In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

He growled and punched Selim again in the face.

"Lawrence's greatness, you haven't inherited even the slightest bit!"

"You are a snake-hearted maggot destined to live in the sewers!"

"You have never feared life, never respected life! So now, the wrong life you made with your own hands, because you--are taking revenge on the world!!!"

"you you--"

"You crazy, beast-hearted bastard—!"

Bang!Ruslan punched again.

Selim looked at his little assistant vaguely.

Tears of blood fell on his face, he looked at Lu Silan's hideous face, his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't say anything.

He understood everything, everything that frightened him.

Ruslan let go of his hand, and Selim fell to the ground weakly.

He didn't even know what he was thinking.

Ruslan's eyes had been stained with blood and tears that could not be faded blood red. Looking at Selim lying on the ground, he spat out a mouthful of spit, and then turned to leave.

In any case, my mistakes I will not avoid.

Even in the end, even if you are about to fall into the abyss, I will stay by your side.

anno-sama

Selim coughed twice, wiped off the saliva that Ruslan spit on his face with his sleeve, stood up tremblingly, and watched Ruslan's retreating back, spitting out a little blood.

Looking into the distance, the black smoke floating in the city of London has dyed half of the sky black, obviously something extraordinary has happened.

"Arno No. [-]" he unconsciously chanted the name of his creation, and staggered to climb up while holding on to the things in the ruins.

"Is it you, angry?"

He looked like he wanted to go far away, but his legs were weak and weak, and he knelt on the ground, and happened to see his hands that were still stained with blood.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

He was greatly frightened, and his body did not know where the strength came from, and he suddenly ducked back quickly.

But he couldn't escape the blood on his hands.

谷傸

Norla Broll's blood.

Bloodstains from Arnold One.

He was awakened suddenly.

"I did all this?"

"I did it"

"I did it!?"

He lay on the ground and looked up at the city of London, at the thick smoke that represented disaster.

"I did it"

His eyes darkened.

"Luslan, you're right"

He stood up slowly.

"I'm a bastard who doesn't know how to respect life and lose his conscience"

"How could I do such a thing?"

Whether it was a sense of guilt or a sense of responsibility drove Selim's legs.

"This hell is my own hands"

Selim tripped over a piece of equipment, but got up again.

"What the hell have I done?"

He ran, towards the city of London, towards his sin.

The magicians have come to the city of London.

And outside of London, there are more magicians.

They opened up huge magical positions and barriers, covering the entire city of London.

What they need to be responsible for is not only to defeat this monster from nowhere, but also to minimize the impact of this incident after the fact.

It's a matter of whether the mystery is exposed or not, and all magicians are extremely cautious.

The monarch El-Melloi, that is, Maximilian's judgment is very accurate, and the current Arno is not the time to be strong.

Its magic power, whether it is quality or quantity, is very large and advanced, and it can even crush most of the fantasy species, comparable to those giant dragons with names.

But it's too immature.

It has only been born for a few hours, and there has never been a life as sad as it. It does not even have instinct, but just roughly uses the magic power in its own body.

No matter how terrifying the magic in its body is, it has no way to use it.

It is a beast without the slightest sense of reason, just venting its desire for destruction frantically.

Its huge palm slapped towards a building, but a huge fireball suddenly hit his body.

For some reason, it also has pain, and looks in that direction angrily.

Then, people, many people, people with a "threat" in its eyes, appeared.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

The monarch who inherits science, the monarch Brisisan looked at Arno One with some fear.

"Be careful with this level of magic!"

"It looks so terrifying and terrifying, but it sounds like a little boy. It's really strange. To be honest, I kind of want to bring it back to my laboratory." The monarch of animal science, the monarch Gaius Ling pursed his lips, slightly Looking at Arnold One with interest.

"Let's talk about that kind of thing when it's over." The monarch El-Mello sighed and glanced at the direction the monster came from, feeling a little heavy.

He had a vague guess, but he didn't dare to think about it.

Magicians, attacked.

But

A young man who ran out of nowhere suddenly stood in the middle of the monster and the magician.

He happened to stop on a magic path and was knocked out.

===Chapter 690 Eight lessons of life, the price of life===

Sovereign Bathemello frowned as he looked at the young man who was knocked away.

He felt the breath of the young man and stretched out his hand to signal everyone to stop.

"What are you doing! You're a magician too, young man!" said the monarch Barthemelo sharply. "Get out of the way, now half of London is destroyed, and the situation must be dealt with!"

"Of course I know what I'm doing." Ruslan's chest was blasted with a pothole, and blood was gurgling outward, but Ruslan still used all his strength to get up.

The blood dripping on the ground formed a miserable and beautiful pattern, and blood tears were still streaming down Luslan's eyes.

His tone collapsed: "I really don't want to stand by and watch."

"And, if I don't stand by his side," he turned around and walked towards the monster standing there, "no one will stand by his side."

He faltered, but walked with great determination.

"Ahhhhhh"

The monarch Bathemello sighed: "Although I don't know what happened among you, your determination also moved me, but"

He issued an attack order to the magicians around him: "This time, we must take action. If you insist on stopping in front of us, we will not be merciful."

"I know." The magic behind him was about to strike, and a miserable and mocking smile appeared on the corner of Luslan's mouth, "Magician, isn't that what it looks like?"

Arno No. [-] wanted to protect Ruslan, but before it could run over and lost too much blood, Ruslan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, still shedding blood and tears, was drowned in magic.

In those compound eyes, Ruslan's last expression was reflected.

It was a complicated and weird expression.

For some reason, Arnold One can understand the meaning inside.

"Goodbye"

boom--

boom-

Ruslan was directly blown up by various powerful magic, and before Arno had time to react, more bombings hit it.

It's strong, but the magician is stronger.

What's more, the clock tower itself represents one of the highest levels of magic on this planet. Here, it is the clock tower that can represent this highest level, nine of the twelve monarchs of the highest level, except for that one. The mysterious dean, this is already the highest combat power on the bright side of the clock tower.

Arno No. [-] is just an empty shell with a super fantasy species, and the actual strength that can be exerted is only the level of a powerful fantasy species.

Undoubtedly, what it encountered was crushing.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"

The beast roared in pain.

But the engraved magic circuits on his inner shell are helping him slow the damage.

Arno One is a "perfect" creature, at least in relative terms, as Selim puts it.

The defense is powerful and can cause great damage. If Arnold can really learn to use his power, the current city of London will not be only half destroyed at all, but completely collapsed half an hour ago.