My Heroic Life

Around the lake, thousands of weapons resonated with the long sword in his hand, and the trembling weapons paid tribute to Claurent like a courtier. He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the spirit and soul, heaven and earth.

"With this blow, one is all, and all is one."

He recites the most reasonable sayings of alchemy, but with completely different ideas, countless, thousands of weapons rushed out of the thousands of weapons held high by little silver light.

He raised his sword, but a vast amount of light and shadow appeared behind him. Thousands of warriors appeared behind him. In the colorful illusion, they raised their weapons together, and the shadow of the sword, light and sword directly connected to the sky.

The charging golden dragon was also feeling the scene when it saw this scene. It was heartbroken for a moment and couldn't retreat. Its frenzied fear could only be transformed into hysterical tyranny. It moved on, its ferocious dragon face was full of killing intent.

Then, in front of this crazy mountain-like monster, the man swung his sword.

That is all and one.

In the light and shadow, the phantoms of thousands of silver armored sergeants wielded their weapons together at this moment, and the silver torrent rushed out of the sword body in the tremor of Claurent, it was a gathering of countless silver weapons.

The torrent of swords, guns and halberds is like a divine punishment. The endless edge squeezes the atmosphere and rushes towards the golden dragon. In the twinkling light, the electric weapon penetrates the huge head of the golden dragon, and the torrent of silver light advances continuously, and a weapon roars and thorns. Enter the dragon's body.

The scales splashed, the blood and bones pierced through. After thousands of years, the golden dragon once again experienced the fear of death. The torrent of silver light spread. The golden dragon's corpse was shattered by countless swords. The ether gathered by the soul fragments was here. Where to go back and forth.

"ended."

Yin Lan received the sword. He smiled and nodded to the heroic warriors who surrounded him. The British warriors were also cheering. They put away their weapons and bowed to their generals in return.

Altria, who had been in the back, had no words for a long time. She looked at the familiar figure in front of her for a long time, and she blushed up on her pretty face as her heart beats faster.

Lan, what are you...

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Chapter 34 The Real You

On the edge of the lake, after the war.

Yin Lan looked at the silver armored sergeants he had summoned in wonder.

The supply of magic power has long been interrupted, but they did not disappear immediately. These dead soldiers existed in the world by their souls. Although the powerful enemy is dead, they still seem to have nostalgia for this world.

Wait, why is there a sense of sight in this scene?When is it...

Yin Lan thought for a moment, then stared.

correct!Why is this so like the scene of the Jiangnan Leather Factory?Are you asking for money?

No, the ghosts in Britain are also greedy for money?Yin Lan looked back at Altria, who was still a little stunned, wondering if this Nizi really didn't pay people, right?

"Um, you guys are..."

Yin Lan asked a little nervously, and the crowd gathered to answer him.

The horn blew, the flag flew, and the thousands of silver armored sergeants by the lake quickly completed their team. Their faces were serious and their eyes gathered behind Yin Lan.

"Could it be... Lily!"

Looking at such a scene, Yin Lan's nonsensical thoughts faded, and she became serious unconsciously. He called for his companions, and the blond girl had already stood by his side.

Altria walked to the front and looked at the silver armored sergeants, unable to speak for a while.

Those were all British soldiers, the warriors who had followed her on the battlefield to defend their homeland, some of their faces even made her feel familiar.

The silver armored sergeant finally took action under Altria’s gaze. A soldier leaned over to salute the two, then turned into a little silver light, and the breeze blew across the lake, and the figures disappeared one by one. They honour and loyalty. Engraved in the heart, leaving hope to entrust the king to follow.

Altria witnessed the soldiers leaving one by one, until the last soldier disappeared, and finally began to sob uncontrollably.

Yin Lan was silent, he watched the girl gritted her teeth unwillingly, and finally couldn't help reaching out and stroking the top of her head.

"Come on, Lily."

The girl didn't answer. After crying silently for a long time, she asked, "Lan, how did they die?"

"The gods of this world are not good things, even if they die."

He looked at the fog that was still hovering in the distance, and the woods that were hard to detect with the naked eye, but were indeed shaking.

"These mists were probably created by the gods who stayed here. He was wounded. Therefore, when creatures of low mystery entered this forest, they used the mist to create illusions and lured their souls to heal their wounds, and these creatures became empty. The flesh of the shell is absorbed by the trees that can swallow animals and become their nutrients."

"How come, are the souls of these soldiers..."

"No, he has been dead for a long time. The mist only runs automatically according to the creator's setting. Their souls are planted on the lake, and therefore they can be called out by me to help us."

"What about now? Where did they go?"

"It's back to where the soul should go, it can be regarded as a normal battle death."

"That's it."

Altria breathed a sigh of relief. In this turbulent era, it is common for a lieutenant general to shroud Smuggle. If it is only so, her soul is not used, and her heart can still accept it.

A big rock in her heart fell, Altria turned her head to look at Yin Lan, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised another question in her heart.

"Lan...when have you been so good at magic?"

Even Altria, who only knew a little about the magic way, understood that the great magic just now was by no means comparable to an ordinary magician. The mighty power that could cause her soul tremors even made her feel strange to the person she knew best.

"On this issue, I think we can talk about it next time."

"Ok?"

"I thought that the lack of vigorous activity this time would relieve some of the side effects, but now it seems, hehe..."

It's too difficult for me to pretend to be taxed!

The man sighed, his body began to shake, and the familiar feeling that his body had reached the critical point hit him. He only felt a whirl of the sky, and then his eyes went dark.

"Lan!"

Altria looked at the fallen knight in a panic. She had seen such a scene just a day ago. The power of the overload mode was beyond her imagination, and the side effects were the same.

She stopped worrying this time, leaned over to prop the man on her back, and then quickly rushed into the distant mist with the unconscious knight.

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Morgan cut the connection of the five senses just before the golden dragon was penetrated by the infinite sword. She looked at the end of her vision, and a little silver light flickered.

"Mother, is that?"

Mordred asked about the flashing vision in the direction where the Golden Dragon was leaving, only to find that Morgan did not answer, and seemed a little absent-minded.