My hero is myself

"Are all the previous opponents of the Pioneer Legion so difficult to deal with?"

Roland asked Faulkner for advice.

"Creating an empire is never easy."

There was wind and frost in Faulkner's eyes.

He is a free and unrestrained traveler who has experienced countless wars and has become accustomed to such formidable opponents.

An inspiration flashed in Roland's mind, and he seemed to have grasped some important clue.

Unfortunately, there are still some key points missing, and the fog lingering on the continent of Alder cannot yet be revealed.

At this time, Roland received a reminder from the staff.

He asked casually:

"Teacher, as a traveler, you must leave travel notes of the past world, right? I want to know more about the world."

"There are no travel notes, but I can extract some memories for you."

Faulkner chuckled without thinking too much, "This war is indeed a bit long, but the enemy's potential will be exhausted. Only the Holy Fire will last forever!"

As a traveler, he is willing to share his travels with his apprentices, and hopes that they will develop a yearning for the outside world and not stay in one place for too long.

Roland thanked the teacher and took the information and shared it with the backend to obtain more parameters of the crystal wall system.

"Currently, there is no match for similar crystal wall systems in the database."

Testi gave her own comparison results with a serious expression.

Because the main laws of the Alder continent were certain, she also became ruthless and spent a lot of resources scanning all Dungeons and Dragons rules and similar worlds.

This created an extremely large database.

Relying on this huge database, it was matched with the data played by Roland.

The final conclusion is that there is no signal at all in the world's ocean areas that they currently know.

Of course, the world ocean has no end, and the world that Hero Continent can observe is always limited, and there is a possibility that the detection signal will be blocked.

But even with this stupid method, the suspected world cannot be detected, which can also explain certain problems.

"I understand, thank you, little mentor."

Roland raised the corners of his mouth slightly and began to reorganize their attempts to locate the Holy Fire Academy.

Including the data of repeated failures and the process of being tricked by the Alien Fire Cult.

Failure is the mother of success. It is not a comfort, but these experiences may really contain treasures.

After all odds have been eliminated, the final truth may be just as a certain intelligence commissioner complained...

The continent of Alder does not exist at all!

……

……

On the school field, a new batch of support arrived.

"Captain Roland Cotton, First Order Priest Veronica Hughes is reporting to you!"

The sweet voice and youthful face are somewhat inconsistent with the cold military camp.

That beautiful purple-haired figure is now dressed in military uniform, adding a lot of swagger to her beauty.

Roland was also stunned when he saw Veronica.

"How dare you come to this battlefield?"

He pulled her into his office and closed the door, making sure no one could hear their conversation.

Veronica proudly raised her chest:

"I will be wherever the flame needs me."

"Even if your prophecy fails, you should know from the battle reports that the pioneering war is at the stage of highest death rate."

"Oh, I can understand that junior, are you caring about me?"

"Whatever you think, we fought side by side, I can arrange for you to return to the academy, or other safe places."

"No need, I am a priest and will not run away from my battle."

Veronica raised her delicate little face and fearlessly faced Roland's stormy gaze.

"Miss Hughes, now is not the time to be angry."

"I'm not gambling, this is my bottom line."

Like is like, belief is belief.

She is a believer in the Holy Fire and truly believes that she has no reason to escape when the Order needs it.

No matter how much she likes someone, she cannot abandon the god she has believed in since she was a child just because of a few words from him.

Roland looked at the girl's beautiful and stubborn face, and once again clearly realized the difference between himself and the believers.

"You are not good at fighting. First, follow the medical team to encourage the wounded to regain their fighting spirit."

Roland approved Veronica's application for enlistment.

She saluted Roland with a standard military salute, her fierce aura dissipated, she lowered her head and whispered:

"Actually, I'm quite happy that you care about me."

"No small talk during work hours, Corporal Hughes."

Veronica was so angry that her cheeks bulged like pufferfish, and she turned away.

……

……

wounded barracks.

Priests shuttled between them, using their healing abilities to help these warriors recover as much as possible.

Divine spells can treat many serious injuries, but they all require lifespan.

However, it is not a big problem to restore sound limbs and regain fighting strength, and to lose a few years of life.

Most of these ordinary soldiers came from poor backgrounds, and it was a luxury for them to live to the end of their lives.

Roland saw the busy Veronica, walking through the camp that smelled strongly of blood and herbs, without any sign of disgust.

It's just that the death that happens every day swallows up the girl's innocence and happiness. She is gradually infected by the solemn atmosphere here, and the smile on her face disappears.

It wasn't until she saw Roland that her eyes became lively.

"Hello, Chief!" She took the initiative to say hello.

"Congratulations, you have mastered the second strange fire seal."

Roland was also pleased for her when he saw her skillfully performing magical healing spells.

In the future, when forming a team, the wet nurse will be much more popular than the prophet.

A trace of sadness and helplessness flashed in Veronica's eyes: "War forces progress."

"You haven't seen the truly cruel side of war."

"It's true...you, you are obviously younger than me, but you behave like my grandpa when you open your mouth."

Veronica pouted.

Roland asked: "Do you want to go back to the rear?"

"No, there are still many people here who need help, and I should help."

"You..." Roland sighed softly.

Veronica didn't fight him this time.

Having seen the wounded with her own eyes, she naturally understood that it was for her own good that he kept her away from the war.

But after seeing those helpless and desperate people, she could help here, so how could she abandon her brothers and sisters who also believed in the Holy Fire because she was afraid of death.

She took the initiative to change the topic:

"I feel like you've been frowning. Is it because of the war situation?"

"No, victory will definitely belong to us."

"Then what are you worried about?"

"It's just some questions that I don't understand."

Roland paused for a moment, then slowly answered under the girl's curious gaze, "What would you do if one day you discovered that the world you live in is not real, but a dream you had?"

Veronica tilted her head, as if she found this question very novel, and thought about it seriously:

"I will probably...summon countless thunder and lightning, condense them into a Wuxiang knife, and chop you until you beg for mercy!"

"Ok?"

"If this were my dream, would I still be able to be bullied by you?"

Veronica poked her waist and laughed.

At this moment, she seemed to have turned back into the young lady who didn't know how to feel.

Because you are a fool who doesn’t understand anything, and you are really annoying and disgusting...

But I can't help but think of you again and again.

If only this world were really a dream.

How could I be willing to write a story about falling flowers and ruthless water to torture myself?

……

……

On the floating mountain peak, the emblem of the holy fire was so dazzling, constantly moving towards the front line.

This is a city flying in the sky, a battle fortress with countless ferocious cannons.

At the same time, there are more than [-] first-level believers and above, stationed in key areas, and can unleash terrifying spell storms when needed.

"When Yongyan Fortress enters the battlefield, it marks the beginning of the decisive battle."

A fourth-level saint was personally stationed in the fortress, his cold eyes filled with murderous intent, pointing forward, "After today, this world will only have the name of the Holy Fire!"

Faulkner smiled and said: "It's just like the marshal's arrangement. The main force of the demons is still using the intelligence we deliberately spread, and is preparing to use the wounded barracks to surround the point to provide reinforcements."

"In order to win, some sacrifices are necessary."

The saint's voice was cold, and he looked at the demon king's city that was already in front of him, with a mocking look in his eyes.

The ending of this world has long been written.

The previous performances were to please the elders.

Ending the performance at this time is to allow them to become more immersed in the world.

Tragedy is eternal. Only by constantly creating regrets can they be completely immersed in this illusory world, unwilling to wake up and fight for a better tomorrow.

The emperor and nobles of the Holy Fire Empire, including apostles such as Faulkner, did not understand the role they were playing.

This is the wisdom of the Holy Fire.

……

……

Roland was also surprised when the floating fortress entered the battlefield.

I had no idea that the Alien Fire Cult had such a powerful weapon before.

But he quickly realized that this might be the signal for the decisive battle to begin.

The potential of the demons is about to be exhausted, and the Alien Fire Order is about to end its play.

"The end of the war also means we have the opportunity to get a glimpse of the truth."

Roland synchronized what he saw to the Eternal Dream Glazed Realm.