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Chapter 228 : General, How About I Vent Some Anger for You?
"The Blood-Clothed Army is about to break in?"
"This... what is this?"
"Look over there! Aren't they fighting?"
"The sun? How is this possible?"
"What on earth happened?"
E ǹu m̀ a .і̇d̄
...
The final battle that would decide the future fate of Yueyang City had finally begun.
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For the whole day today, the shouts of killing outside Yueyang City were continuous, and the flames of war were flying. There was no peace.
Until the sun set in the west, everything was still not over.
All the common people in the city could do was to cower in the city and wait, pray and wait, waiting for the judgment of fate.
No matter who ruled the world, they could only drift with the tide and could not control their own lives.
Ŵ е̇ ḃ n̆оv ĕ l E n̈ um̃а
No one could sleep peacefully tonight.
No one knew if they could see the sun of tomorrow peacefully after falling asleep.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew, and the dark clouds that had been covering the sky of Yueyang City seemed to have been dispelled.
People unconsciously walked out of their doors and looked in the direction of the war.
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The next moment, they seemed to have seen something surprising and were a little dazed.
The dark night sky suddenly appeared with countless stars, deep and vast, emitting waves of warm energy.
Е n u̇m а́ . і d
More and more, brighter and brighter.
The surging energy slowly gathered with the starlight, turning into a huge ball of light, illuminating the inside and outside of the entire city as bright as day.
Like the sun, a peaceful aura rippled out, blowing in everyone's heart with the gentle wind.
The new king worshipped ghosts. For the past year, Yueyang City had always been howling with sinister winds, and ghost shadows were rampant. Now it seemed that they had all been dispelled.
The people fighting on the battlefield couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Time was frozen for a moment. Everyone raised their heads and stared blankly at the bright 'sun'.
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For a moment, killing, madness, anxiety, fear... all kinds of negative emotions seemed to have been swept away, and it became a little more peaceful.
Of course, it was only for a moment.
The gentle scenery could only relax the mind a little. People's desires would not be lifted by magic.
After this moment, the battlefield was still fighting.
The war was still going on, blood was splattering, and people were dying every minute and every second. No one could change the general trend.
But, the light shone down, and the huge hemispherical dark barrier that had enveloped Wang Huai and his party, as if it had encountered something that restrained it, evaporated like water vapor, turning into wisps of black smoke, and disappeared little by little.
Е̃ n ūm а . ï d̄
"Bang!"
The ghost flag of the netherworld in the hands of the faceless ghost seemed to have lost its support. It lost its color, and the pattern of the green-faced, fanged ghost on it disappeared. The flagpole also broke.
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The faceless ghost held the broken flagpole. Although he couldn't see his expression, he seemed to be standing there in a daze, stunned for a moment.
Wang Huai and his party and these ghosts and gods were completely exposed to the sight of everyone around.
A headless giant, a faceless person, a flesh and blood monster, a hollow person, and a one-armed general with his head and arm cut off...
"This... Your Majesty! Quick, quick, save His Majesty!"
Е́n̊ u ṁ a
"What is that?"
"Monster... monster!"
"Who are you!"
...
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Strange phenomena happened one after another, making people's eyes dizzy.
The surrounding generals and soldiers saw that Wang Huai was fine, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Е̃ n̊ ǔmā. і̄d
They guarded their leader on one side, and looked at the strange existences on the opposite side with horrified eyes on the other.
"Haha!"
At the same time, a wild laugh came to their ears.
A shiny bald head was dazzling. The big monk's whole body was shining with a golden Buddha light. With a special body technique, he moved around and broke into the military formation, rushing to the forefront of Wang Huai's side.
He held his nine-ringed big saber in his hand and fiercely cut at the Blood-Whipping King, who had eaten the blood ball and had expanded into a giant.
"Puchi!"
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The flesh and blood monster was easily cut off an arm by him.
The '卍' character shining with golden light was printed on his hand, and he fiercely slapped at the other party.
The monk was impulsive and violent. His strength was also one of his reliances. He had never lost a fight since he became a monk.
He was not very good at preaching Buddhist scriptures, but he was very good at fighting with sabers and sticks. He had made rapid progress in cultivating the art of subduing demons and ghosts with Buddha light.
He was not afraid of heaven or earth, so he was naturally impulsive and irritable. It was just the right profession to deal with these netherworld evil spirits.
The barrier was broken, and an unexpected enemy suddenly broke into the battlefield. The Blood-Whipping King also reacted extremely quickly. A blood-red long-handled lantern appeared in his other hand. With a casual wave, a blood mist filled the air, covering the figures of the five ghosts, and at the same time, avoiding the golden palm that the big monk had printed over.
Е̊n u m а
An invisible barrier also bounced the monk out. The broken arm turned into countless blood swords and shot at the monk.
"Ding ding dang dang."
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The blood swords hit the golden monk, but it was as if they had hit steel, making a series of crisp sounds.
"Buddha?"
Such an obvious power characteristic, one could see the monk's foundation at a glance.
An unexpected person had appeared.
Е n um̊ а̄. і d̄
The faceless ghost raised his head and looked at the strange 'sun' and the aggressive monk.
For a moment, he was also a little dazed.
There were not many cultivators in this world who could display such a divine ability, and most of them had an extraordinary foundation and carried some special fate.
So-called not looking at the monk's face but at the Buddha's face, interests intertwined, and some conflicts could not be formed.
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The Chen country worshipped ghosts. This place had already belonged to the netherworld. According to the rules, no immortal gods would interfere!
This monk... how could he appear here?
W̊ e̊b̄ n о̌ v̈ е́ľ Ӗn û m̈ӓ
Many things in this battle today had exceeded expectations.
The spirit of the Blood-Clothed Army's monarch was beyond expectations, and now there was this outsider stirring up trouble, which was even more beyond expectations.
The aura that had broken into the military formation seemed to have become a little dull, and the oppressive person could not breathe.
The monk glanced at the warm 'sun' on the dome, carried his big saber, and shouted at this group of ghosts and gods, "The human world is not the netherworld. This place belongs to humans, not ghosts! You should retreat quickly!"
Ming Chen had only asked him to save Wang Huai's life. He didn't want to care about the extra things.
"Hmph!"
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The plan was completely exposed. Facing thousands of troops, even if they had infinite power and divine abilities, they could not display them. The five ghosts were already powerless to take Wang Huai away.
But!
It was fine for this monk to speak nicely, but to drive them away like driving a dog, arrogantly and wantonly, was a bit too much.
If they left in such a sorry state, it would be a disgrace to the netherworld.
The faceless ghost's figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.
The next moment,
Ẃе̂ b̀ nо.v̇ ёl̃ E ǹũ m̂ а̃
"Er..."
The monk trembled all over, only feeling that the ground under his feet was soft, and the light and shadow in front of him were flowing.
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When he came back to his senses, his whole person was only left with half of his body on the ground, and the other half was unknown to have been caught into the ground by some force.
"The Chen country worships ghosts. The country has already belonged to the netherworld."
"We can walk freely!"
A cold voice came from his ear.
Ӗn̆ um̊.а.і̊ d̆
The implication was that he was explaining the rules and that he was in the right.
As soon as his voice fell, the monk's pupils suddenly shrank. He only felt a palpitation in his chest, and his heart seemed to have been gently pinched.
He suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the ghost or god with an empty chest and a cold face.
He saw that the other party was holding a magic seal in one hand, and his eyes were filled with a cold and gloomy light. He was staring at him, and his other hand was strangely bent, grabbing into the empty space in his chest.
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What kind of magic was this?
He knew very well that the other party could have crushed his heart with one hand just now.
Е ṅ u̇m̄ а̀
But the other party did not do so. This was a warning.
He tightened his grip on his saber and looked at these ghosts and gods with a serious face.
Even if they were suppressed by the momentum of this hundred thousand-strong army, these ghosts and gods could still use strange means.
He was a little careless!
...
"This..."
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The originally bad situation seemed to have suddenly reversed.
The barrier was broken, and the darkness where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face was illuminated by the gentle sun. The scene in front of him returned to brightness, and Wang Huai finally saw clearly who his opponent was.
But for the situation in front of him, he felt a little dazed, completely beyond his imagination.
Obviously, someone was helping him.
Who was that golden monk?
In the chaos, he had no time to talk to Bu Chen. He just commanded the surrounding soldiers, "Warriors, follow me to fight the enemy!"
W ẽbň оvẽ l̊ En̆ ūm̌ ä
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
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"Kill!"
Previously, they were in the darkness and could not see. That was the enemy's home ground.
Now, they could all see!
Then let's start over. So what if they were ghosts and gods!
Еñum̌ӑ
Wang Huai believed in his soldiers. They could cut through life and death and drive away evil spirits.
A domineering majesty rippled out. The emperor's eyes were like torches, and his momentum was majestic. He firmly locked his gaze on the ghost shadow hidden in the blood mist.
He didn't think about retreating to save his life. On the contrary, he raised his big saber, shouted loudly, and bravely moved forward.
He was originally like this. He had risen up in a chaotic world, like a big saber cutting through the corrupt human world.
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Just like now.
So the emperor of the Blood-Clothed Army was such a person.
En um̆ а̀ . i̊ d̀
Bu Chen on the side couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this scene.
The world in the eyes of a cultivator was different. He could see that an endless and mighty power was circling around Wang Huai, and his momentum was rising.
His whole person had turned into a big saber, cutting at the blood mist ghost shadow.
This grassroots emperor really had some spirit. He was truly a hero. The Blood-Clothed Army that Bu Chen had seen killing and plundering did not match him.
Failure!
This was not allowed for ghosts and gods.
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They had launched such a large-scale, sinister, and strange attack. If they were defeated and left in a sorry state.
This was undoubtedly a huge blow to their reputation.
But... how to win?
Without the barrier, the sun's light shone on the dome.
More and more soldiers gathered. The momentum of thousands of troops locked on, and the shouts of killing were soul-stirring, nailing them to the spot.
Even if they had some strange divine abilities, they could not display them, and they could not be effective.
E̊n um̈ а̊ .іd̀
Several ghosts and gods looked at each other.
The Beheading King held out his hand, and a ferocious head suddenly appeared in his hand. Compared to his huge figure, this head was not big.
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He put it on his empty neck and held a seal in one hand.
[Nether Ghost Transformation into a Mortal]
The next moment, his expanded figure instantly shrank. Although he was still burly, he no longer had the exaggerated size of a ghost or god.
The sinister and ghostly aura seemed to have all dissipated. He did not have the majestic momentum of a ghost or god at all. He looked like a heroic general, with a rough face, and holding a long-handled axe.
Wе b n о̆ ṽe̊l Еn̂ ü m̃ а̌
He let out a light breath, only feeling that the pressure around him had been greatly reduced.
The body of a ghost or god was restricted by the military formation, so he would just be a pure warrior.
For thousands of years, he had not entered this magnificent battlefield again.
He sniffed the rusty smell in the air, tightened his grip on the weapon in his hand, and his eyes were like torches, looking at Wang Huai who was rushing up.
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"Clang!"
The big saber and the long-handled axe fiercely collided.
Е n ùm̀а̌_.іd̃
"Drink!"
He roared angrily and directly blocked Wang Huai. The long-handled axe was swung exquisitely, and the axe blade flashed with a cold light, fiercely cutting at Wang Huai's neck.
He had enjoyed beheading in his life. He had killed too many people!
So what if he killed another emperor?
"Swish!"
But just then, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly came.
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...
On the other side, the fallen leaves fluttered with the wind.
Ming Chen waved his hand, and the bright sun was summoned.
Seeing that Wang Huai was safe and sound, Ming Chen smiled lightly.
It saved him the trouble of using flames.
"By the way, let's settle a grudge."
Е ňu m̆ а. іḋ
"General, how about I vent some anger for you?"
Seeing that the ghosts and gods had not retreated, Ming Chen seemed to have thought of something. He lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the glowing soft jade in his hand, and murmured softly, "Lend me your law."
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"Wuwuwu!"
The next moment, a sinister wind blew, and a ghost shadow flowed.
The gentleness and kindness he had when he had borrowed the law from the crown prince just now had disappeared in an instant. Ming Chen raised his eyebrows, and his momentum seemed to have become a little cold and hard.
Beheading Ghost General, Zhao Rujie.
W̆ ẽ bn о̂ v̈ è ĺ En umа̇_
This general was originally the defender that Ling Yu had left in the northern border. Ming Chen was not familiar with him.
But Ming Chen knew that this general had died at the hands of the Beheading King.
He stretched out his hand and pointed at the distant battlefield. A large bow with a black body and carved patterns and a broken sword with a faint light appeared in his hand.
He drew the bow to a full moon, aimed at the ghost or god who had put on his head. The large bow on the top of the mountain shone with a deep and gloomy light, like a god, and no one could approach.
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"Swish!"
The sword light flashed and broke through the air.
Wе̃b̈_ńöv̂ е́ l Е̄.n u m̃ а́
...
These ghosts and gods had strange means. In an instant, they had changed their appearance, and the headless people had all grown heads.
Their momentum was heavy, and their martial arts were exquisite.
Seeing the axe blade cutting at his head, Wang Huai subconsciously raised his big saber to block.
However, the next moment,
The expected feeling of the weapons colliding and shaking his hand did not come.
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The Beheading King, who was holding a long-handled axe, trembled all over and stood there in a daze.
But a fist-sized hole had appeared in his chest. Specks of fluorescent light spread out from it, but no blood flowed out.
Looking in the direction of the hole, a broken sword was stuck in the mud and slowly disappeared.
And the Beheading King also stood there in a daze, staring blankly at the slowly disappearing broken sword on the ground.
This sword... he seemed to be a little familiar with it.
"Thump."
Ẁ ё b̀nоv̂е l Е̃nǔ m̆ á
While he was thinking, the figure fell to the ground and slowly disappeared.
...
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Ming Chen stood on the top of the mountain and slowly released the bowstring in his hand.
The large bow slowly disappeared, and the glowing jade in his hand flowed with light.
Beheading King, Zhuo Yao.
The book of the Immortal Jade Record turned a page. A headless giant held a chain axe, and a ghostly aura surrounded him.
Е̄n um̃а́_. і̃ d̃
After the Lord of Li-Fire Star, Yu Dongchuan, another god of a similar style had appeared.
Ming Chen rubbed the Immortal Jade Record in his hand, and his eyes flickered.
Unlike the old emperor and the crown prince, he could not borrow the law from the Lord of Li-Fire Star, Yu Dongchuan.
Now, this Beheading King, Zhuo Yao, also could not.
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It was just that their names had appeared on the Immortal Jade Record.
Was it being attacked? Or did it need to cause huge damage? To make these ethereal gods appear on the Immortal Jade Record?
Ӗ ń u̇m̌а̃_.і̌ d̈
After they appeared, what would happen?
He thought to himself.
"It's almost... over."
This was a ghost or god who had lived for thousands of years. He should have wisdom and should know the principle of stopping when it was good.
The farce should be over.
"It saved you the trouble."
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He smiled and tapped the little bird's head.
Originally, he didn't know if the monk could hold on. He had also planned to send Long Lian and Fuyao, two fighting forces, to the field.
Now it seemed that it was not necessary.
The tenacity and courage of the army led by Wang Huai had exceeded his expectations.
It would be fine to wait a little longer. If more people died... these armies would also be troublesome to deal with in the future.
...
Е ñ.u̇m̀_a . і̌d̀
Who was it?!
The faceless ghost shifted his gaze and looked in the direction where the broken sword had been shot.
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Although he had no eyes on his face, he could break through the space and see a more distant direction.
There was someone!
He knew very well that there was still a person there!
It was this person who had ruined their plan.
Ẇеb̊ nо v̄ еl̂. Е̊n u m̄ а̌.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The soldiers raised their weapons and shouted around, and the shouts of killing were deafening.
A rain of arrows shot at these few ghosts and gods.
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Although it could not cause any substantial damage, it was also a little painful.
"Drink!"
Wéb̆n̂ ov е̊l̀ .Е̊n̆ u ḿа̃
The monk's eyes were angry, and a golden light shot out from his eyes. He held a Buddhist seal, and his whole figure seemed to have expanded a little. A Buddha light surged from his whole body, and he pulled himself out of the mud with brute force, staring at the Heart-Gouging Ghost.
A majestic and sacred Buddha statue sat on a lotus platform, closing its eyes and emitting a Buddha light, as if it were looming behind him.
"Ah!!!"
"Kill! Charge!!"
"No, I surrender... surrender..."
The ancient capital, which had not been invaded by enemy troops for hundreds of years, was now climbed up by someone and was fighting with the defenders.
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The solemn city gate was also broken open by brute force. The rebel army poured in, and it was a mess.
The general trend was gone.
Trapped in the quagmire of the military formation, and the other party was not in chaos, the few ghosts and gods could not act rashly.
There was also a strange sun on the dome, and they were already powerless to use their divine abilities.
Such a big commotion, but they had not taken Wang Huai away. It was a bit of a tiger's head and a snake's tail.
They were thinking.
Е̌n̄u m̀ a
"Boom boom boom!"
Just then, a series of violent roars came from the ground.
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"Wuwuwu~"
"Ah!"
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. People stood there in a daze, as if they had heard the cries of ghosts in their ears.
This was originally a battlefield. They were fighting and killing every moment, and people were dying every moment.
Е ǹ u̇mа .і̌ d
A sinister wind howled, and the cries of the dead howled. Too many people had died today.
Between the roars of the earth, countless corpses on the ground twisted strangely, and all their blood was squeezed out. Blood flowed and gathered into a river.
The blood waves surged, as if under the control of some existence. They changed shape in the air, gradually taking shape, and gathered into a huge door frame.
The scarlet aura solidified and turned into blood-red wood, exuding a bloody smell. A bright light flashed, and complex patterns and green-faced, fanged ghost patterns were printed on it.
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Someone was curious and looked inside through the door frame, but he trembled all over, his pupils widened, and his face was full of fear, as if he had seen something terrible. He was lost and dazed.
"Wuwuwu~"
Ẇ е bñ о̌ vе̌ĺ_ Е n u m.å
The cold wind was piercing, and the cries of the dead soldiers echoed in their ears.
The atmosphere of the entire battlefield became strangely quiet.
The next moment, everyone trembled all over, and their faces were full of horror.
Indescribable, unimaginable, uncontrollable, incomprehensible...
A huge palm suddenly came out of that huge ghost gate. The palm was covered with scales, and a purple light surrounded it, and it was written with unknown runes.
It waved gently at Wang Huai.
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This brave and fearless monarch trembled all over, only feeling that his soul seemed to have been scattered, and he felt a little lost.
Behind him, the battle ghost, the drunk ghost, and the mountain ghost, the three brothers who had followed Wang Huai all the way, trembled and fell to the ground with a thud, losing their breath.
They were the first to join Wang Huai, but they had died on the eve of victory.
How could no one die? How could a mortal block a ghost or god?
They had to die.
Sufficient sacrifice, sufficient sadness, fear, and anger would make people remember.
Ě nû m̄ а̃.ī d
Then, the palm turned its direction and fiercely slapped at the aggressive big monk.
"Bang!"
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The monk's magic had not been completed, and the virtual image behind him had not solidified, but it was scattered by the strong wind.
Bu Chen widened his eyes and stared blankly at the palm. A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
The shadow on his head gradually enlarged.
"Boom!"
Ӗnu mа̃
The palm was merciless. It smashed down on his head and directly smashed him under the palm. The giant palm landed on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
A person who did not abide by the rules needed to be punished.
Several ghosts and gods looked at the door, at the huge palm, but with a bit of reverence.
But just then,
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"Sa!"
A strong wind rose, and a series of cold auras seemed to come from all directions. This place outside the ancient city seemed to have been locked by countless auras.
Е n̆ úm̆а̌
Then, after finishing the matter, the palm and the door frame all turned into a blood mist and disappeared.
The ghost gate appeared, the palm waved, and now it disappeared. Everything had happened in just an instant.
At the same time, several ghosts and gods also disappeared into the shadows.
In an instant, all the ghost shadows disappeared, and everything returned to calm, as if it had never appeared.
Wang Huai had survived. This difficulty of the Blood-Clothed Army was considered to have passed.
The soldiers on the battlefield were all in a daze.
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What they had seen and heard today was completely beyond their cognition.
The siege battle in front was still going on. The defenders of Yueyang had already been defeated and could no longer stop the continuous attack of the Blood-Clothed Army.
It didn't need the three days that the general had said. When the sun rose again tomorrow, the Blood-Clothed Army could step on the capital that represented the heart of a country.
But at this moment, these people on the rear battlefield had no time to pay attention to the city they had been thinking about for a long time.
"Cough cough cough..."
"You're a good one, Ming Chen. This poor monk has really fallen into your big trap!"
W ӗ b̀ nо̇ v̌ еl̊ Е̃ n̄ um̆а̂
The huge palm was printed down. The monk's whole body was shining with golden light, and his body was as hard as iron and stone, but his whole person was embedded in the mud, and he couldn't be pulled out.
Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he kept coughing lightly. He looked at the gradually disappearing bright 'sun' on the dome and murmured with some complaint.
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Since he had left the Qiushen Temple, he had never suffered such a big setback.
It was fine to deal with a few ghost kings, but what the hell was this thing that had run out later?
It almost slapped him to death.
(End of Chapter)
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