My Heroic Life

In the gloomy living room, the middle-aged brown-haired man with dark circles under his eyes ignored the knocks and shouts, and he kept writing.

Amid the rumbling of the door breaking, the apostles rushed into the room and took a lot of effort to open the fortified door. They rushed to the table and saw that the pen in the hand of the room owner still didn't stop.

How to do?

The apostles looked at each other and looked at their superiors, and the answers they received were quite concise.

"take away!"

The soldiers who were ordered rushed forward and pulled the brown-haired middle-aged man out. He struggled desperately, but was unable to resist, leaving only the screams echoing at the table full of manuscripts.

"Wait, Zhu Jun, I haven't finished writing yet! It's dead!"

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Inside the death row prison, a young child with white hair slowly walked out of the tumbling mist in the high-security prison of the apostles.

She looked innocent, her light green pupils were transparent and bright, and her petite body was only a few years old.

I am afraid that there is no basis for imprisoning such children in any law, but Britain has to do so. Even now with layers of defense, the experts who came to communicate and negotiate are still pale.

Because they know well the terrifying ability of the child in front of her, she speaks naively but has a flexible mind, and has a pure but cruel personality. She cannot be measured by common sense at all. She is a real monster.

"You said, take me to find my mother?"

The girl repeated the words of the adults outside, with an unsuspecting smile on her face.

"Okay, I'll help you, an appointment is made!"

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In the research institute, the data on the huge screen is constantly refreshed, and the green lights are on. Researchers coming and going are doing their best to make the final adjustments.

Soon after, the machine full of pipelines in the center of the room roared, the door opened a gap in the sound of air pressure, white mist and green electric sparks leaked from it and quickly stopped, and a girl with red hair and white skirt walked out of the machine.

The researchers gathered around, and they led the girl to one side of the room, where a hammer-like weapon was absorbing electric current in the isolation compartment.

"Fran, be careful on the battlefield"

"Well!"

"Your treasure has spread too much, remember not to accidentally injure your friendly army."

"Ok!"

"We just got news that Secretary Mordred has returned to Britain. You can go to the battlefield to find her."

"Hmm!"

The girl nodded repeatedly under the instructions of the researcher. She opened the isolation chamber, picked up the warhammer-like weapon, and walked towards the soldiers who came to meet in the eyes of the researcher.

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In the royal library, the library room full of books is silent. Under the mobilization order, the crowd reading leisurely here at night has been dispersed, and when there is no one, the magical books like normal books in the day start from here. Flying out of the ocean of books, swarms revolve around one of the picture books.

"The war is about to go, civilization loses, and the library will disappear."

The immature children's voice came from the book, and the magical book group echoed with a glowing light.

"Going to help."

It made a decision, and then groups of magic guide books rushed out of the window, flying away like a magical realm.

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In the slum, a young man dressed in green and with his orange hair covering one eye sits in the corner of an abandoned factory building. Colorful spray paint paints all kinds of weird graffiti on the wall, making the place full of waste and disorder. breath.

The men with messy and worn clothes gathered together. The oven picked up by the junkyard was baking the expired food in the supermarket, but instead of waiting for the oven to play cards and chat as usual, they looked up at the old place not far away. TV.

On the old big-head TV that is almost no longer used today, the young British Prime Minister is giving a speech, and his passionate voice echoes through the microphone in the factory.

"For decades, Britain has always been an important town of mankind and a pioneer of civilization. Our country's demonization has ranked among the top in the world. How many experts and scholars have asserted our destruction countless times, but we have withstood the mysterious pressure with the sword in our hands. , In the long war, we will not retreat in bloody battles, we will fight every inch of our land!"

"The world is eye-opening in the face of this miracle again and again. They praised Britain's long history of spirit and the brilliance of chivalry. Our history shines with the revival of magic, and the undefeated record of nearly ten years continues to be glorious."

"Now that the waves of the magic tide have swept away, how many people in the world once again asserted our demise, but according to what we know, the fall of civilization is not inevitable. Our years of struggle and hard work have opened up a glimmer of hope!"

"I am here on the front line of the king of Britain, Arthur Pendragon, announced that the British mobilization order will take effect at this time. My king and all the knights are willing to guard Britain to the last moment. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will fall. Do your best to get back a place of survival for the country and your compatriots!"

"I also call on all the warriors in Britain. I hope we are fortunate to be able to fight side by side with you for humanity and civilization, and crush the mysterious conspiracy in the cradle!"

Everyone in the factory was silent, except for the ticking sound of the oven when the oven arrived. The greenish orange hair got up and threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground.

"It's boring, I'm going for a walk."

He frowned and walked away in the eyes of the men's understanding.

Chapter 84 Defenders of the Demon Realm (1/5)

Steve leaned against a corner of the camp with a tired face. He clenched the weapon stained with black blood and looked around. Near the camp gate were almost all soldiers in the same state as him.

Exhausted and desperate.

It has been several days since we separated from the king and the gracious Knight of the Round Table. Steve didn’t know what happened or whether they were safe, but he knew that if there were no more heroic spirits, he would wait for the soldiers in the barracks. I am afraid that will be the end of destruction.

The hero, whoever, even the lower heroes awakened in the last century, can turn the tide of the battle as long as one comes.

There is no other reason, it is only due to the level gap caused by mystery.

If you board the watchtower in the camp at this time, you will find that there is a dark tide outside no matter whether it is day or night. It is the soldiers of the humble king.

The number of black armies has increased again, and the alert soldiers sighed. The camp has been surrounded on three sides for several days, and it has been able to persist until now because of the strange nature of the camp.

This camp that suddenly appeared after the King and the Knights of the Round Table disappeared was not only strong, but also capable of being automatically repaired. Soldiers guarding here have experienced its magic many times, and it is comparable to a magician. Elaborate positions.

And the defensive battle at the beginning was indeed relatively easy. Long-range attacks in the magic realm could only rely on various bows, but bows and arrows did not continue to transmit magic power like swords and guns, and their power would be greatly reduced once they were released.

Except for the expensive enchanted arrows, only the Archer of the Round Table Knight Tristan's bow team can maintain the lethality of bows and arrows in the devil.

Therefore, while ensuring that the camp will not be destroyed, as long as there are enough supplies, guarding the two camp gates can block the enemy's offensive.

There was almost no fighting for the first few days, and a large number of Black Armored troops that suddenly emerged from Camelot just faced off with the British Army in the field. They were obviously numerous but adopted a defensive posture.

This made the British Army, who had been floating because of the high-level departure, breathed a sigh of relief. The soldiers laughed at the black armor's cowering, and even underestimated the enemy as time passed.

However, everything changed in the change that swept across the world.

On the day of the magic tide, when many soldiers were panicked and panicked, the Black Armored Army launched a large-scale offensive uncharacteristically. The British defenders lost a camp door unpreparedly, causing these black-blooded monsters to swarm. Into.