My Heroic Life

"This time the blood of the gods did not fall into their hands, the result is not too bad."

"We must seek new achievements to consolidate our position, even if it is to prepare for a future break... We can't cancel the original plan just for the appearance of one person."

Although he didn't say it clearly, Leiden had already begun to advocate an offensive. At present, the huge internal conflicts between the two factions in the clan need to be released. It seems that the pressure on him by the great priest Walklord who has returned from hell is too great.

On the other hand, under the plan of the previous leader, the Frostflame Hand has penetrated the European Union high-level for many years. Now the conditions are ripe and it can indeed be closed.

"Isaac, can you get out there?"

"I will organize a battle against the pharaohs recently. There should be enough time after the war. My direct line of troops has absolute loyalty to me."

"It's all right here at the Beast's Den. We have few people."

The three top commanders finished reporting to each other and cast their eyes on the silver-haired woman at the forefront. Mimir's pale blue eyes looked forward, seeming to be deducing the progress of things. After a long time, she closed her eyes, like ice and snow. His beauty brought some worries.

"That person is a variable we didn't expect."

Mimir began to answer the question again, but none of the three of them interrupted, but just listened.

"The Tribunal already knows the source of God's blood. He will walk to the stage, and we will just watch the changes."

"Watch the changes? What do you mean?"

Fenry, who didn't quite understand it, waited for a while and couldn't hold back asking, Mimir said lightly:

"Wokrod and the others are ready to do it, the most suitable candidate has been selected, and your problem will no longer be a problem."

The silver-haired woman frowned slightly, as if disgusted with the predicted result.

"Although the way is disgusting, he will undoubtedly die."

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In the Temple of Asaph, Walklord's gray hair flickered in the sun, but in the eyes of others, it was not warm at all. It just made people feel inexplicably cold.

The old man is pruning the branches of the plant at this time. He seems to be a sage who ignores world affairs. He moved the scissors, seeming to inadvertently say to the man not far away: "Oh, so you want to kill him. ?"

"It's just a heroic spirit who survived fortunately a century and a half ago. I really don't understand what you are afraid of."

Not far from Walklord, the blond young man looked at the old man in disdain, mocking his timidity and weakness.

"You are old, even if you get strong power, you are not enterprising, but you were afraid of him after losing to him decades ago, but in fact it is just a psychological shadow, there is nothing to be afraid of. "

When the old man stopped trimming the potted plants, he glanced at the arrogant young man.

"Nothing to be afraid of? Haha."

Walklord smiled, and the crown that appeared on the top of the sky half a century ago appeared in his mind again. There is nothing to be afraid of?Is it really so?

When he hadn't seen the mighty force that could shake his faith, Rockward once felt that there was nothing in this world to be afraid of, but the result?The high-level corpses of the Judgment Day Sect were all over the country, and the whole country was devastated, and only these young people who knew nothing could utter wild words without any worries.

But also, the blood of the gods can always bring them confidence and courage, allowing them to rush to their opponents who have to think twice.

"Odin, you don't know your opponent yet, but I appreciate your courage and will not stop you."

Walklord continued to trim the branches, he said lightly:

"But just relying on brute force to kill him is not necessarily a good idea. Your god's blood should contain wisdom. I think you can add some other means."

"What do you mean?"

"Isolate him, whether it is because of strength or influence, the powerful and powerful people of the European Union will not like him. The hero should live in the story. He comes out like breaking the existing balance and suffering from those disgusting fats. The pigs’ resistance is inevitable, but the giants should be able to do this, and I will give you another thing."

Walklord stretched out his hand, threw a small box in his arms towards Odin, and said with a smile:

"The power of human law may not have flaws, but it does. Human beings are human beings after all. As long as you can use it well, you can kill him."

The blond youth looked at the box in his hand and felt the power in it, his face changed slightly, and he looked at the old man who once again focused on pruning flowers and plants silently.

This kind of thing can't be made in a short while, does this old immortal predict that he will come?Or is it just a coincidence?

Now that Walklord has returned to the power of the crown of gods, Odin, who was originally the leader of the Temple of Asaph, feels that his position has been shaky, and he must do something to prove himself.

After thinking about it for a long time, Odin did not throw the box back. He put it away and walked out of the palace quickly.

Walklord stopped holding the scissors in his hand, and the old man looked in the direction he was leaving with a cold smile.

Author's message:

py: "As a servant of a saint, why does the devil always fuck me to death"

Introduction: The start has the worst luck, and he is reborn as a three-no-crosser who has no plug-ins, no power, and no talent, and has become a loli.

Starting from servants, bad luck is natural.

No magic talent.

No martial arts qualifications.

**Still a tablet.

Even inexplicably regarded as a thorn in the eye by the devil.

I still want to kill me.....

but why.

The saint considers me a sister?

Can the emperor anger mountains and rivers for me?

Holy Magister is willing to accept me as a direct disciple?

The pinnacle is willing to escort me?

It can be contemplated, am I just a servant of low status and unlucky chief?

The kind that the whole world wants to kill me!

[Orange in orange, a little sweet]

Chapter 76—The Two-person World of Stealing Home

Thunder and Clouds are on their way, but Roland in the hot spring hall knows nothing, at least for now, he is still in the sun.

In front of the bedroom mirror, the long-haired young man was recalling recent events.

The Iberian Demon Realm incident has been over for nearly a week, and Joan has basically completed the follow-up work. Drake, who was involved in the incident, was guaranteed by Joan, and Roland was safe and sound under the various backdoors that Roland had walked through Alisa. After the review, the funeral is being handled for her crew.