My Heroic Life

Yin Lan smiled. He did not look at the horrible mouthparts of Fu Tigeng close at hand, but softly called the girl in front of him as if he greeted good morning.

"Do you feel it, the same heart."

He looked back and forth at the heart of light beating on the two chests, and repeated the words that he had said several times.

"We are one."

Altria was crying for a moment, but the heart of her chest felt the emotion of the lover in front of her, calm and calm.

She immediately tried her best to control the expression on her face. This was the wish of the man in front of him, and the last expedition of the girl's lover. How could she insult his determination with tears.

"It's time to end."

Yin Lan spoke, and then his eyes changed. He looked at Fu Tigeng, his eyes full of heroic fighting spirit.

"Lily!"

"Ok!"

Now that the minds are connected, the two no longer need to communicate too much, and Altria, who responded to Yin Lan, stretched out her hand, calling for the weapon that can end all evil.

"Holy Spear! Pull the anchor!"

As if the holy spear made of holy white cane was buzzing and flying, it floated to Altria's hand as if it had spirituality, and then, there was a holy breath in the golden wind haze.

Altria held the gun body, and the golden beam of light directly connected to the sky showed spiral fluctuations. The etheric magic in the Camelot area returned like a swallow. They sang and sang and were sucked into Altria's by the whirlpool. Within the body, the turbulent power in the resonant body continued to flow to the holy spear. Since then, the mighty power that mortals could not imagine finally found an exit. She could feel the ocean-like magic power being poured into the weapon in her hand, and the holy spear was like a black hole. It will be absorbed continuously.

In the heartbeat that resounded through the world, the two hands were on top of the holy gun, and the collision between the heart and the heart made Lungominiad shine.

The shackles that limited the power of the holy spear, the mechanism called "Thirteen Restrictions" began to operate, the round table decision was forced to activate, the king of knights looked calm, she opened her mouth to chant the name of the loyal knights under her.

"Kay, Bedwell, Jaholis..."

One by one, the names were exported, corresponding to the seals being unlocked one by one. Driven by the force of humanity, Lungominiad uncovered the false skin, and finally showed the original power of the star anchor.

Votigeng felt his heart like a sharp blade at this moment. He keenly smelled the breath of death. Under the uncontrollable fear and madness, he waved his forearm and detonated the body formed by the power of his island.

This was his last resort. It was like throwing a burning match into an oil well. The half of the dragon's body was converted into an explosion by him, which caused an irresistible magical impact. Camelot once again in the black turbulence. Suffering severe damage, the sandstone ruins were crushed into powder in an instant.

The turbulence of the explosion also broke through the defenses of Golden Fenglan. The dragon on the left half of Fu Tigeng disappeared, and the body on the right was also dripping with blood. The heavy injury made him more fierce. He gritted his teeth and raised his right paw towards it. The radiant two delivered a fatal blow.

At the juncture of life and death, the two people under the dragon's claws did not have any panic. They did not avoid it, and looked at each other calmly, only determination and love in their eyes.

The names of the thirteen knights were chanted, and in the brilliant glory of the liberation of the holy spear, Altria spoke and read that the last one was not among the resolutions and was also the name of the fourteenth knight of the round table.

"Lan."

"Ok."

The young man smiled and nodded, then the two held guns and stab the dragon that brought endless disasters together.

""The Rhongomyniad (Rhongomyniad)!!!""

On that day, the splendor of the holy gun ran through the sky across Britain, spanning hundreds of kilometers of coastline, and Britain’s 60 million soldiers and civilians witnessed the miracle of human justice, and the world shook.

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py: "Master, I don't want to be a little boy"

Introduction: Crossing the world of Gaowu in a certain year and certain month.

Met a beautiful master.

I am familiar with the risk of crossing, holding the golden thigh tightly. In the future, I dream of walking the world with the sword and dominating the world.He Nai, my little dream hasn't started to come true. Master kicked the martial arts master who is known as the best in the world to the ground.

So I dreamed of entering the rivers and lakes for the first time to find my own fairy and Taoist couple, but because the senior sisters were too beautiful, my little bud was strangled in the cradle.

Immediately after that, I dreamed of abandoning martial arts and working in business, but I was told by the beautiful master that the wealth of the martial arts in recent years was enough to buy a country.

Go away, you damn banknotes, this is not the life I want!

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It smells so good!

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The lovely author of this book sent me the wrong title, poof, it's also cute

Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen The Entrustment Amidst Cheers

Love and determination are like sparks, igniting magical power to inspire treasures, and the power that reaches the zenith is released, turning into light that fills the field of vision.

Lungominiad, the anchor of the star, is the force that fixes the outside and the inside, stabilizes the world, and is also the only decisive weapon that can completely kill Votigung.

Now, that endless brilliance is carrying the hearts of the two of them, passing through the sky of Britain like stars, accompanied by the demise of the magic dragon and the closing of the hole of the world.

Vottigung is dead.

For decades, this Britain has led the fantasy species to impact civilization time and time again, and even the demon king who once pierced the surface and shocked the world disappeared in this light. The body formed by the power of the island was combed by the power of the holy spear. The original magic power then went with the wind in the endless stream.

Camelone’s strong light gradually extinguished, and the hole was closed. At the same time, the giants resurrected by the magic of the world also turned into a pool of mud, Lancelot, Gawain, Mordred, and many British heroes who participated in the war. They stopped fighting and looked at them.

"That fellow Votigeng disappeared, so we won?"

"Well, we won."

"Long live my king!"

"God bless Britain, I am very touched!"

The heroic spirits confirmed the victory of the war, and at the same time, the British army who witnessed the defeat of the underdog at the city gate began to cheer.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

The young soldiers cheered and threw down their weapons and hugged each other, crying for the fact that they were still alive.

The elderly lower heroes sat down on the ground comfortingly, chanting the names of their old friends who died in the war, conveying the news of victory, and letting them rest in peace.

Over Camelot, the dark clouds that seemed to never be able to disperse were finally driven away by the golden haze wind, revealing a red sky under the setting sun.

Wan Dao Xia shining from the sky shone on the nearly 100,000 soldiers outside Camelot. The fantasy species sensed the death of the humble king and began to flee, while the human warriors were confused and stood in place with weapons in their hands.

Then they heard the cheers of the distant royal city. The soldiers looked over and saw two flags raised on the top of the chalk city that once belonged to the humble king, one for Britain and the other for King Arthur.

"That is......"