My Heroic Life

The magical surge was transformed into holy power, and the white light shone in the thick fog again. The treated judges stood up one after another, understanding how amazing the impact of the giant dog was. They dispersed, while the blue giant dog Back with a mocking look.

"The monsters in the myth cannot appear in this world. Neither the Forest of the Nine Realms nor the illusory Heim Underworld can support them."

With these words, Malda answered the questions that everyone had previously raised. She looked at the monster who had heard the sound and turned to look at her, gradually widening her eyes, and then screamed.

"This guy is the Bloodhound Marx! The priest of the Beast Lair!"

The scream of the blue-haired saint awakened everyone suddenly, while the giant dog was interested in placing those blue-ray eyes on her.

"How did you recognize me?"

The hoarse male voice came from the giant dog, and Marx was a little curious.

It’s been six or seven years since this terrifying monster was detained. It’s only a few days since it’s been back on the battlefield. It’s normal if it’s recognized by an old acquaintance who has fought against each other, but the girl in front of you is obviously not among them. As a high-ranking hero, she couldn't have been on the battlefield at her age six or seven years ago.

"Tell me, I can make your death easier."

Marx is a fanatic who admires completely imitating the blood of the beast in his body. His normal life habits are as close as possible to the real Gamm. Now, the lunatic who turns into a beast in the form of a human is asking questions, and Malda has no doubts. A fearful response.

"The answer is simple, it told me."

The blue-haired saint looked behind Marx, and the magic power from all over her body quickly poured out. Through the flowing thick fog, everyone saw that a huge giant iron armored dragon transformed back into a physical body from the condensation of the ether. His body smashed directly into the beast of Marx from the air.

"boom!"

The earth trembled amidst the roar, and Tarasque, who was materialized by Malda with all his strength, showed great power. It knocked over the ice-blue giant dog. The stinged tail was like a gun, and the mouth sprayed like Long Yan surging like a river.

Bright red flames hit the ice-blue crystal body of Marx, the giant dog barked in pain, and layers of water and mist were permeated. The bodies of the two monsters were completely isolated from everyone under the action of the mist and water vapor.

"Talask can't hold him for long, take advantage of this, and go!"

Malda held the holy staff and gave orders loudly. If everyone in the team is in good condition, she might fight against the former No. 3 figure in the Beast Lair, but now after the war, if you start a war rashly, you will only kill yourself. .

Another layer of milky white light descended, and everyone in the team acted immediately in the light. Jeanne took the lead to open the way. Rogers pulled the black coffin behind him, and Malda was at the end of the team.

Under the full sprint, the judges in the team are like arrows from the string, quickly revealing the faint outline of the gate of Hull to the distance.

The ghostly figure in the thick fog of Marx is like the shadow of death covering everyone's hearts. Anxiety and fear are as uncomfortable as putting the heart on a frying pan for frying. The team marched silently, no one spoke. In the middle of them, they rushed towards the entrance of Nahaim's underworld, leaving behind the dragon flames that occasionally flashed through the sky and the chilling dragon roar.

In the cold wind blowing on the face, thick fog flew by on both sides, and the Hull gate where the outline could be seen in the distance gradually became clear, even the frozen ice above the metal gate was so familiar.

The gate remained as it was when Jeanne and Malda pushed open. The not-so-large gap could only allow two people to pass side by side, and the elite squad automatically became two rows as they moved quickly.

"Quickly!"

Rogers, with a black coffin on his back, passed through the gate side by side with Joan. He urged, but the next second the words stopped in the shaking of the earth as if the sky was collapsing.

The source of the vibration came from the city wall next to Hull’s Gate. A group of giant shadows fell across the dense fog in the whine of the air. The explosion-like roar was accompanied by gravel and air waves, embedded in the splashing dust. The giant on the wall fell to the ground and made a metal crashing sound.

That was the great iron armored dragon, Tarasque.

In the depths of the thick fog, the heavy footsteps sounded again, and the agitated dog barking sounded like a reminder.

"what happened?"

Joan turned her head amidst the inquiries of the judges. In front of her, Marda at the back of the palace still did not pass the exit of the gate.

The blue-haired saint looked at the wailing Tarasque and the exhausted crowd on the ground. She turned her head and looked at the silhouette of the beast in the thick fog. The cold wind blew her holy white hair accessories. There was a decision in the saint's heart in the gap of the gate.

"Malda?"

"You go."

The blue-haired saint looked at her junior with a gentle smile, while Joan turned her eyes wide.

"This is the underworld of Heim. There is no one behind. We can't run Marx."

"Even so, but..."

"The only one who can hold him here is me."

The blonde saint's face was distorted for an instant, and the reason as a soldier told her that it was the right thing to do, but as a human conscience, she couldn't leave this predecessor who treated her like a sister.

"Go! Jeanne, this is an order!"

The footsteps behind him were getting closer, and Malda gave orders, but the blond saint lowered her head and motionless, only the hand holding the flag was shaking.

"Jan of Arc, don't forget the mission, Saint Skeleton can't fall into the hands of the Zonglian Body anyway!"

Malda reminded him with a serious face, and the body of Jeanne shook when she heard the words. She turned to look at the black coffin that Rogers was carrying, her eyes blurred when she gritted her teeth unwillingly.

"go!"

The blond saint led the team away in tears, and not far behind, there was a sudden sound of metal collision.

"Bang Dang."

Joan turned her head and saw that the ice-covered door of the dead was closed tightly.

Author's message:

py: "Two-Equal Commander"

Introduction:

Javelin: Commander, I have been looking for you for a year, hurry up and rebuild the port area with me~

Belfast: Commander, how did you sneak out of the port area yesterday? Go back with me.

Chu Shou scratched his cheek in trouble, looking confused.

But he, obviously just crossed an hour ago, this one has been looking for him for a year, and the other said he left the port area yesterday...

Chu Shou: Could it be...I have traveled to the world of the new account created a year ago and the new account I started playing a week ago?

In other words, he will face the difficulty of choosing two port areas next.

So the question is, he, the commander... which port area should he choose?!

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Looks great.Go and see!

Chapter Eighteen Tianyuan Breakthrough (two in one)

The inquisitor squad moved forward in silence. They passed through the cave called Gnipa where the ice wolf monster was produced. A few ice wolves sprang up at them, but they were smashed by the jane's banner gun.

The blonde saint had tears in her eyes, and Rogers hesitated for a while and finally spoke.