My Heroic Life

"Hehe, it seems you still care about me."

"So even if I win, Alisa will probably be jealous, but...I will probably ask her to take care of you in the future."

Anna smiled helplessly, and the youth's tears were already overflowing.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late, sorry..."

The tearful man repeated his reproach, while the woman in his arms grabbed the hem of his clothes and shook her head anxiously.

"No, don't blame you, we are too weak."

Anna squinted sadly. As a lower-level hero awakened in the era of magical recovery, she was actually at the top of this turbulent era, but even so, she still knew the limitations of her power.

She tried to control her body, and tremblingly stretched out her hand to stroke the man's cheek in front of her.

"Mianxia, ​​do you know? I used to feel immense joy because of being a hero, but unlike others, the reason for my joy is not because of the extraordinary power, but because I feel that I am qualified to stay here. By your side."

"But now it seems that I am too naive."

The blonde woman looked around. The dead bodies of the inquisition soldiers and monsters fell nearby and turned into frozen corpses. In the distance, on the ice-covered plain, there was a sea of ​​corpses of monsters.

That's where the man in front of him came.

"You've been suppressing yourself." Anna stroked his side face in distress, and said distressedly: "We are dragging you down."

"No, Anna, what I need is never your strength, what I need is that you can be by my side."

The man choked up and the woman in his arms smiled like a flower.

"You said that, I'm so happy. In fact, there is another advantage of being a hero, that is, you can control the aging of your appearance and allow you to keep looking at my young girl."

She tilted her head and pressed her cheek to the man's chest and nudged it coquettishly.

"But after all these years, are you tired of it?"

"No."

"Ha ha."

"Don't ask me to be crowned, just like before."

"So, then...Lan?"

"Ok."

She smiled sweetly, happy for the man's closeness, but then suddenly said something serious: "By the way, Lan, don't avenge me. After I die, leave here soon."

"..."

"Don't let go of a sinner...As a saint, I should have said that, but in fact, the most important thing in my heart now is not the people, but you. My wish."

"Haha, the saint is disqualified."

Tears flowed in the smile, and the saint in love leaned against the man's chest gradually blurred. The scenes of the two for decades flowed like a revolving lantern, Anna finally whispered.

"Lan, thank you for accommodating my waywardness for so many years."

"It's ok."

"If it feels painful, it's okay to run away."

"Ok."

"I really want to go back to our previous church."

"I'll be with you."

"If I can go back to the past, I won't ask you to save others, I just want the two of us to live quietly."

"..."

The girl's words reminded the man of the quiet morning and quiet afternoon. The blonde girl read the doctrine, and the sleepy youth in front of him was the happiest time in his life.

"Lan"

"Ok?"

"......I love you."

"Ah, me too."

"Ok."

The saint smiled, her hand touching the man's cheek dropped gently, closing her eyes forever in the arms of her lover.

Chapter 5 Judgment Day

Anna was dead, her breathing stopped, her heartbeat disappeared, the blood in her body was almost drained, her body was pale and cold, and her soul was also scattered in the world.

The saint died while taking away the heart of the young man.

Long wavy hair covered his eyes, leaving only trembling lips. The moment the girl closed her eyes, he gritted her teeth, then choked silently, tears falling like rain.

The encounter with her started 30 years ago. In that early morning in Paris, the young man who had come to the world sat alone in the church and was at a loss until the girl opened the door and happily ran over to talk.

"That, are you who?"

"...Yin, no, Roland."

This is the encounter of the two, ordinary and without pretense.

The man was holding the dead girl, watching the huge ship that was gradually turning into a solid in the distance, and listening to the howls of horrible wolves resounding on the earth, above his head, a giant of flames riding a horse, playing The sound of destruction.

However, none of this affects the young man. He treats the mythical dusk scene as nothing, and just embraces the girl, as if sitting alone in the audience.

He whispered, as if to a girl, and as if to himself.

"Anna, I'm already tired."

He stared into the distance with no waves or focus, and he seemed to walk past the companions who once built their homes together but are now separated by heaven and man forever.

"Crowder, Nelson, Christopher, John..."

He was chanting the names of his dead friends. The youth who had been surrounded by everyone came back to his senses, and found that there was no one around him, only the eternal loneliness.

"You have been wrong about me. I am not a great person. The great is you. You are like light, and I am just a coward chasing light."

"I actually never thought about saving people. It was you who saved them. Under your guidance, we met in that chapel and went all the way in the chaotic situation. Then there was the European Union. There is a trial court."