My Heroic Life

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"Yes, my majesty."

Bruce's buckled waist straightened, and it only took a moment.

To the terminal in his hand, he looked serious and straight, like a soldier being inspected by the king. He responded loudly, but his voice was hoarse but like Hong Zhong, with the belief that it would be executed.

The elderly Bruce was emotional, causing Rhein and others not far away to frown strangely.

"Who is he talking to?"

"There is weirdness, go and grab his terminal!"

"Wait, he seems to be talking to that Roland!"

Rhein looked at his terminal and suddenly realized, but it was too late. The guards surrounding the abnormally moving old man had not touched Bruce. The crutches in the old man’s hand had burst in the light of magic, shattered sawdust. Flying around, the apostles surrounding him subconsciously covered their eyes.

So the last scene of their lives was fixed on their hands. Among the broken wooden sticks, an old enchanted long sword designed in the last century was exposed. A white light flashed, and a thin line came from the waist of four people in front of it. Pass in between.

"Puff!"

Bruce glanced at the people who were frozen for an instant, took the sword and stepped out from the crowd. The long sword was covered in dust for decades, and it was stained with blood just after seeing the light.

Rhein watched the old man being killed for a few seconds before he began to spray blood. The faces of the guards who were slowly separated up and down suddenly changed, and the atmosphere around him suddenly rose to the extreme.

Master of swordsmanship.

This word appeared in his heart, and it made him tense for an instant. He looked at Bruce who was walking with a long sword, and reached out to touch his sword, while a howling cry came from his ear.

"Ah! Killed! Guard! Where's the guard outside!"

"Bruce! What are you doing? Are you crazy? Are you not one of us?"

"I'm not crazy, I was indeed one of you just now, but now..." He pointed to the terminal on his wrist and said, "I am a Templar."

After answering in this way, the white-haired old man glanced at the senior officials who were screaming excitedly and curled his lips full of disgust.

"When the two of you died, they shouted like this? How about your grace? It's really mud that can't hold up the wall."

Bruce sighed happily. The time spent with these pretentious soft-footed shrimps really killed him. He used to think that the stray dogs that were always barking in front of the door when he was a child were annoying enough. Now, I didn’t expect to see something more powerful when I was old.

"Fortunately, I have cultivated myself for a long time. If you used to speak insulting adults, your head would have taken off."

Bruce had an expression of complacency that I have endured until now. He looked forward. At this time, the high-ranking officials had gathered behind the branch minister Rhein, and the sound of killing came from outside the meeting room.

"Bruce, what are you doing now! Do you think there is hope for this country? You will be crushed by the wheels of history, don't you understand?"

"I don't understand." The old man rubbed his temples honestly, and said to the senior officials who were still praising his wisdom ten minutes ago: "I'm a fisherman, a part-time swordsman, and a rough man."

Bruce took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood on his sword, and said without raising his head, "From my point of view, you just know too much, you know corruption, you know how to eat inside and out, and now you know how to betray your country and seek glory, unfortunately, smart. People don’t live long."

"You idiot, I...Ah! Rhein you! Puff..."

The fat official who was talking to Bruce hadn't finished speaking, and Rhein, who was his patron saint, was cut under the sword. The old man raised his head and glanced at Rhein, who had killed all the burden, and his face sank.

"Oh, he's a vicious kid."

Bruce smiled and raised his sword. At the same moment, Rhine swooped forward.

The two long swords intersect, one is a beautifully decorated shiny silver sword, the other is an old and simple matte iron sword, just like their masters, one was born in peaceful times, the last batch of lower heroes of the last century, the other is The wounded veteran who survived the melee when the war was raging.

Both of them are low-ranking heroes, but Bruce, who is experienced on the battlefield, beats Rhein with sophistication. Rhein, who has not fought with opponents of the same level for many years, is frequently deceived by the old man's fake actions, and he is scarred within ten seconds of fighting.

However, the old man’s face is not relaxed, but dignified. He is actually unable to make too many shots when he is old and injured. Just like now, his sword power is beginning to decrease, and Rhein who perceives this is fierce. The grinning laughed.

"Haha, you are not dead, you are really strong, but what's the use? You are too old."

He smashed Bruce's crosscut with a sword, gritted his teeth and said:

"You are like your broken sword, like this country, like your master who doesn't know the heights of the earth, what do you think you have? You dare to fight against us in power!"

The fierce battle made his eyes red, and he swung his sword brutally like a beast, pressing the white-haired old man under the sword.

"Young people, we have a lot of things." Bruce looked calm. He looked at Rhine, who was excited about the victory on the opposite side of the sword, said: "We have loyalty, faith, and unyielding. Most importantly, we have the courage to resist. , But you probably don’t understand."

"Oh, I don't understand, just take your courage to die."

Rhine continued to press down on the sword, but saw Bruce's body covered with a layer of golden light.

"I am Bruce the Templar, by my lord's order, I will cut off evil!"

The old man chanted the holy words in his heart in a low voice, while Rhein's eyes widened, as if he saw an imaginary figure appearing beside Bruce.

At the same moment, a huge force exploded from the sword, and the long sword in Rhein’s hand was provoked by Bruce’s sword. The old man descended like a divine envoy in the golden light. His hands were folded and the long sword turned over, looking at Rhein’s incredible eyes. Since his body was hit by a sword.

"Trial!"

The golden light dissipated, and Bruce knelt on one knee while holding a sword in both hands, breathing blood from the enemy before him, splitting into two.

Chapter 113 I have the final say tonight

Bruce slaughtered in the Spanish branch. At the same time, the other Templars were not idle.

In Wolfsburg, Germany, William put away his folding spear, his feet were full of corpses, and he stood straight up looking at the holographic projection used by the rebels.

Luxemburg, White put down his longbow, he drew the bow lightly, and his subordinates immediately rushed out to deal with the scene. The old man gave a few words, combed his hairstyle and walked forward.

From the Iberian Peninsula to Scandinavia, the rebels’ calls for trial by their side continue one after another. The golden light repeatedly emerges when they encounter strong enemies, giving them the power to cut through obstacles and give way to one position. The knight turned danger to a breeze.

"Why, what's the matter?"

"What happened? This scream!"

There were endless exclamations in the headquarters of the Trial Chamber, and Pierre looked around in panic to check the status of the representatives of various places, and Frank stared at the young man standing below with a sword with a solemn expression.

In the midst of the clamor, the holographic projection of the German branch opened again, but the people who appeared surprised everyone, and then screamed.

"Isn't that William? How could he be here?"

"Where is the original Stephen?"

In the yelling and questioning, William kept his eyes straight, put his hands on his chest toward the young man below, and leaned over and bowed.

"Knight William, complete the task."

The old man said humbly. At the same moment, the holographic projection of Luxembourg also appeared again. The neatly combed old man in a suit and hair looked around and smiled, leaning over to salute the youth.

"Knight White, complete the task."