My Heroic Life

They are an organization born in the dark side of the world. The leader is always Hasan Sabah. They wear a skull mask and wear a black suit. They are a group of old drivers who send people home, but this home is go back home.

For people in this world, they are basically the representatives of the gods of death. They are remembered by Hassan Sabah, who has the strength of heroic spirits, and the result is basically no different from the elderly who received the notice of terminal cancer.

Even life will die faster.

When Roland saw the future of this clip, he immediately understood his situation. Mr. Hassan would naturally not squat in the toilet in the shadow behind him. He was there, obviously wanting to open the car door to send Roland a ride.

It's a pity that Roland didn't want to get on this broken soul car.

The man who wanted to understand everything made a decisive decision. He used Atalante's blood bottle for the first time, and Roland, who had obtained the super speed, opened his full force and immediately destroyed the team.

After all, they still underestimated Roland. They had been isolated from the world for a long time in the Greek magical realm. There was basically no information about Roland's personal strength. He was judged to be a non-heroic unit and he did not encounter the Hassan's first attack. This is a blessing in misfortune.

Determined not to leave any clues, Roland directly blew up all the vehicles. After leaving a corpse, he used Atalante's skills to explode hundreds of meters and rushed into the demon territory without leaving any traces.

He didn't dare to go back. In the eyes of Clairvoyance, Roland was the Hassan he encountered in an urban environment. Although he didn't know which one it was, Roland obviously didn't want to confirm it.

There is one Hassan, all of them are sneaky masters, and some are also proficient in disguise. Among them, Hassan can even split up dozens of personalities with different personalities and genders.

What does this mean?

That was when Roland ran out to see the Roman soldiers of the first squadron. He had to stand still and consider whether these were dozens of trumpets opened by the big man, otherwise it would be a problem whether he could get out of the crowd without problems.

There is only one countermeasure that can be prevented in the face of this undefeated assassin—that is, not seeing people.

No matter how you dress up, no matter how you split, can your Hassan get out of primates?I bored my head and drilled into the Demon Realm, can you still become a wild boar to sway me?

Thinking of this, a certain little cabbage with a white and tender soul immediately rushed into the devil for refuge.

I have to say that this behavior saved Roland.

Ten minutes after he left, before the official Roman search and rescue, a touch of darkness came to the battlefield with burning cars and corpses everywhere.

It was a black cloak that was fluttering in the sun like a ghost. The skull mask was covering his cheeks, which made people look frightened. He squatted on a rock and looked at everything in front of him. Even such a loss seemed to be impossible. Can not affect his mood.

"Did it fail? You can be sure that the intelligence is wrong."

Hassan muttered to himself hoarsely. He took out the terminal and operated it a few times, then looked around the battlefield like a light smoke, and then stood still for a moment.

Did not find any clues.

Hassan, whose next move is difficult to determine, did not leave immediately. He thought for a while, and the skull mask looked left and right in the direction of the demon realm and the city, and finally settled in the direction of the return journey, and gradually disappeared.

Chapter 45—The Emperor's Mind

The morning sun rises, and the sun shines on the earth again after a lapse of twelve hours, and also shines on Roland's slightly tired eyes.

The sturdy fierce man still wears the camouflage clothes on his body. The location is the same as last night’s canopy. For ten hours in a row, Roland basically hasn’t moved anywhere on the tree, not because he wants to turn into a tree, but because The tree now is not what it used to be.

After a rush of transformation in the evening, the tree now has the functions of detecting enemies, warning, sound insulation, and small defense barriers. Although it is still a tree, it is already equivalent to a small magic workshop.

To deal with assassins, the first point is of course to run as long as you can, but when you can’t run, the best solution is to nest in the magicians’ studio.

The profession of magician is very wonderful. The gap between the upper limit and the lower limit is very large. For example, the melee ability. The top magicians are either sword masters or axe kings. They are as close as tigers, assassins and They can be beaten out of shit.

But for the ordinary masses of magicians who do not have the eighteen martial arts concurrently, it is serious not to run around when they meet the assassin.

They deal with assassins with just one word: house!

Once the small door is closed, the bench is worn, and as long as the supply is enough, the magicians can study the world in their own house, and when the assassins can't bear to rush in, the game is over.

The Hassan's breath breaking skills are great, but it depends on where they are. As long as they step into the three-square acre of the magician's workshop, the group of researchers will immediately turn their heads back to him with a fairy face Coming to grow up is like finding a bear kid invading the fat house of the hand-run cabinet.

Yes, this is a contest of patience. If the magician can't help it, then they are probably wiped their necks within a minute of going out. If the assassin can't help it, then they said the moment they stepped into the studio Uncertainty will be killed by various traps.

And now Roland is the house magician. As for the assassin... Roland didn't know if he was there yet.

Maybe he hasn't found Roland's exact position until now, maybe he has been lurking nearby for a night, in any case, Roland has achieved an initial victory in this game, and that is to spend the night.

Starting a chase battle with Hassan in the dark is obviously not something people with a brain dared to do. The night is the best cover for the assassins, while during the day it is better for Roland.

The current priority is to rendezvous with Nero.

The man renewed his determination.

The assassination of Roland had not yet figured out who was behind the scenes. He guessed that he could not get rid of the queen mother Agripina who had separated Nero from him in the morning, but this was only speculation and did not help the status quo.

What really matters is Nero's support.

After spending such a long day and night together, Roland can be sure that Nero will not be indifferent to his attack. Even if he finds the wrong direction for a while, the search and rescue team will definitely search the Demon Realm the next day.

At that time, as long as you meet with the regular army... it will be easier to be slaughtered.

As there are more people, the chances of one or two assassins coming out will increase, so Roland really dare not go.

He only believed in Nero.

Only Nero could not be disguised, and only the power and strength of this Roman emperor could provide an absolute security environment.

"I hope she can send more people and show up quickly by the way."

It is not known that due to his disappearance, Roland, who has turned upside down on the Roman front, looked at the sun and prayed softly.

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"This horse won't work anymore, I have to change another one, hurry!"

Nero, who gave orders to the soldiers, rolled over and dismounted, and the horse under him felt the master’s departure slowed down and slowly lay on the ground, breathing heavily.

Chiron witnessed the Demon World Warhorse whose fur was wet with sweat, and he could roughly estimate how long it had been exercising vigorously.

Run at full strength for about three hours.

As for this special war horse of the Demon Realm, Nero had already replaced the fourth horse.

All night last night, Nero Claudius had not rested. He had been riding a horse in the magical realm to search for Roland's traces. Thanks to the emperor with such an attitude, the frontline army did not have any laziness. Full search.

But the results are almost nothing.

The human territory has been completely searched, and it can be determined that Roland is not there, and the areas of other monsters are extremely difficult for humans to search.

Don’t forget that there is also a king-level fantasy species in the Demon Territory. The demon pig that was scared and trembling by Roland before was already a little restless during a large-scale human search. If humans suddenly rushed to the monster’s territory, it might Will fight with all strength with the mentality of dying and breaking the net.

Therefore, the current search work can be said to be in a difficult position, and His Majesty the Emperor is already desperate for it.

Nero held the scarlet sword in her hand and was surrounded by the maids. She didn't eat or drink or say a word, just let the maids wipe the sweat for her.

The hand holding the sword trembled and tightened. Nero couldn't describe her feelings at this time, or she didn't know what was wrong with her.