In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"problem occurs!"

Rosen, who was heading for Leeds, suddenly raised his head. The half-heroic spirits in the armored personnel carrier were all taken aback. After finding that nothing happened, he scolded the insane and went back to do his own business.

The front line is almost here, and there are monsters infiltrating at any time, and even the half-heroic spirits have to ride in armored vehicles collectively.

Rosen rushed to the back of the cockpit and patted the armor plate:

"How far is it from Leeds?"

"Your Excellency, it still takes half a day, mainly to replenish once." The driver's attitude was very good, after all, it was full of uncles.

"parking!"

"what?"

"I said stop, I'm going to make it easier!"

The armored vehicle quickly stopped by the side of the road, and the half-heroic spirits were cursing. Some people wondered if this guy was too scared to pee his pants. As a half-heroic spirit, he couldn't even control his body precisely, which was too bad.

But they didn't belong to each other, and they had no choice but to watch Rosen get into the woods.

"Something happened, something happened." As soon as Rosen entered the woods, he didn't take off his pants, but walked deeper into the woods.

"What happened?" In the sea of ​​consciousness, Mordred, who was playing a game with Jack, raised his head.

Under the influence of the electronic HLY, the bear child has forgotten the unpleasantness of the previous few days. It happened that Arash was sent out to act alone, and her mood was much better.

"That woman is starting to move." Rosen lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and stomped it out.

Mordred didn't perceive anything, but after so many things, she seldom doubted Rosen's judgment, and immediately became serious.

"The monster has finally started a decisive battle. It's okay, just waiting impatiently." She stretched and asked casually: "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"You? Be honest and stand by." Rosen ran faster and faster, and soon disappeared from the team's sight.

"It's boring." Mordred sneered, but then thought of another thing, frowned and asked, "Why can that Arash act alone?"

Of course, Rosen couldn't say that sending you out would definitely be a slap in the face. He rolled his eyes and began to flicker: "Because you are an ace, you must follow me, and you are required to come over at the critical moment."

After being praised again, the bear child's face immediately turned from cloudy to sunny.

"Although you have vision, in terms of strength, I must be stronger~~"

Rosen's heroic spirits will only increase. He inherited King Arthur's character of never admit defeat. Mordred is unwilling to give up any chance to prove it. The most valuable heroic spirit beside the Master can only be himself!

Unfortunately, her joy only lasted for a second, and Jack next to him clapped his hands and asked:

"Mom, what about me?"

"Uh, of course Jack is also an ace." Rosen replied bravely.

"Rosen, you are plotting against me!"

......

The situation was urgent, and Rosen, who failed to flicker, didn't have time to correct it. He continued to run wildly in the woods with his head buried in the forest. He ran for several kilometers in one breath. After confirming that he was far away from the convoy, he stopped to identify the direction.

The woods in the deep winter were piled with thick snow, and looking at the large series of footprints left behind, he did not dare to stay too much, and he roughly determined the south and ran away.

"Enemy attack!"

At this moment, Mordred roared, Rosen stopped abruptly, and the next second, a sword energy swept from the front into the distance.

With the muffled sound of 'bang rumbling', more than a dozen large trees fell to the ground, and the incisions were extremely flat, revealing the superb swordsmanship of the comers.

The snow melted, looking at the gully drawn on the ground, Rosen, who was almost hit, turned his head and looked to the right.

As the branches swayed, a pitch-black leg armor stepped on the ground, and as the line of sight moved up, it was a sharp long sword and a serious and cold man's face.

The man's magic power was boiling, as if he couldn't hold back the killing intent, and wanted to chop this shameless deserter to death with a sword.

Argo Spec...

Rosen, who recognized the attacker, smiled wryly. He was indeed an African. At the most critical moment, he encountered the most troublesome Knight of the Round Table. The plan to save Britain always had some inexplicable mistakes.

Chapter 49 Yo, long time no see

Argonaut, Prime Minister of Britain, the most inhumane Knight of the Round Table.His strength is okay, his personality is so cold that he has no friends, and more importantly, his beliefs have long surpassed the king's chef and reached the level of king cancer.

Rosen had a headache. If it was Bedivere, he could fool around. If it was Gawain, he would find a chance to escape. Anyway, he would not be tried by the British Military Court.But it is this Argo standard, the iron-like head is difficult to persuade with mouth cannons.

There are tens of thousands of troops and a large number of half-heroic spirits outside. Of course, Rosen will not choose to fight by force. After seeing that Agorge has a tendency to attack, he stretched out his hand to stop:

"Don't be too busy to start the war, how about a talk?"

"What do I have to talk about with a deserter?" Argonaut kept his expression still, and took a step forward, just blocking Rosen's escape route.

"You should know who I am."

Sure enough, it was stinky and hard, and Rosen sank his face, not as casual as before.

"Half-heroic spirit Rosen, summoned by His Majesty, and played an important role in the London murder case." Argonaut said quietly, as if he had specifically investigated Rosen, and the conversation changed:

"But that's not a reason to flee the battlefield."

Age's thinking is a bit like the Chinese Legalists, where merit is merit, demerits are demerits, and things are done in accordance with the law.

Credit has already been rewarded by Britain, and there is no such thing as a balance of merit and demerit.