My Heroic Life

"But what about the mysterious recovery? How strong is the enemy?"

"The human will is unstoppable, and the British flag is still flying!"

The man roared and questioned the tyranny imposed on the body. In his firm words, the sword in his hand seemed to be a shining flag.

"The world is evil and dangerous. I am willing to cut through thorns and thorns for the sake of sacrificing my life and the truth!"

The passionate words were sonorous and powerful, and the high-up Claorent blade released a star-like light, buzzing, and silver light chips floating in the sky.

"This, this is!"

The dragon's ferocious and belligerent face began to change, and Morgan was shocked to feel that the ancient monster seemed to be afraid.

"Come back!"

"For this moment, soldiers of Britain!"

"According to this wish, according to this reason! Gather under this sword!"

Before the words fell, Claurente, who represented the sword of the British royal family, was shining brightly like stars, and the flying silver swarf turned into the heroic souls of warriors, blending into the body of magic structure.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

The deafening cheers blasted from the heavens and the earth, and a long sword was waved and raised in response to the caller's brave words. The confused eyes were refilled with firm will, and the illusory body constructed by magic became as real as the essence.

"how is this possible......"

Morgan muttered to himself as he watched the splendid starry scene below, his belief in victory became shaky.

Age, fetters, and this king sword representing the royal family, the three elements are connected into a line, and miracles that are impossible in this world are unfolding before our eyes.

Ascending Order.

Thousands of departed apostles transformed in the shining silver light. Under the guidance of the high sword, although only for a while, they did indeed step up the ladder of the lower heroes at this moment.

Although not as good as possessing treasures, and even individual high-ranking heroic spirits that can wrestle with true gods, the thousands of lower-ranking heroic spirits are far from comparable to golden dragons who have not yet reached the realm of gods.

"Tangible but inanimate, even with the vast magic power, it is difficult to restore half of the body's strength."

Yin Lan looked up at Jinyue suppressed by the silver light, explaining carefully as it did when she taught a girl in the past.

"At the moment when they awaken their spirits and souls, I only need to provide a little more magic power to fully restore their strength before they were alive, and even go further."

"Although you are very good, you have too little actual combat experience, and your understanding of the magic of God is still a little bit worse."

He smiled comfortingly, and then pointed at Jin Yue.

"Then teaching is over, let's start, Morgan."

Author's message:

ps: Get out of the way, Master Lan is about to start acting

Chapter Thirty Three

Through the vertical pupil of the golden dragon, Morgan saw the man holding the king sword high and leading the army.

At the same moment, the golden dragon's body has also been condensed, and the monster thousands of years ago has completely resurrected since then. It roars in the world, celebrating that it will reign over the earth again.

The confrontation between gold and silver came to an end, and the battle of the ancient times came to this world.

The golden dragon roared, spitting out a scarlet fire, the length of which was comparable to the tail of a train car, and the tail swept across, its scales shrank, and its claws protruded as fast as lightning across the air. It is a mountain, and every movement is a mountain.

The silver army roared, the sergeants who were originally souls and ethereal complexes were no longer bound by gravity. They walked through the air, wielded their long swords, and drew their dragon spears. Of convergence.

Mountains and seas collide, wild beasts' attacks are fierce, and humans' attacks are orderly.

The vast river of magical flames flowed from the mouth of the golden dragon, the devastating high temperature burned everything, the vegetation melted, the water vapor evaporated, and the golden and red flames rushed towards the position of the silver armor sergeant.

The silver armored sergeants looked up at the monster above their heads.

He was a warrior before his death, and he was a ghost after his death.

Under the majestic flames, there was neither fear nor waver in their eyes. Layers of silver shields formed a dam, and the river of flames could not collapse this accumulation of tenacious will.

On both sides of the shield wall, soldiers armed with sharp blades walked around the flames. They jumped up, and their gushing magic led them to the sky, and countless silver dots surrounded the twinkling wings.

The golden dragon was vigilant. The dragon flame swept across the sky like a serpent. Hundreds of warriors fell from the sky to the lakeside wrapped in flames. However, more silver armored sergeants flew from the ground. They bypassed the golden dragon's dragon head and attacked from behind.

Scattered silver dots fell on the back of the dragon, and the first group of fighters who succeeded in the assault launched an offensive. The spear pierced, the sword slashed, and the giant axe waved to bring up the ripples of the ether. The power of the lower heroes showed their power between the addition of the swords. , The dragon's scales shattered, the flesh and blood splashed, and the golden blood was flowing like a stream.

The wounded golden dragon was furious. It rolled in the sky and threw down the enemy on its back. Its sharp claws came out and tore the silver armored sergeant into pieces. The dragon's tail swept across the sky and hit the earth like a whip.

The fierce battle began. In this turbulent forest, the mythical monsters and the indomitable human spirits fought for their lives, and the fallen silhouettes of the scaled dragon blood and the silver armored sergeant fell into the lake like rain.

However, as time passed, the balance of the battlefield began to tilt, and the dragon flame that the golden dragon roared out was resisted by the warrior holding the huge shield. The dragon's tail was easy to dodge in the air, and the slow-moving claws waved in vain. The blood dripping from the weapon.

Morgan had to control the Golden Dragon landing to protect the most vulnerable abdomen and strengthen the power of the tail flick.

The golden dragon that once stood proudly in the world and regarded humans as ants has been wounded all over its body. It roars, its vague consciousness does not accept the reality that may be defeated by the lower creatures in its eyes.

It looked up and looked down on the battlefield. The army of sergeants in silver armor was endless, seemingly boundless, but the instinct of the beast allowed it to find the center of the silver sea.

It was a human male holding a sword of silver light.

Jinlong's shining reptile's vertical pupil shrank suddenly, and it was delighted to find the enemy's life gate.

kill him!Only in this way can we win!

"Stop it! Fool!"

In the distance by the lake, Morgan scolded his creation, but Golden Dragon did not respond.

At this moment, the rage and the desire for victory made it violate the master's command. It waved its wings and rushed toward the center of the enemy's army.

Kill him, as long as you kill him, everything can be saved.

After thinking about it, the golden dragon that launched the charge burst out with awe-inspiring murderous intent. It gave up its defense and moved forward at full speed, and was ready to be seriously injured for this beheading operation.

What surprised it, however, was that the humans surrounding it did not stop it from advancing. They silently looked at the center of the silver sea, and then raised their swords, guns and halberds above their heads. Thousands of high-lift weapons were emitted from the silver light. Buzzing, the ripples of the ether are trembling as the atmosphere trembles.

"silly!"

Morgan let Golden Dragon's actions cut off the supply of magic power. She knew that the outcome was determined.

For no other reason, Jin Long may not be able to see through, but in her eyes, the man's aura has been in harmony with the silver sea, one after another.

Yin Lan held the sword in both hands at this time. He raised his head and looked ahead, facing the fear of the many creatures buried in the root of the soul. The hurricane brought by the wave of the golden dragon dragon's wings blew his hair, his face expressionless, burning gold A chilling killing intent surged in the pupil.