles came from the ground. Penetrating in, Yedel screamed, pulling away and looking down incredibly.

"Damn it! How did you come alive?"

Facing the enemy's question, Jeanne smiled mockingly.

"It's very simple, thanks to you, my treasure has changed." Joan raised the cursed banner in his hand and said: "Now it can take the enemy's attack and expand it and reflect it back, no matter what it is. Form, poison and curse are no exception."

"How could it be so..."

Yedel's pupils contracted, and he felt inexplicably that he might have created a monster unintentionally. The current saint's physical fitness has improved while retaining all the previous skills, but gaining new abilities.

Looking at the culprit that made her degenerate, Joan smiled and said bitterly, "Then, let me return the abilities you gave me one by one."

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In the headquarters of the Tribunal, there are already dead bodies on the clean and tidy grass. The fallen apostles are deadly wounded but not extinct because of their blood. The fragments of various monsters are laid in layers. In one place.

Swarms of demons flew in the sky, shooting at the archers and magicians in the building window. After they were hit, their dead bodies fell to the ground. They were kicked away by the charging team. The usual priceless heart lies now. No one cares about the chest.

No way, life is more important than money. This is probably the voice of all the judges now.

The battle situation is still fairly flat, not because of the monsters' slack, but because two more heroes joined the battle in the court.

The Marda laser fort opened again, and the white beams plowed the ground. The apostles couldn’t help but sigh that the Holy Light could protect the world again today, and Da Vinci was also in business with him, the hero in charge of information, which was rare to sink. She was breathless, at this time she was wearing a metal multifunctional hand armor, holding a staff to release spells of various schools.

Siegfei has already entered the enemy group alone. His permanent treasure named Dragon Blood Kai is immune to damage below the upper heroic level. It is really a magical weapon when dealing with weak chicken enemies. It is a weakness, and therefore he rarely rushes into the enemy line alone.

But now, a reliable teammate sheltered him, and the attacks on his back were resisted by the carapace that suddenly appeared in the air before touching his body. Tarasque's egg hurts tightly. It looked at it and obviously killed it. Zigefei, who was less of a kind, resisted the urge to pull him and glanced back at his master.

"Get along with."

Malda said so with a "kind" smile.

"Oh oh oh!"

Tarasque dragon's eyes were tearful and his face was well-behaved.

The battle continued to heat up like this, and the number of soldiers who fell to the ground continued to increase. Da Vinci frowned as she estimated the rate of casualties. She knew that if this continued, they were likely to hold on until dawn.

When she was secretly worried about the solution, the sound of a piano suddenly came from her ears, and then the magical impact beam of the lake light split the monsters in two, and then the radioactive burning light from the sky.

The running frost giant stopped, the flying demons also stopped in the air, the fire giant warriors looked at the three people walking behind their faces changed, and the court began to cheer.

Lancelot, Gawain and Tristan came from the rear, their backs were straight, their faces were serious, and after discussing with each other, they stopped and announced loudly: "I will wait for the King of the Round Table, Arthur Pendragon. I’m here to support the prospective Prince Roland."

After the three shouted these words, they all breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other and nodded.

"Should it work? The saint on the other side is staring at us."

"Well, simple and clear, almost done, let's do it!"

"Then, I'll wait for the three knights to join!"

With the announcement, the battle started again.

Chapter 127 The Appearing Crown

Can the sword convey will?People with a little bit of common sense may answer no. In the final analysis, it is just a simple weapon. At most, it can be judged by appearance and sharpness. It has neither personality nor will, unless it is a place where swords like Britain are frequently used. Maybe you can hear the whispers of the elf from the sword.

The same is true for Roland. Unless he has a holy sword or magic sword of will, it is just a simple weapon, but the sword itself cannot transmit will, but the person who uses it can give it.

Just like now, the sword blade that burns like magma and emits a red light like the sun, which contains indescribable sword intent.

It was a sword intent with two diametrically opposite feelings of destruction and tenacity. Roland squinted his eyes and turned sideways, the majestic crimson blade rubbed his body to the distant mountains like this. , There was no overflowing magical power and flames, just the shock wave formed by the strong wind that caused the attack to make a huge roar.

This attack that might be able to kill the heroic spirit with a sword is so casual in the hands of the red-haired man, just like an ordinary slashing, Roland swings the sword at the same time as he gently sideways, and also sends out a blow with sword energy that shakes the mountains and rivers, invisible. The waves shook a circle, followed by the explosion of ether.

As the explosion spread in chains, Isaac stretched out his arm. The yellow-red giant arm was like the strongest shield in the world, blocking all attacks from the explosion. He blocked the offensive and immediately swung his sword to counterattack, but Roland swung it. The magical impact of the punch was off the blade.

"Your sword is really contradictory, it's better to say you are contradictory."

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