My Heroic Life

"I can't help it, use your method, hurry!"

The holy light fell, and this time it directly hit Morgan, who had fallen to the ground, and Altria, who was galloping over, glanced at Malda gratefully, and hurried to Morgan's side.

"Sister Wang, how are you?"

"Leave me alone, Holy Spear!" Morgan, who was aided by Malda, eased slightly. She raised her head and looked at Altria's red eyes for a moment, and then said anxiously: "With the Holy Spear, he is protected by others. , The holy gun can't kill him, but the holy gun should be useful for pulling out filth and pollution!"

"This...I understand!"

Altria hesitated for a while and immediately nodded in agreement. At the same time, the two saints who controlled Roland coughed up blood at the same time. Malda was originally weak, and now even though the young man's severely injured left arm is controlled It's hard work, but Joan on the other side is under more pressure.

"Let go, they're fine, what are you two doing again? Jeanne!"

Roland's twinkling pupils stared at the girl on the intact side of his arm. Jeanne faced him. The girl swallowed a mouthful of blood and gritted her teeth and said, "I'll be enough."

"what?"

"Depraved person, I am enough!"

The brave smile that Joan had kept on her face since the mutation disappeared. She was in grief, tears overflowed in her eyes, and the pain in her heart was hard to express.

"Whether it is a test or a punishment, I can't change the fallen witch, but you are different. You are my salvation. Only you. Please don't be like me!"

Listening to Joan's mourning pleading, Roland was sluggish for a while. Before he could answer, his feet suddenly fell, and his feet immediately fell into the ground.

"Magic? This kind of thing..."

He lowered his head and glanced at the ground, using magic power to pull his feet out, but he failed under the explosive force.

"Wait, this is... the ground vein!"

"Not bad."

Morgan struggled to prop up his upper body, wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled at Roland: "Although it can only be maintained, it is enough."

She looked at Roland, who was blocked by her limbs and could not move for a while, and shouted at the leaving figure in Lanfeng:

"Do it! Arthur!"

Chapter 134 Happy Family Stabbing

Altria held the holy gun forward, feeling nervous as never before.

The heartbeat sounded like a roar in her ears at this time. After a long time of training, the hand holding the gun, which has not been shaken across countless battlefields, trembles slightly at this time. There is no other reason. It is only because the target of the attack is her sweetheart, and this One blow is also crucial.

To sort out filth and pollution, this is one of the functions of the Holy Spear Lungominiad, and what Altria has to do now is to follow Morgan’s instructions to activate this ability of the Holy Spear to the maximum, and to maximize the damage and damage. The power is reduced to a minimum.

Roland’s power is too strong. In fact, everyone present knows that even if the four of them work together, he can’t beat him. It’s better to say that because of the previous attack, his heart was shaken and he is now subconsciously keeping his hands. Be bound.

And the moment of hesitation created by Morgan's sacrifice was the only chance to save him.

This blow is the last hope.

"Even if it consumes all my power, even if it absorbs my life, Lungominiad, respond to my wish!"

The ultimate compression force is contained and not sent, which means that you have to withstand the same degree of backlash. The wicker spear in Altria's hand is shining bright at this time, but her body has been activated and has nowhere to go. The power impact is riddled with holes.

But so what?

She clenched the holy spear and stirred her heart again. As long as the heart was still beating, even death would not be able to stop her from retrieving the steps she once loved.

Under this desire, Human Li finally moved, feeling this unshakable determination, the power crystal in Altria's heart released an endless stream of power, and her body began to shine as she moved forward. The brilliance of the holy spear no longer trembles unsteadily, but adheres to it as if it were substantive.

All obstacles disappeared, she raised her hand and stab the holy spear forward.

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"You two..."

Roland observed his current situation, the power of the veins under his feet would be difficult to release for a while, and the King of Lan was galloping right in front of him, but his hands were hugged by two girls.

Both Joan of Arc and Malda had tears in their eyes at this time, and they did not let go. Blood dripped from their mouths, causing Roland's brain to start to hurt again.

Driven by the powerful desire to kill, the young man fell into a distracted mood. He looked around in pain and realized that he could hardly get rid of the two for a while, and the magical reaction in front also caught his attention.

Lungominiad, that was the holy spear in the hands of King Arthur. The young man looked at the weapon wrapped in Fenglan, and suddenly felt a familiar aura on it. The power crystal in his body seemed to tremble a little, he almost intuitively felt Now I am afraid of it.

Lanliu blew over the clothes on her body, and the tip of the holy spear zoomed closer and closer in front of her eyes, and Roland's golden eyes gradually widened, mobilizing the nearby ether to transform into magical impact.

"Do you think you can hit me by blocking me? All the magic power here can explode under my deployment, even if there is no movement, it doesn't matter."

The golden light flickered. Before the young man, the ether flicked through the air like a circuit that appeared in the air. The magic explosion in the battle with Isaac was ready. He raised his head and scorned the invading enemy. He just wanted to detonate but was taken aback. .

At this moment, Altria, who came with the gun, did not have the joy of success, nor the intent to fight forward. There was only sadness and pain on her face at this time. She bit her lower lip tightly, and tears fell in her eyes.

Looking at Altria like this, Roland's eyes were confused for a moment, the fragments that he had seen in his mind resurfaced again, and there was a moment of hesitation in the detonation of magic power, and this fleeting opportunity was enough.

"Please, don't lose, don't lose to something like curse, Lan."

The holy spear broke through the chain of magic power in the sound of pleading, the gathered ether was scattered all over, and Lungominiad's spear pierced his body in the youth's incredible eyes.

The moment the Holy Spear entered his body, Roland's body shook, and the golden glow in his eyes flickered like poorly contacted lights, and the crystal-clear crown on the sky gradually lost its light. As the power on the Holy Spear erupted and combed The effect of the filthy curse was further activated, and the light in the man's eyes finally gradually fell silent.

Altria's body trembled as she stared at Roland. Although she tried to control, the tip of the gun still pierced the man's thin body, and the blood sprayed directly on her face. She was emerald-colored. The pupils fell on the young man's body, just to meet the eyes of Roland who raised his head.

"Lan, you..."

"...I'm sorry, Lily."

"!"

Hearing the familiar name again, Altria's body trembled. Knowing that she had succeeded, she covered her mouth and cried bitterly, venting her pressure and fear with tears.

"Wait, wait, what should I do now?"

However, it was not only Altria who was present at the scene. Jeanne and Malda who hugged Roland's hands were also stained with blood. At this time, the two of them were no longer controlling Roland, and the man's hands had already relaxed. It is rather weak.

In fact, his whole body is slowly losing strength. Now that he can maintain his standing posture, the two saints are holding his shoulders, but now the biggest threat has disappeared, and they are even more panicked.

"Malda, speak, he, he is bleeding! Where are your skills?"

The face of Joan of Arc on the right hand side of Roland has no blood on her face, and her skin paler after she became the Witch of the Dragon. The blood dripping from the abdomen of the youth on the ground seemed to hit her heart. She trembled and asked the saint on the other side, but Marda was more anxious than her.

"I know! But the holy spear is still in his body!"

Malda, who was already weak, looked ugly at this time, she glared at the crying Altria with tears, and asked in a choked voice:

"When are you going to put your gun? Why do you put it in his blood! Pull it out quickly!"