At the moment when Luo Ming was ready to do everything in his power to block the next attack that must be extremely powerful......

"Drink, ahhhh

Three ordinary soldiers, armed with four-meter long guns, stabbed the bishop in the back.

Lockin recognized the man at the head as Martin, who had originally been a slave bought by Lockin, but was the first to ask him to join the army.

Although there was some uneasiness on that face, at the same time, there was also a determination of loyalty and gratitude.

However, the bishop didn't bother with them—the three spears began to twist the moment they hit his back, and soon broke off in the middle.

The three soldiers took a few steps back in embarrassment, spat blood from their mouths, and fell to the ground.

For an ordinary soldier, attacking a great swordsman would hurt them by just bearing the force of the shock, and if the bishop paid a little more attention to these ants, it would wipe out their lives like dust.

Obviously, even Granty had to retreat because of the exhaustion of fighting energy, otherwise it would only distract Luo Ming to protect her and cause him trouble.

Martin, of course, was no exception, and he fell straight to the ground.

Sharp pain came from his arms and viscera, as if screaming at his brain, announcing the reality that he was battered and almost incapacitated.

However, the sharp pain quickly subsided, starting from the fingertips, and gradually feeling a cold......

In his dizziness, he seemed to see the past.

He had heard that before he died, he would look back on the scene of his life, and now he could swear that it was absolutely true.

Originally lived a carefree life, occasionally wielding a few sticks, he dared to brag to his friends in the village that he would definitely become a brave man who would slay demons and eliminate evil in the future.

Breaking away from the initial naïve era, he inherited the little land left by his father, worked diligently, and was able to save a little money every year, with hope for the future.

However, a slave hunting party broke into the village, and everything was overshadowed.

He was whipped, beaten, and even had to stuff straw in his mouth so as not to starve to death. Once, taking advantage of the slave traders' unpreparedness, he risked his life to rob vicious dogs of the rancid dog food.

It wasn't until he was bought by the king that he barely gained stability.

But who wants to be a slave for the rest of his life? Imagine a little bit that if the merciful king is no longer there, will he go back to that hellish life?

No, never—silently cried out in his heart, and once when Lockin came to inspect the slaves' work, he rushed out of the queue and, at great risk of being put to death or even dragged alive to feed the dogs, had the audacity to plead before the lord.

If there is any possibility of returning to a miserable life, it is better to let him die!

Perhaps it was this determination that impressed the king, or perhaps it was the king's benevolence that took effect again, and he became a "glorious (Luo Ming)" soldier.

Originally, he just felt that in order to maintain the life he was still living, he had to become a soldier to protect Luo Ming himself.

But he soon discovers that the seemingly rigorous training is like heaven compared to his previous life.

You can eat enough every day, as well as oil, water and broth, and even eat real pieces of meat whenever the training intensity is great or when Luo Ming announces something to celebrate! This is the only treatment that the average rich peasant in the countryside has—not to mention the military salary!

The king not only provided generous food treatment, but also specially made paper armor and artillery, and trained them to use super long guns in formation, although it seemed to increase the efficiency of killing the enemy, but on the other hand, wasn't it also a measure to protect the soldiers from being easily sent to death?

The moment he figured this out, Martin developed a kind of reverence for Luo Ming for the saints who lived on earth.

This reverence has surpassed that of the pastor who occasionally came to the village before his life was subjected to great changes......

As he lay dying, he suddenly remembered the words he had spoken when he had heard Arianna preach, and muttered:

"Holy, holy, may your footprints be all over the nations, save the people, and shine the light of blessings......."

At this moment, Luo Ming also fell into a brief trance.

A warm feeling seemed to surround him.

There seemed to be hundreds of voices of gratitude praying for his safe return, and there seemed to be hundreds of voices of excitement believing that he would be able to win every battle.

The newborn is full of food**, and there is a huge cry that has not been seen in the first six children in the family, and the girl who was originally skinny and bones is now ruddy and can run and jump!

Even the old man with loose teeth can eat a piece of soft bread, tears flowing in the wrinkles like some dry ravines, and the wheat fields of last year's harvest are still fresh in their memories, rippling in the sun, like a golden ocean of hope!

Then, there was the Jin Ge Iron Horse, which ran through the sky, and the bullets rained down, flashing cold.

The military flag flutters, the military song ripples, the iron discipline is combined with courage and self-confidence, and under the leadership of that person, there is a wall of unity!

Grandi, Dacomon, Dungal, Famor, Oss, Hills, Martin, the voices and smiles of the brave and the Magi flashed...... Luo Ming's career has brought together many people's ideals and has become a guiding light, illuminating the way to hope for tomorrow!

From the depths of the abyss, which was almost deeper than darkness, a pair of blue-black eyes emerged.

The look in his eyes is an expectation, an encouragement, like a parent encouraging a child to take a brave step towards self-reliance......

In an instant, in the Heavenly Power Sword Soul, in Luo Ming's body, a new power was born.

Luo Ming's eyes didn't seem to focus, staring at somewhere in the void, but the bishop felt as if he was being targeted by some beast, and his hair stood on end.

It seems that a shadow has emerged from Luo Ming's body, if there is nothing, if you look closely, you will feel that you are actually dazzled, but inadvertently, you will find that there seems to be something really hovering and rising on his body.

There is the savagery and ferocity of the beast, but also the nobility and compassion of the saint, and if you taste it carefully, you can seem to see the interlacing of iron shackles and guillotines.

This ambivalence almost made him dizzy and wanted to vomit.

Strike first!

The fear of the unknown immediately turned into an indomitable determination, and the bishop roared forward with his halberd, stabbing at Luo Ming with all his might.

This halberd is unprecedentedly powerful, enough to pierce through the stone wall and penetrate the steel, causing hundreds of people to be killed, and blood is pouring out!

However, Luo Ming gently raised the broken sword with a melodious attitude.

The voices of thousands of people became one at this moment.

"Kill!"

The red light was flourishing, and on the tip of the sword, a different color appeared.

The moment the sword light moved, it was like the journey of the sun and the moon, and its sound was like thunder!