My Heroic Life

Roland made an oblique cut and missed, while knocking out the red-haired man's attack, he said strangely:

"You have both the tenacious and unyielding breath of life, and the desire to destroy everything, which one is your true intention, or is you just a puppet controlled by the blood of God?"

"Although I have indeed traced my blood to see the King of Fire Giants, I am not a puppet of Surter."

The Flame Blade, which Isaac has relied on for his fame, exudes steaming heat. He grinned and said: "It is better to say that I am the heir approved by him. What you said is correct, whether it is life or destruction. Is part of this flame."

Roland raised his brows and felt in his heart. Indeed, in myths around the world, fire has two sides. On the one hand, it represents wisdom and warmth, protecting the first human beings on the road of civilization, and on the other hand, it represents disaster and death. , A little carelessness will catch fire.

"So, is this the reason why you have been under my attack without death?"

Roland glanced at the arm of the giant that Isaac had previously blocked the attack. The wound on it was slowly healing and disappeared in an instant. In contrast, Roland left some burning on his left fist. pain.

"A protracted war is not good for us." Isaac looked at the sky. Although it was undetectable, the night was indeed faint. He understood that when the sun rose, the court's various reinforcements would follow. The situation will change from time to time, and even if he wins, he may be unable to occupy Paris.

Not to mention that victory is so difficult to obtain.

Isaac, whose body is flowing with crimson lava, looked forward and said: "But when it comes to contradictions, it's better to talk about yourself than I am. Since just now, the killing intent in your breath has become heavier and cruel, but at the same time thinking Do you want to protect it?"

"Why not?" The young man with deeper and deeper eyes in his eyes arrogantly said: "Think of it this way. Tonight is a good night. I killed a group of maggots that hindered me and took back this land, this country. The dominance of the woman also rescued the woman who belonged to me."

"They are all my belongings now, I naturally want to protect them."

"Oh? Although he is a tyrant, he is very responsible."

Isaac tilted his mouth and said, "Then, since we don't want to delay time, let's decide the winner."

The red-haired man stroked the Blade of Flame, looking at a powerful enemy he had never encountered since the battlefield. Roland's strength was far beyond his expectations, so he had to take a huge risk and make a full blow.

Isaac roared loudly, rolling up turbulent flames all over his body. For the first time since reaching the realm of divine spirit, he completely liberated the power of his blood. In the huge pain of his body, he was wrapped in flames into a hot sphere. .

It is the extreme of light and heat, it is something like the fire left over from the beginning of the creation of the world. It rises from the night sky like the sun, and the light it emits makes the monsters on the ground cringe, the priest of the sect. When we saw this scene, their expressions changed.

"It's complete liberation!"

"What does he want to do, does he want to scorch us together?"

The people on the ground were shocked, but Roland above the sky was unmoved. He faintly watched the ball of light burst into flames, condensing into a thousand-meter-high giant before his eyes.

It was a terrifying demon with a crimson body, golden lines painted on the body, and flames on the top of his head. The entire sky turned into a sea of ​​flames under his power. He stood on top of the flames, like a king of hell. , And like the gods in mythology.

The sound of thunder explosion came from the sky of the giant, and he held up the long sword that reflected the night sky in his hand, chanting the name of the sword to inform the world.

"This sword is Levadin, the sword of flame, and the sword of destruction that burns the world in mythology. Under this sword, everything is declared to an end."

"Oh? That's amazing." Faced with the mighty power that seemed to cover the sky and the earth, the long-haired young man suddenly remembered the scene decades ago. It was also at that time. This giant made of flames galloped into the sky without any scruples. The yelling and mocking above his head seemed to be under his feet.

"You look very close to the prototype, right? Is this your proof of your successor?"

"Yes, abandon the human body and turn into a deity, so that Levadin's true power can be exerted."

Already said this for the giant of Surtel himself, he raised his sword and shouted loudly, "The strongest man, just use this sword to justify your name, and then destroy it."

After the voice of the gods that shook the world, the giant swung his sword down. Within that short moment, Roland's ears moved lightly and he heard some familiar sounds.

It was above the ground, the shouts of Joan of Arc and Malda who were fighting hoarse, and the desperate stopping of Morgan Leffield further away, and Altria in the sky, she was facing this side without hesitation. Come here.

Roland's pair of golden pupils stared at the flame blade that was swung at him, and estimated the power of the blow. If he swallows this sword, he will not only die, but the aftermath will probably turn the court below, and even the whole of Paris. For scorched earth.

Just like decades ago, they took away the things he loved in front of him, but thought he was weak and weak to be deceived, until he reached out his hand and sent everything to the end of destruction.

Now, the thing called the deity once again rides on his head, swinging a sharp blade at him and the people who love him, isn't the choice also the same?

The young man thought so, and chanted the curse of destruction again.

"Appear, Crown of Heaven."

He spit out softly, like a painful prayer, and like a helpless sigh, and in response to it, the crystal crown that once overlooked the Vigrid Plain once again appeared on the top of the sky, conforming to the master's call to release infinite power.

In the city of Paris, both sides of the fierce battle were shocked. The warriors of humanity saw the king, and the mysterious monsters knelt hurriedly, whether it was the panicking Marda and Jeanne or the tearful Morgan Leffe in the distance. Even Altria was affected and stopped, and a feeling emerged in their hearts.

He will not lose.

In this thought, they looked up at the sky. Under the blade of Levadin, the blade of destruction, the young man in the night sky raised a hand. The next moment, the blade had arrived, and the flames of destruction sparked a dazzling light. The wave of flames covering the entire city exploded in front of Roland.

"This is impossible!"

Amidst the giant’s exclamation, the figure of the young man was revealed. Above his raised arm was a huge blade of light hundreds of meters. The sword of extinction, Levadin, was raised empty-handed by him, and above him, The crown of heaven radiated brightly, and the blazing light intertwined on his body, seeming to be silently telling everyone.

Right here and now, people are king.

Chapter 128 Premonition of a Car Overturning

Roland felt the will to destroy all things in his hand, looked up at the flame giant who was as tall as contempt for all living beings, and grinned.

"You really haven't changed. Whether it was decades ago or now, you always like to look down on others and treat humans as ants."

"Abandon your body? Do you think you will become stronger in this way? You can use this flame sword to judge me?"

The young man clenched his hands with the words, and Levadin's gushing flames rolled down in his hands, and the cobweb-like cracks began to spread from his palm to the entire sword.

"Humanity has never been weak enough to be defeated by this toy, and mystery has not been great enough to overlook the common people. Giants have already passed away with the wind, and gods are not eternal."

In the words of the young man, the fire giant burst out with the energy of the scorched sky again. The half of the world that started from his body, whether it is the ground below his feet or the mountains in the distance, has been affected. The buildings began to emit thick smoke and the mountains and forests. Flames began to burst out from time to time, he roared loudly, the clouds were washed away, and half of the world seemed to be caught in the fire of the end times.

However, this majestic offensive has no effect on the long-haired young man. The crown above the zenith firmly guards the high altitude where its owner and itself are, and the raging flames dare not cross the thunder pond in the white light reflecting half of the world. In one step, the radiant cracks gradually spread along the sword body to the fire giant.

Isaac, who had already been transformed into Sirtel, let out a painful grunt, and the white light around Roland was more radiant as if it were real, and he declared in a cold voice in the light.

"So the madman who dared to oppose me in the name of God in this place of humanity, it is time to be judged."

In the announcement, the youth released unparalleled shocks and waves of air. The fissure sword in his hand shattered at the sound. Thousands of fragments of the fire of the world burst and fell, and were blown up by the explosion of air. The fire giant's eyes widened at the moment the long sword in his hand shattered, and he was seeing the bright light in the young man's other hand.

That is the source of shocks and air waves. It is also the source of the power that crushes Levadin. Under this fascinating power, any ability to hide the figure or near immortality will lose its effect. Under the crown, in front of the king, all concealment is a crime. Gods are no different from mortals, and their lives are equal.

"Disappear."

In the words without much emotional ups and downs, the young man released a blow in his hand. It was a light that could not be matched by ten thousand flash bombs. The thousand-meter body of the giant of fire was submerged in this strong light, and half of the red world occupied by it was The color was brushed away from the light, and everyone on the ground stopped moving in the light. They intuitively felt that the battle on the sky had a result.

After a long wait, the white sun in the night sky finally slowly extinguished. In the high sky that human eyes could hardly see, the deity Surtel facing the youth was no longer there, and only a flaming light was left floating in the night sky.

Isaac knelt on one knee in the flames of fire, his broken sword was held in his hand, and his body was bleeding out, no longer like lava, but ordinary red.

"Hmph, hahaha, isn't it obeying the gods, but treating them as equals with people? Is God an ordinary creature in your eyes?"

"Maybe the power that can be controlled is stronger, but they are all the same. If you are guilty, you must be punished, and the trial will not be affected.

"Well, treat everything as equal. This may be your arrogance. It is completely different from those of us who are proud of the blood of God." The red-haired man looked up at the flame Hongxia that was still not dissipated and laughed. Li smiled and said, "I lost."