I, the Heir of Heroes

There are countless battles that I have experienced so far that are worthy of praise.

It can be asserted without pride that he will do his best in any battle.He has never retained his strength, nor has he underestimated any opponent.

...But, in the final analysis, that is all within the limits.

As in the past of the charity hero.

Curses, promises and more.

Similarly, Jia Luo always felt that his past battles had been bound by multiple invisible chains.

The resistance to this power, the so-called dissuasion, the limitation of righteousness.

The only thing missing is a reason to fight and move forward.

The flames erupted instantly like solar flares, and Jia Luo stared at the puppet weapon in front of him who was in a death predicament but was still ruthless.

"What! I...would be struggling with this?"

Sighing in his heart, he understood somewhat, isn't the way of life of the puppet weapon in front of him very similar to his previous self?

Nuoda Base, which exudes advanced technology, is filled with flames, and under the bright moonlight, the sun that cannot be seen directly shines.

The enchantment barrier shrouded in the air is crumbling, and it seems that it may shatter and dissipate at any time.

"Gara, what happened to you?"

As the arranger of the enchantment, Guangxuan can clearly perceive the sudden burst of energy impact here.

An attack of this level could no longer cover up its whereabouts in a low-key manner.

Thinking of this, Guangxuan immediately used ancient magic to contact Jia Luo with the help of elves.

The voice sounded directly in the mind.

At this time, the original base had disappeared, and a deep pothole exuding a scorched atmosphere suddenly appeared in the surrounding silent forest.

There is no spark, no light, and the scene that just appeared is like a mirror image.

Standing in the center of the round hole, Jia Luo calmly put down the weapon in his hand.

"It's just wishful thinking to make a break with the past."

Pause slightly, seems to remember something

"Guangxuan, the chief of this base is Kutoumi. When I was fighting with puppet weapons just now, he had already evacuated with the researchers. You are more familiar with ancient magic. We need to determine their location. They may be carrying Storage device for all research data.  … They must not be allowed to escape.”

When he said the last sentence, Jia Luo didn't hesitate.

"I'll face you right away..."

"what happened?"

Guangxuan understood the importance of the matter and refused, but Jia Luo's unfinished words made him frown slightly.

"I may not be able to come here in a short time."

At this time, a mutilated object walked silently in front of Jia Luo, and the destroyed parts of the body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It is obviously inappropriate to say that it survived, the puppet weapons in this base forcibly resisted Jia Luo's [Magic Power Release (Flame)] which was close to full strength.

"Guangxuan, I need to trouble you. Your main task now is to disperse all the people around here, and the priority of Jiutou meeting will be postponed."

"...There are no innocent people within ten kilometers."

"It's not enough, the scope needs to be expanded."

With a firm tone, leaving no leeway.

"Has it reached that level..."

Obviously, Guangxuan recalled the past disaster.

"Well, it could be worse."

Hold it with both hands, raise the weapon in your hand, and the body with the center of gravity sinking reveals Jia Luo's serious and full-fledged attitude.

This time I really went all out.

Chapter 80 The Sun in the Polar Night (6)

only in memory

It was evening, and the sky shone brighter than noon.

Not a single cloud exists, the sky presents that despairing dim yellow, and what everyone perceives is only the immeasurable energy reaction.

As if worshiping a god, there are no longer any thoughts in my mind.

resistance?

get away?

At the moment when everyone's thoughts last existed, what they heard was the lonely cry that resounded through the sky.

……

It was a disaster more terrible than natural disasters. Perhaps only Guang Xuan, who has faced this miracle and is still alive, can clearly describe this fear.