I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

【This is a collection! 】

"It's really a strange interest, but thanks to your interest, I'm more energetic now," Sidica spread her hands, "Good job, locker!"

【Hey!Miss Long, I won't be named like this! 】

"Ah~ it's so noisy~ but the sun is about to set," Sidika narrowed her eyes.

The breath from the wind is no longer the dry smell of pure desert, and there is something else, shattering, despair.

Appears to have reached the edge of the desert.

PS little hero has to wait a level, uncomfortable

In Chapter 3, the goal is against the sniper

Heroes have many standards, and the heroic spirits engraved in the Hall of Valor are not necessarily the heroes that people desire.

Good order does not necessarily save people, and chaos and evil do not all regard human life as a must.

Because each of them has their own will.

Justice is only a choice for them, not that they are carried away by justice.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Sidica fell silent.

The servant who was the assassin voluntarily sacrificed his head to protect the innocent refugees, but the servant who was a knight plucked the bowstring to kill the refugees when the assassin fell to the ground.

Ah~ I really can't stand it anymore.

Sidika grabbed the red-haired knight's face and pressed it into the ground. The huge force caused the ground to sink, and the refugees who were blown by the strong wind stumbled and almost fell.

"Let's go," Sidica pulled the red-haired knight out of the ground and threw him out like a rag, then turned his head and glanced at the dazed civilian.

"Thank you, thank you!" The rescued refugee was stunned for a moment, then bent down towards Sidika, then lifted up the assassin whose body had become transparent and fled.

With a melodious sound, an invisible wind blade swept in the direction of the refugees, but one hand pinched the wind blade before hitting them.

"I swear to be kind to the weak," Sidika pinched the wind blade and calmly watched the red-haired knight who got up, his snow-white hair fluttering slowly in the wind, "What about your knight's code?"

"It's really sad, it's because of pity that I'll give them a good time," the red-haired knight clenched the bow in his hand, his fingers gently resting on the bowstring, "but because of your extra actions, they can't No more suffering."

"You can choose not to save, but you don't have the right to take it away," Sidica frowned, wondering if it was his illusion, there was something on the spiritual foundation of the knight in front of him.

But still unhappy!

[Reforged Pandora] Transformed into the form of a heavy bow in the light.

"Are you going to compare your bow skills with me?" The red-haired knight raised his brows. "My name is Tristan. Even if you know my real name, will you still open the bow in your hand?"

"call out--"

A golden arrow rubbed Tristan's face and shot into the distance.

"boom--"

The gust of wind made Tristan's red hair rattle, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down his face, white smoke billowing from the brushed part of his cheek.

It's a flat A! ?

"Well, I'm Sidika, and I'm going to face you here now," Sidika drew his bow again, and golden flames bloomed at his fingertips, causing the arrows to strike again like a nuclear explosion. Once on the bow.

"Hidika? The hope inscribed in the legend? If it was before, I might take you to meet the king. If it was you, you would be eligible to live in that pure white country, but now!" Tristan's finger flicked over the bowstring.

The melodious sound of the harp sounded, and the wind blade, which was enough to sever the rock, tore the air and shot it towards Sidica's neck.

"You can't live if you disobeyed the king's orders!"

The black scarf wrapped around Sidica's neck raised a slap and slapped Tristan's sure-kill slash, and at the same time Sidica's fingers loosened, and the golden arrow shot straight at Tristan.

"boom--"

The golden flames completely wrapped Tristan's body, and Tristan flew out like a shooting star along with the billowing smoke.

"Then try a little harder," Sidica walked towards Tristan, who was getting up, and kept sniping at Tristan.

"boom--"

After a series of explosions, Tristan lay motionless and dead on the ground, charred black.

Sidica walked up to Tristan and kicked his calf, "You who have been able to ruthlessly attack the weak can probably attack me without any burden, but the moment you attack me, your head will It will burst, so you can't tell your king that a powerful enemy is coming."

Tristan moved his fingers, and the burnt black on his body began to heal.

"You can't be the king's opponent."

"Can you open your eyes first?"

"I'm open."

Hidicah narrowed his eyes.

Is it open?

But he couldn't lie to him.

Forget it.

Siddija reached out and picked Tristan up.