Cthulhu Gonfalon Bahasa Indonesia Chapter 119.119. Bab 119
Ray tidak menyadari apa yang sebenarnya terjadi. Dia sekarang benar-benar terjebak dalam pertempuran yang hingar-bingar. Sekilas, selama itu diskalakan, apakah itu hijau, biru atau merah, itu adalah pedang.
Potensi pedangnya tidak menakjubkan, juga tidak terlalu cepat. Bahkan kekuatan pedang pun tidak begitu besar, tapi paksaan yang dipancarkan darinya membuat setiap nelayan yang menghadapinya jatuh dalam kekacauan. . Mereka tidak ingin berperang keras, tapi aksinya akan selalu lamban dan semi tempo. Seringkali saat mereka bereaksi, mereka telah dibunuh oleh Lei Jian, melambaikan senjata dengan sia-sia, dan tidak mengejar ketinggalannya.
Untuk sesaat, medan perang nampaknya telah jatuh ke dalam stagnasi.
Tidak tahu berapa lama, tiba-tiba terdengar suara nyaring, tembakan pistol ajaib terus menerus meledak karena kepanasan.
Seolah-olah dia memberi perintah, dan dengan suara nyaring ini, hujan deras turun dari awan gelap yang hampir rata ke tanah. Tiba-tiba, ada yang suram di antara langit dan bumi. Hujan deras disertai angin yang mengamuk dan gelombang dan ombak yang melanda yang menyerang pelabuhan dan juga menyerang tentara laut.
Di depan langit dan bumi, orang-orang laut akhirnya mundur. Mereka kembali ke laut untuk mengatur kembali pasukan dan memberi kesempatan kepada pembela untuk bernafas.
"Berapa banyak orang yang masih hidup?" Ray kembali tenang, melihat sekeliling dan berteriak, "Hiduplah!"
"Oh."
Thunder geli dan menatapnya dengan nyenyak, tapi itu adalah seorang petualang. Lihatlah dia memakai baju besi kulit, memegang segenggam pedang berduri di tangannya, dan beberapa hiasan kecil di pakaiannya. Jelas seorang bard.
Tak mengherankan kalau dia begitu humoris, dan hanya tentang karakter inilah yang mengukir humor ke dalam jiwa yang bisa menertawakan saat ini.
Ada juga banyak orang yang masih menyuarakan. Meski kebanyakan mereka sudah kelelahan dan banyak orang luka parah, setidaknya beberapa orang masih tetap tinggal.
Keberuntungan terbaik adalah seorang barbar. Dia mogok sebelum jatuh, dan Jizhongzhizhi menangkap mayat dua nelayan pada dirinya sendiri, dan dia benar-benar membuat orang-orang ikan itu berkedip-kedip. Meski tercekik oleh bau busuk, rasanya sangat terluka - oh, luka yang sebelumnya pernah diderita dalam pertempuran adalah sebaliknya.
Ray tersenyum, menyapa mereka satu per satu, mendorong mereka dan menghibur mereka. Bagi mereka yang benar-benar diselamatkan, dia juga bisa membuat penampilan tamu di pastor dan mendoakannya sehingga dia bisa tersenyum dan mati.
Di tubuhnya, kecemerlangan yang dipakai bertahun-tahun dan penderitaannya kembali. Pada saat ini, dia sama sekali tidak mirip ksatria. Rasanya seperti seorang raja yang sedang mengunjungi barak setelah Perang Besar.
Inilah pendidikan yang ia terima tahun itu, hampir tertulis tentang naluri darah. Meski tahun-tahun ini belum pernah digunakan, ia sengaja dilupakan, tapi kali ini sudah muncul lagi, seperti bernapas secara alami.
Tapi saat dia berjalan di depan Lanke yang sedang sekarat, akhirnya dia tidak memiliki kebanggaan bangsawan yang seperti raja. Kesedihan memenuhi hatinya dan bahkan meluap dari matanya.
"Rangke ... kenapa kamu mau kembali!" Dia melihat sekilas bahwa cidera murid itu tidak dapat dipulihkan kecuali jika kekosongan itu bisa terjadi, atau Stil bisa segera muncul.
Tapi itu tidak mungkin, berita itu berasal dari kekosongan kekosongan, dia berkelahi dengan dewi laut. Dewi kelautan adalah pelindung laut, dan peperangan di sisi lain jauh lebih penting daripada di sini. Dan di hadapan tiran perempuan, yang juga sangat berkuasa di antara para dewa, saya khawatir bahkan jika Anda berada di bawah lutut Anda, tidak mungkin Anda bisa meluangkan waktu lagi - ini sangat mendesak dan singkat saat Anda menghubungi diriNya sendiri. Agaknya.
Stil bahkan kecil kemungkinannya untuk kembali. Dia membantu Liv melindungi para pengungsi agar tidak melarikan diri. Apa yang orang-orang ini perjuangkan? Bukankah untuk melindungi pengungsi yang lamban membiarkan mereka melarikan diri? Biarkan Stiell kembali, itu hanyalah gerobak di depan kuda!
Tapi saat ini, dia benar-benar terguncang, dan dia ingin berdoa berlutut atau dengan putus asa mencari pertolongan dari Stil.
Ini adalah seorang siswa yang dengan susah payah dibudidayakan! Itu adalah penggantinya yang ingin mewarisi bajunya!
Memang bakat Rank tidak bagus, dan tidak bisa dibandingkan dengan jenius Lei. Tapi sikap anak ini sangat benar, latihannya sangat keras, dan kemajuannya cepat, selangkah demi selangkah. Tidak peduli seberapa menuntut guru, dia tidak akan merasa tidak puas dengan dia.
Melihat dirinya terlihat seperti sedang berlatih keras dan menatapnya kelelahan. Matanya penuh kepercayaan diri dan harapan. Ray teringat dirinya bertahun-tahun yang lalu dan teringat ketenangan dan kecantikan yang sudah lama berlalu.
Meskipun dia belum menyadarinya, sebenarnya, di dalam hatinya, Lanke Dang telah menjadi tidak hanya seorang siswa tapi juga seorang anak sendiri!
Tapi sekarang, Lanke sudah meninggal.
Ranke sudah mati ...
Frank sudah mati!
Thunder memeluk Langke, terbaring di genangan darah, memegang tinjunya erat-erat, mengepalkan giginya dan memaksa dirinya berbicara dengan suara keras dan dingin. Karena dia tidak melakukan ini, dia khawatir dia tidak mau menangis.
Dia adalah orang yang kuat, dia mengalami keracunan parah di tubuhnya dan terbaring di setumpuk mayat.Setelah melihat orang tua dan saudara laki-laki itu membusuk perlahan, dia mengira air matanya sudah habis. Saat ini, Tidak bisa membantu tapi meneteskan air mata.
"Anak bodoh! Kenapa kau kembali!"
Air matanya jatuh di wajah Lanke dan dia membangunkan Lanke yang sudah awet muda. Wajah pucat remaja tersenyum dan menatap guru itu dengan air mata di wajahnya.
"Guru ... saya ... seperti ... Cavalier ...?" Tanyanya sebentar-sebentar.
Lei mengangguk tegas, "Seperti, kau adalah ksatria terbaik!"
"Aku ... hidup ... tidak seperti ... seorang ksatria." Rank tidak memiliki usaha untuk bernapas dan suaranya begitu rendah sehingga Ray pun harus berkonsentrasi pada apa yang bisa dia dengar. "Setidaknya ... mati ... seperti Knight ... "
"Yeah!" Ray memeluk erat mulutnya dan mengangguk. Karena kesedihannya, dia tidak bisa berbicara lagi. Dia hanya bisa menggunakan satu suku kata untuk mengungkapkan penegasannya kepada murid-muridnya.
Lanke tersentak beberapa kali dan suaranya semakin rendah dan rendah: "Guru ... terima kasih ..."
Kata-kata terakhirnya berhenti di sini, dan bahkan ucapannya untuk berterima kasih pada gurunya belum bisa menyelesaikannya.
Lei diam-diam berlutut di sampingnya, menangis tanpa suara.
Orang-orang kuat yang hebat yang ketakutan oleh lautan, tapi yang masih ketakutan dan pengkhianat, menangis seperti anak kecil saat ini.
Di dunia yang tak seorang pun dapat melihat, ada seorang pria pemberani yang mengenakan raungan yang compang-camping dan membawa kapak besar yang berdiri di sampingnya. Rambut pria berotot ini marah dan berakar, wajahnya penuh dengan kemarahan. Vicious, heroik marah dan heroik terjalin. Dan Lanke, yang baru saja meninggal, sekarang berlutut ke pemujaan yang brengsek dan mengagumi.
"Ksatria kemarahan yang agung (alias tuhan keadilan), semoga kemuliaanmu bersinar atas semua kalangan!"
Kejahatan heroik adalah inkarnasi tuhan keadilan Dia merasa ada yang jahat dan mengamuk di sini Dia tidak jauh dari sini, dan segera masuk, tapi tepat pada waktunya untuk kematian Lanke.
"Nak, kamu melakukan pekerjaan dengan baik." Dia tersenyum dan mengangkat Lanke dengan telapak tangan yang besar. "Saya ingin merekrut Anda untuk menjadi pengikut saya, tapi saya ingin datang kepada Anda untuk menjadi wali yang sepi." Sisi, kan? "
Lanke tertawa: "Jika Anda membiarkan Dia bersedia menerima saya, saya pasti akan senang pergi ke kerajaan-Nya."
"Dia akan datang untuk menemuimu, kamu adalah ksatria yang baik!"
Dalam ucapannya, sebuah cahaya yang hanya bisa dilihat oleh dewa dan jiwanya jatuh ke dalam seorang wanita cantik yang mengenakan rok putih-perak yang lembut dan helm berbulu, yang menggabungkan pesona dan kejantanan.
Ini adalah nubuat dewa kesatria. Roh Kuduslah yang berawal dari era ketidaktahuan dan yang telah berjuang untuk melindungi umat manusia.
Valkyrie pertama membungkuk kepada tuhan keadilan dan membayar upeti kepada Lanke.
"Untuk menjaga para pejuang yang meninggal saat orang-orang yang tidak bersalah meninggal, tingkah lakumu layak untuk nama ksatrianya. Tolong datang dan ikuti aku. Nenek moyangmu Yang Mulia dan generasi yang lebih tua sedang menunggumu."
Lanke bersukacita dan membungkuk kepada tuhan keadilan. Dia harus buru-buru. Tapi dia segera memikirkan sesuatu, dan dia mengalihkan pandangannya kepada guru yang dengan bodohnya menangis karena angin dan hujan.
"Guruku ..." Dia ragu-ragu untuk melihat Valkyrie yang bertanggung jawab untuk membawa Roh. Ada sebuah penyelidikan di matanya.
Dewa tuhan ksatria memandangiku dan menilai penyesalan dari mata orang yang telah menghabiskan seluruh hidupnya.
"Dia telah melakukan dosa-dosa yang serius dan bahkan jika dia melakukan penebusan, dia tidak akan dapat memasuki bait suci kami," katanya. "Inilah peraturan yang ditetapkan oleh Tuhan Terang. Tuhanku juga harus mematuhinya."
"Oh, kau lebih baunya!" Dewa keadilan menggelengkan kepalanya dengan rasa jijik. "Jangan khawatir, Nak, keluargamu tidak menerimanya, aku akan melakukannya! Dia pernah mengalami kegelapan, dan akhirnya keluar dari kegelapan untuk keadilan." Berjuanglah pada pahlawan terakhir, tapi itu sesuai selera saya! "
Lanke tertawa lega dan menghilang tanpa jejak saat pejuang wanita melangkah ke seberkas cahaya.
Dewa keadilan tertawa beberapa kali, mengambil kapak tempur besar dari bahunya, menggosok tepi kapaknya dengan telapak tangannya, dan mengeluarkan banyak Mars merah-emas yang tak terhitung jumlahnya.
Dia melihat ke langit, matanya menatap melalui awan kegelapan dan menghadapi sosok besar.
"Taklawur (God of Storms), Anda benar-benar tidak dapat belajar! Anda membantu Vorpocus (dewi lautan) untuk masuk angin. Apakah saya membutuhkan Anda untuk memangkas cakar untuk Anda?"
Suara gemuruh terdengar dari awan, dan sepasang mata berkelap-kelip dengan mata elektro-optik tak terbatas.
"Yorgaardman (Dewa Keadilan), Anda terlalu banyak bisnis!"
Dua tempat pemujaan yang kuat itu saling bertentangan satu sama lain tanpa ragu, dan perjuangannya sudah dekat.
Pada saat ini, pertempuran antara dua kelompok dewa lainnya menjadi semakin intens.
Pertarungan antara Dewi Marsh dan Dewi Panen sudah cukup jelas. Setelah dewi pemulihan yang tak berdaya, setelah kehancuran total jiwa He Lili, tidak dapat lagi mempertahankan pertempuran, dia dikalahkan. Bahkan jika dia marah lagi, bagaimana dia bisa mengaum?
Dewa rawa bahkan sudah bisa membebaskan tangannya dan melepaskan panah beracun itu. Dia menembak dan membunuh orang-orang yang terlibat dalam peperangan antara dewa dan dewi. Mereka hanya melihat satu gelombang tangannya, dan sekumpulan kabut beracun gelap terkondensasi. Sepuluh panah cahaya bersiul pergi.
Setelah hanya beberapa gelombang serangan, hanya ada dua nubuat di alun-alun.
"Alasan hidup Anda!" Anda tidak dapat sepenuhnya melihat bahwa tuhan penampilan Rawa tertawa dan tertawa. "Biarkan saya melahap kekuatan ilahi Anda, dan memiliki tempat iman Anda yang paling penting. Orang yang tidak kompeten Anda telah berada pada tingkat tinggi untuk waktu yang lama. Sudah waktunya untuk menggulungnya! "
"... apa pendapatmu tentang dirimu sebagai orang hebat!" Pria itu berteriak, menderu seperti tubuh gunung yang besar, cukup untuk membiarkan kudanya terbang melintasi tentakel besar yang dikendarainya, dan sedikit lebih banyak darinya. Elemen air super berat dimainkan tak terhindarkan.
Meskipun dia sedikit kurang beruntung dalam kekuatannya, semangat juang dan tubuhnya yang kuat secara efektif memberi kompensasi atas kurangnya kekuatan. Terlebih lagi, tubuh ubur-ubur ini hanya baju besi untuknya. Dia tidak peduli untuk menghancurkannya. Bahkan jika dia benar-benar meninggal di sana, dia tidak terlalu takut.
Orang itu mati secara inheren, saudara laki-lakinya melewati dan meninggal dunia, dia sudah mati dan tidak perlu takut.
Dengan tekad untuk tidak takut mati, ia berjuang untuk menjadi gila dan menakutkan.
Sebaliknya, inkarnasi Dewi Samudera sangat kuat dan jauh dari kenangan. Karena itu, tidak hanya belum mampu menempati keunggulan, tapi nampaknya agak pasif.
Hal ini membuat dia dengan marah dikenal sebagai "keajaiban laut" dan pertarungan yang lebih sengit, semakin dia tidak bisa mengalahkan pahlawan "tidak takut mati".
Bagaimanapun, pertempuran ini tidak lebih dari sekadar sebuah kata.
Jalan sempit bertemu, pemenang berani!
Cthulhu Gonfalon Bahasa Indonesia Chapter 119. Cthulhu Gonfalon Bahasa Indonesia Chapter 119
English Version Coba2-aja Cthulhu Gonfalon Machine Translation Chapter 119
Ray did not notice what had actually happened. He was now completely trapped in the fighting frenzy. At first glance, as long as it was scaled, whether green, blue or red, in short it was a sword.
His sword potential is not amazing, nor is it particularly fast. Even the force on the sword is not so great, but the coercion emanating from him makes every fisher who faces him fall into turmoil. . They do not want to fight hard, but the action will always be slow and semi-tempo. Often when they react, they have been killed by Lei Jian, waving weapons in vain, and not catching up with his leaving.
For a moment, the battlefield seems to have fallen into stagnation.
Do not know how long, suddenly heard a loud noise, a continuous shooting of the magic gun finally exploded because of overheating.
It was as if orders were given, and with this loud noise, pouring rain poured down from the dark clouds that were almost low to the ground. Suddenly, there was a gloomy between heaven and earth. The torrential rain accompanied the raging winds and rolled up waves and waves that impacted the port and also struck the sea's army.
In front of heaven and earth, the sea people finally retreated. They returned to the sea to reorganize the troops and gave the defenders a chance to breathe.
"How many people are still alive?" Ray has returned to calm, looking around and shouting. "Living alive!"
"squeak."
Thunder was amused and looked on soundly, but it was an adventurer. Look at him wearing a leather armor, holding a handful of thorny swords on his hand, and some small decorations on his clothes, apparently a bard.
It's no wonder that he is so humorous, and only about these characters who engrave the humor into the soul will be able to laugh at this time.
There are also many people who are still vocalizing. Although most of them are already exhausted and many people are seriously injured, at least some people still remain.
The best luck was a barbarian. He broke down before falling, and Jizhongshengzhi caught the bodies of two fishmen on himself. He really flickered the fish people. Although it was suffocated by bloody smells, it was wonderfully unscathed - oh, the wounds that had previously been suffered during the battle were otherwise.
Ray smiled, greeted them one by one, encouraged them and comforted them. For those who were really saved, he could also make a guest appearance on the pastor and pray for him so that the other person could smile and die.
In his body, the brilliance worn by years and sufferings is reviving. At the moment, he did not look like a knight at all. It was like a king who was visiting the barracks after the Great War.
This is the education he received that year, almost inscribed to the instincts of blood. Although these years have not been used, he was deliberately forgotten, but this time it has emerged again, like breathing naturally.
But when he walked in front of the dying Lanke, he finally did not have the noble magnanimity that was like a king. Sadness filled his heart and even overflowed from his eyes.
"Rangke...why did you want to come back!" He saw at a glance that the student's injury was irreversible unless the emptiness could come, or that Stil could appear immediately.
But it was impossible. The news came from the emptiness of the emptiness. He was fighting with the goddess of the sea. The marine goddess is the patron of the sea, and the battles on the other side are far more important than they are here. And in the face of the female tyrant, who is also particularly powerful among the gods, I am afraid that even if you are under your knees, there is no way you can spare any more—this is especially urgent and short-term when you contact Himself with Himself. Presumably.
Stil is even less likely to return. She is helping Liv to protect the refugees from escaping. What are these men and women fighting for? Is it not to shield the slow-moving refugees from letting them escape? Let Stiell come back, it is simply the cart before the horse!
But at this moment, he was really shaken, and he wanted to pray for his desperation or ask for help from Sierre.
This is a student who he painstakingly cultivated! It was his successor who wanted to inherit his clothes!
Indeed, Rank's talent is not good, and can not be compared with genius Lei. But this child's attitude is very correct, the practice is very hard, and the progress is fast, step by step. No matter how demanding the teacher is, he will not be dissatisfied with him.
Watching him look like he was training hard and looked at him exhausted. His eyes were full of confidence and hope. Ray remembered himself many years ago and remembered the calm and beauty that had long since passed away.
Although he hasn't realized it yet, in fact, in his heart, Lanke Dang has not only been treated as a student but also as his own child!
But now, Lanke is dead.
Ranke is dead...
Frank is dead!
The Thunder hugged Langke, lying in a pool of blood, holding his fist tightly, clenching his teeth and forcing himself to speak in a hard and cold voice. Because he did not do this, he feared that he would not help crying.
He was a strong man. He experienced severe poisoning in his body and lying in a pile of corpses. After seeing his parents and brothers rot slowly, he thought that his tears had already dried up. At the moment, Can not help but shed tears.
"Silly kid! Why are you coming back!"
His tears fell on Lanke's face, and he awakened the already fallen in bed. The juvenile pale face smiled and looked at the teacher with tears on his face.
"Teacher... I... like a... Cavalier...?" he asked intermittently.
Lei nodded forcefully: "Like! You are the best knight!"
"I... lived... not like ... a knight." Rank had no effort to breathe, his voice was so low that even Ray had to concentrate on what he could hear. "At least... dead... like a ……knight……"
"Yeah!" Ray held his mouth tight and nodded heavily. Because of the grief, he has no way to speak again. He can only use one syllable to express his affirmation of his disciples.
Lanke gasped a few times and his voice was getting lower and lower: "Teacher... thank..."
His last words stop here, and even his words of thanking the teacher have not been able to finish.
Lei quietly kneeled beside him, crying silently.
The majestic strongmen who were terrified by the seas, but who are still fearful and treacherous, cried like a child at the moment.
In a world that no one can see, there is a brave man dressed in a tattered roar and carrying a great battle axe standing beside him. The hair of this brawny man is just like angrily rooting, his face is full of anger. Vicious, angry and heroic intertwined heroic. And Lanke, who had just died, is now kneeling down to the brawny and admiring worship.
"Great anger-knight (alias of the god of justice), may your glory shine upon all circles!"
The heroic brawny was the embodiment of the god of justice. He felt that there was evil and raging here. He was just not far from here, and he rushed in, but it was just in time for Lanke's death.
"Boy, you did a good job." He smiled and raised Lanke with a huge palm. "I wanted to recruit you to be my follower, but I wanted to come to you to be a lonely guardian. Side, right?"
Lanke laughed: "If you leave Him willing to receive me, I will certainly be happy to go to His kingdom."
"He will come to meet you. You are a good knight!"
In the utterance, a light that only the gods and the soul could see fell into a beautiful woman dressed in a delicate silver-white skirt and a feathered helmet, which combined charm and virility.
This is the oracle of the god of the knights. It is the Holy Spirit who started from the era of ignorance and who has fought for the protection of mankind.
The Valkyrie first bows to the god of justice to pay tribute, and then reaches out to Ranke.
"In order to guard the warriors who died when innocent people died, your behavior was worthy of the name of the knight. Please come and follow me. The ancestors of your Majesty and predecessors are waiting for you."
Lanke rejoiced and bowed to the god of justice. He must hurry. But he immediately thought of something, and he turned his eyes to the teacher who was ignorantly crying in the wind and rain.
"My teacher..." He hesitated to look at the Valkyrie who was responsible for bringing in the Spirit. There was an inquiry in her eyes.
The god of the knight's god looked at mine and judged the regretful color in the eyes of God's life.
“He had committed serious sins and even if he had atonement, he would not be able to enter our temple.” She said, “This is the rule laid down by the Lord of Light. My Lord must also obey it.”
"Oh! You smell more!" The god of justice shook his head in disdain. "Just don't worry, kid. Your family won't accept him. I'll take it! He's gone into the darkness, and finally comes out of darkness for justice." Fighting to the last hero, but it fits my appetite!"
Lanke laughed with relief and disappeared without a trace as the female warriors stepped into the beam of light.
The god of justice laughed a few times, took a huge battle axe from his shoulders, rubbed his axe blade with his palms, and pulled out countless golden red sparks.
He looked into the sky, his eyes staring through a cloud of darkness and facing a large figure.
"Taklawur (God of Storms), you really can't learn! You're helping Vorpocus (the goddess of the oceans) to get into the wind. Do I need you to trim the claws for you?"
A thunderous sound came from the clouds, and a pair of eyes flashed with infinite electro-optic eyes.
"Yorgaardman (God of Justice), you are really too much about it!"
The two powerful shrines contend with each other without hesitation, and the struggle is imminent.
At this time, the battle between the other two groups of gods is becoming more and more intense.
The battle between the Marsh Goddess and the Goddess of Harvest is already quite clear. After the fateless goddess of recovery, after the complete collapse of the soul of He Lili, could no longer sustain the battle, she was defeated. Even if he was angry again, how could he growl would not help.
The god of the swamp has even been able to free his hands and let go of the poisonous arrows. He shoots and kills those mortals who are involved in the battle between gods and goddess. They only see one wave of his hand, and a mass of dark poisonous fog is condensed. Ten light arrows whistled away.
After only a few waves of attacks, there are only two oracles on the square.
“Reasons!” has completely failed to see how Shion’s appearance of the Marsh god giggled. “Let me devour your divine power, and take possession of your most important place of faith. Your incompetent guy has stolen the high position for too long.” It's time to roll it!"
"...what do you really think of yourself as a great man!" The man shouted, roaring like a mountain's huge body, enough to allow the horse to fly across the massive tentacles it was driving, and a little more than him. The super-heavy water element played indispensable.
Although he was slightly disadvantaged in his strength, his fierce fighting spirit and strong body effectively compensated for the lack of strength. What's more, this jellyfish's body is only an armor for him. He doesn't care about destroying it. Even if he really died there, he is not very scared.
The person is inherently dead, and his male brother has crossed through it. He is dead and has nothing to fear!
With the determination not to fear death, he fought to be crazy and frightening.
In contrast, the incarnation of the Ocean Goddess is powerful and far less able to fight. Therefore, not only has not been able to occupy an advantage, but it seems a bit passive.
This made him angrily known as the "miracle of the sea woman." He fought even more fiercely, but he was never able to overpower him or her with "awe-inspiring".
After all, this battle is nothing more than a word.
The narrow road meets, the brave winner!
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Ray tidak menyadari apa yang sebenarnya terjadi. Dia sekarang benar-benar terjebak dalam pertempuran yang hingar-bingar. Sekilas, selama itu diskalakan, apakah itu hijau, biru atau merah, itu adalah pedang.
Potensi pedangnya tidak menakjubkan, juga tidak terlalu cepat. Bahkan kekuatan pedang pun tidak begitu besar, tapi paksaan yang dipancarkan darinya membuat setiap nelayan yang menghadapinya jatuh dalam kekacauan. . Mereka tidak ingin berperang keras, tapi aksinya akan selalu lamban dan semi tempo. Seringkali saat mereka bereaksi, mereka telah dibunuh oleh Lei Jian, melambaikan senjata dengan sia-sia, dan tidak mengejar ketinggalannya.
Untuk sesaat, medan perang nampaknya telah jatuh ke dalam stagnasi.
Tidak tahu berapa lama, tiba-tiba terdengar suara nyaring, tembakan pistol ajaib terus menerus meledak karena kepanasan.
Seolah-olah dia memberi perintah, dan dengan suara nyaring ini, hujan deras turun dari awan gelap yang hampir rata ke tanah. Tiba-tiba, ada yang suram di antara langit dan bumi. Hujan deras disertai angin yang mengamuk dan gelombang dan ombak yang melanda yang menyerang pelabuhan dan juga menyerang tentara laut.
Di depan langit dan bumi, orang-orang laut akhirnya mundur. Mereka kembali ke laut untuk mengatur kembali pasukan dan memberi kesempatan kepada pembela untuk bernafas.
"Berapa banyak orang yang masih hidup?" Ray kembali tenang, melihat sekeliling dan berteriak, "Hiduplah!"
"Oh."
Thunder geli dan menatapnya dengan nyenyak, tapi itu adalah seorang petualang. Lihatlah dia memakai baju besi kulit, memegang segenggam pedang berduri di tangannya, dan beberapa hiasan kecil di pakaiannya. Jelas seorang bard.
Tak mengherankan kalau dia begitu humoris, dan hanya tentang karakter inilah yang mengukir humor ke dalam jiwa yang bisa menertawakan saat ini.
Ada juga banyak orang yang masih menyuarakan. Meski kebanyakan mereka sudah kelelahan dan banyak orang luka parah, setidaknya beberapa orang masih tetap tinggal.
Keberuntungan terbaik adalah seorang barbar. Dia mogok sebelum jatuh, dan Jizhongzhizhi menangkap mayat dua nelayan pada dirinya sendiri, dan dia benar-benar membuat orang-orang ikan itu berkedip-kedip. Meski tercekik oleh bau busuk, rasanya sangat terluka - oh, luka yang sebelumnya pernah diderita dalam pertempuran adalah sebaliknya.
Ray tersenyum, menyapa mereka satu per satu, mendorong mereka dan menghibur mereka. Bagi mereka yang benar-benar diselamatkan, dia juga bisa membuat penampilan tamu di pastor dan mendoakannya sehingga dia bisa tersenyum dan mati.
Di tubuhnya, kecemerlangan yang dipakai bertahun-tahun dan penderitaannya kembali. Pada saat ini, dia sama sekali tidak mirip ksatria. Rasanya seperti seorang raja yang sedang mengunjungi barak setelah Perang Besar.
Inilah pendidikan yang ia terima tahun itu, hampir tertulis tentang naluri darah. Meski tahun-tahun ini belum pernah digunakan, ia sengaja dilupakan, tapi kali ini sudah muncul lagi, seperti bernapas secara alami.
Tapi saat dia berjalan di depan Lanke yang sedang sekarat, akhirnya dia tidak memiliki kebanggaan bangsawan yang seperti raja. Kesedihan memenuhi hatinya dan bahkan meluap dari matanya.
"Rangke ... kenapa kamu mau kembali!" Dia melihat sekilas bahwa cidera murid itu tidak dapat dipulihkan kecuali jika kekosongan itu bisa terjadi, atau Stil bisa segera muncul.
Tapi itu tidak mungkin, berita itu berasal dari kekosongan kekosongan, dia berkelahi dengan dewi laut. Dewi kelautan adalah pelindung laut, dan peperangan di sisi lain jauh lebih penting daripada di sini. Dan di hadapan tiran perempuan, yang juga sangat berkuasa di antara para dewa, saya khawatir bahkan jika Anda berada di bawah lutut Anda, tidak mungkin Anda bisa meluangkan waktu lagi - ini sangat mendesak dan singkat saat Anda menghubungi diriNya sendiri. Agaknya.
Stil bahkan kecil kemungkinannya untuk kembali. Dia membantu Liv melindungi para pengungsi agar tidak melarikan diri. Apa yang orang-orang ini perjuangkan? Bukankah untuk melindungi pengungsi yang lamban membiarkan mereka melarikan diri? Biarkan Stiell kembali, itu hanyalah gerobak di depan kuda!
Tapi saat ini, dia benar-benar terguncang, dan dia ingin berdoa berlutut atau dengan putus asa mencari pertolongan dari Stil.
Ini adalah seorang siswa yang dengan susah payah dibudidayakan! Itu adalah penggantinya yang ingin mewarisi bajunya!
Memang bakat Rank tidak bagus, dan tidak bisa dibandingkan dengan jenius Lei. Tapi sikap anak ini sangat benar, latihannya sangat keras, dan kemajuannya cepat, selangkah demi selangkah. Tidak peduli seberapa menuntut guru, dia tidak akan merasa tidak puas dengan dia.
Melihat dirinya terlihat seperti sedang berlatih keras dan menatapnya kelelahan. Matanya penuh kepercayaan diri dan harapan. Ray teringat dirinya bertahun-tahun yang lalu dan teringat ketenangan dan kecantikan yang sudah lama berlalu.
Meskipun dia belum menyadarinya, sebenarnya, di dalam hatinya, Lanke Dang telah menjadi tidak hanya seorang siswa tapi juga seorang anak sendiri!
Tapi sekarang, Lanke sudah meninggal.
Ranke sudah mati ...
Frank sudah mati!
Thunder memeluk Langke, terbaring di genangan darah, memegang tinjunya erat-erat, mengepalkan giginya dan memaksa dirinya berbicara dengan suara keras dan dingin. Karena dia tidak melakukan ini, dia khawatir dia tidak mau menangis.
Dia adalah orang yang kuat, dia mengalami keracunan parah di tubuhnya dan terbaring di setumpuk mayat.Setelah melihat orang tua dan saudara laki-laki itu membusuk perlahan, dia mengira air matanya sudah habis. Saat ini, Tidak bisa membantu tapi meneteskan air mata.
"Anak bodoh! Kenapa kau kembali!"
Air matanya jatuh di wajah Lanke dan dia membangunkan Lanke yang sudah awet muda. Wajah pucat remaja tersenyum dan menatap guru itu dengan air mata di wajahnya.
"Guru ... saya ... seperti ... Cavalier ...?" Tanyanya sebentar-sebentar.
Lei mengangguk tegas, "Seperti, kau adalah ksatria terbaik!"
"Aku ... hidup ... tidak seperti ... seorang ksatria." Rank tidak memiliki usaha untuk bernapas dan suaranya begitu rendah sehingga Ray pun harus berkonsentrasi pada apa yang bisa dia dengar. "Setidaknya ... mati ... seperti Knight ... "
"Yeah!" Ray memeluk erat mulutnya dan mengangguk. Karena kesedihannya, dia tidak bisa berbicara lagi. Dia hanya bisa menggunakan satu suku kata untuk mengungkapkan penegasannya kepada murid-muridnya.
Lanke tersentak beberapa kali dan suaranya semakin rendah dan rendah: "Guru ... terima kasih ..."
Kata-kata terakhirnya berhenti di sini, dan bahkan ucapannya untuk berterima kasih pada gurunya belum bisa menyelesaikannya.
Lei diam-diam berlutut di sampingnya, menangis tanpa suara.
Orang-orang kuat yang hebat yang ketakutan oleh lautan, tapi yang masih ketakutan dan pengkhianat, menangis seperti anak kecil saat ini.
Di dunia yang tak seorang pun dapat melihat, ada seorang pria pemberani yang mengenakan raungan yang compang-camping dan membawa kapak besar yang berdiri di sampingnya. Rambut pria berotot ini marah dan berakar, wajahnya penuh dengan kemarahan. Vicious, heroik marah dan heroik terjalin. Dan Lanke, yang baru saja meninggal, sekarang berlutut ke pemujaan yang brengsek dan mengagumi.
"Ksatria kemarahan yang agung (alias tuhan keadilan), semoga kemuliaanmu bersinar atas semua kalangan!"
Kejahatan heroik adalah inkarnasi tuhan keadilan Dia merasa ada yang jahat dan mengamuk di sini Dia tidak jauh dari sini, dan segera masuk, tapi tepat pada waktunya untuk kematian Lanke.
"Nak, kamu melakukan pekerjaan dengan baik." Dia tersenyum dan mengangkat Lanke dengan telapak tangan yang besar. "Saya ingin merekrut Anda untuk menjadi pengikut saya, tapi saya ingin datang kepada Anda untuk menjadi wali yang sepi." Sisi, kan? "
Lanke tertawa: "Jika Anda membiarkan Dia bersedia menerima saya, saya pasti akan senang pergi ke kerajaan-Nya."
"Dia akan datang untuk menemuimu, kamu adalah ksatria yang baik!"
Dalam ucapannya, sebuah cahaya yang hanya bisa dilihat oleh dewa dan jiwanya jatuh ke dalam seorang wanita cantik yang mengenakan rok putih-perak yang lembut dan helm berbulu, yang menggabungkan pesona dan kejantanan.
Ini adalah nubuat dewa kesatria. Roh Kuduslah yang berawal dari era ketidaktahuan dan yang telah berjuang untuk melindungi umat manusia.
Valkyrie pertama membungkuk kepada tuhan keadilan dan membayar upeti kepada Lanke.
"Untuk menjaga para pejuang yang meninggal saat orang-orang yang tidak bersalah meninggal, tingkah lakumu layak untuk nama ksatrianya. Tolong datang dan ikuti aku. Nenek moyangmu Yang Mulia dan generasi yang lebih tua sedang menunggumu."
Lanke bersukacita dan membungkuk kepada tuhan keadilan. Dia harus buru-buru. Tapi dia segera memikirkan sesuatu, dan dia mengalihkan pandangannya kepada guru yang dengan bodohnya menangis karena angin dan hujan.
"Guruku ..." Dia ragu-ragu untuk melihat Valkyrie yang bertanggung jawab untuk membawa Roh. Ada sebuah penyelidikan di matanya.
Dewa tuhan ksatria memandangiku dan menilai penyesalan dari mata orang yang telah menghabiskan seluruh hidupnya.
"Dia telah melakukan dosa-dosa yang serius dan bahkan jika dia melakukan penebusan, dia tidak akan dapat memasuki bait suci kami," katanya. "Inilah peraturan yang ditetapkan oleh Tuhan Terang. Tuhanku juga harus mematuhinya."
"Oh, kau lebih baunya!" Dewa keadilan menggelengkan kepalanya dengan rasa jijik. "Jangan khawatir, Nak, keluargamu tidak menerimanya, aku akan melakukannya! Dia pernah mengalami kegelapan, dan akhirnya keluar dari kegelapan untuk keadilan." Berjuanglah pada pahlawan terakhir, tapi itu sesuai selera saya! "
Lanke tertawa lega dan menghilang tanpa jejak saat pejuang wanita melangkah ke seberkas cahaya.
Dewa keadilan tertawa beberapa kali, mengambil kapak tempur besar dari bahunya, menggosok tepi kapaknya dengan telapak tangannya, dan mengeluarkan banyak Mars merah-emas yang tak terhitung jumlahnya.
Dia melihat ke langit, matanya menatap melalui awan kegelapan dan menghadapi sosok besar.
"Taklawur (God of Storms), Anda benar-benar tidak dapat belajar! Anda membantu Vorpocus (dewi lautan) untuk masuk angin. Apakah saya membutuhkan Anda untuk memangkas cakar untuk Anda?"
Suara gemuruh terdengar dari awan, dan sepasang mata berkelap-kelip dengan mata elektro-optik tak terbatas.
"Yorgaardman (Dewa Keadilan), Anda terlalu banyak bisnis!"
Dua tempat pemujaan yang kuat itu saling bertentangan satu sama lain tanpa ragu, dan perjuangannya sudah dekat.
Pada saat ini, pertempuran antara dua kelompok dewa lainnya menjadi semakin intens.
Pertarungan antara Dewi Marsh dan Dewi Panen sudah cukup jelas. Setelah dewi pemulihan yang tak berdaya, setelah kehancuran total jiwa He Lili, tidak dapat lagi mempertahankan pertempuran, dia dikalahkan. Bahkan jika dia marah lagi, bagaimana dia bisa mengaum?
Dewa rawa bahkan sudah bisa membebaskan tangannya dan melepaskan panah beracun itu. Dia menembak dan membunuh orang-orang yang terlibat dalam peperangan antara dewa dan dewi. Mereka hanya melihat satu gelombang tangannya, dan sekumpulan kabut beracun gelap terkondensasi. Sepuluh panah cahaya bersiul pergi.
Setelah hanya beberapa gelombang serangan, hanya ada dua nubuat di alun-alun.
"Alasan hidup Anda!" Anda tidak dapat sepenuhnya melihat bahwa tuhan penampilan Rawa tertawa dan tertawa. "Biarkan saya melahap kekuatan ilahi Anda, dan memiliki tempat iman Anda yang paling penting. Orang yang tidak kompeten Anda telah berada pada tingkat tinggi untuk waktu yang lama. Sudah waktunya untuk menggulungnya! "
"... apa pendapatmu tentang dirimu sebagai orang hebat!" Pria itu berteriak, menderu seperti tubuh gunung yang besar, cukup untuk membiarkan kudanya terbang melintasi tentakel besar yang dikendarainya, dan sedikit lebih banyak darinya. Elemen air super berat dimainkan tak terhindarkan.
Meskipun dia sedikit kurang beruntung dalam kekuatannya, semangat juang dan tubuhnya yang kuat secara efektif memberi kompensasi atas kurangnya kekuatan. Terlebih lagi, tubuh ubur-ubur ini hanya baju besi untuknya. Dia tidak peduli untuk menghancurkannya. Bahkan jika dia benar-benar meninggal di sana, dia tidak terlalu takut.
Orang itu mati secara inheren, saudara laki-lakinya melewati dan meninggal dunia, dia sudah mati dan tidak perlu takut.
Dengan tekad untuk tidak takut mati, ia berjuang untuk menjadi gila dan menakutkan.
Sebaliknya, inkarnasi Dewi Samudera sangat kuat dan jauh dari kenangan. Karena itu, tidak hanya belum mampu menempati keunggulan, tapi nampaknya agak pasif.
Hal ini membuat dia dengan marah dikenal sebagai "keajaiban laut" dan pertarungan yang lebih sengit, semakin dia tidak bisa mengalahkan pahlawan "tidak takut mati".
Bagaimanapun, pertempuran ini tidak lebih dari sekadar sebuah kata.
Jalan sempit bertemu, pemenang berani!
Cthulhu Gonfalon Bahasa Indonesia Chapter 119. Cthulhu Gonfalon Bahasa Indonesia Chapter 119
English Version Coba2-aja Cthulhu Gonfalon Machine Translation Chapter 119
Ray did not notice what had actually happened. He was now completely trapped in the fighting frenzy. At first glance, as long as it was scaled, whether green, blue or red, in short it was a sword.
His sword potential is not amazing, nor is it particularly fast. Even the force on the sword is not so great, but the coercion emanating from him makes every fisher who faces him fall into turmoil. . They do not want to fight hard, but the action will always be slow and semi-tempo. Often when they react, they have been killed by Lei Jian, waving weapons in vain, and not catching up with his leaving.
For a moment, the battlefield seems to have fallen into stagnation.
Do not know how long, suddenly heard a loud noise, a continuous shooting of the magic gun finally exploded because of overheating.
It was as if orders were given, and with this loud noise, pouring rain poured down from the dark clouds that were almost low to the ground. Suddenly, there was a gloomy between heaven and earth. The torrential rain accompanied the raging winds and rolled up waves and waves that impacted the port and also struck the sea's army.
In front of heaven and earth, the sea people finally retreated. They returned to the sea to reorganize the troops and gave the defenders a chance to breathe.
"How many people are still alive?" Ray has returned to calm, looking around and shouting. "Living alive!"
"squeak."
Thunder was amused and looked on soundly, but it was an adventurer. Look at him wearing a leather armor, holding a handful of thorny swords on his hand, and some small decorations on his clothes, apparently a bard.
It's no wonder that he is so humorous, and only about these characters who engrave the humor into the soul will be able to laugh at this time.
There are also many people who are still vocalizing. Although most of them are already exhausted and many people are seriously injured, at least some people still remain.
The best luck was a barbarian. He broke down before falling, and Jizhongshengzhi caught the bodies of two fishmen on himself. He really flickered the fish people. Although it was suffocated by bloody smells, it was wonderfully unscathed - oh, the wounds that had previously been suffered during the battle were otherwise.
Ray smiled, greeted them one by one, encouraged them and comforted them. For those who were really saved, he could also make a guest appearance on the pastor and pray for him so that the other person could smile and die.
In his body, the brilliance worn by years and sufferings is reviving. At the moment, he did not look like a knight at all. It was like a king who was visiting the barracks after the Great War.
This is the education he received that year, almost inscribed to the instincts of blood. Although these years have not been used, he was deliberately forgotten, but this time it has emerged again, like breathing naturally.
But when he walked in front of the dying Lanke, he finally did not have the noble magnanimity that was like a king. Sadness filled his heart and even overflowed from his eyes.
"Rangke...why did you want to come back!" He saw at a glance that the student's injury was irreversible unless the emptiness could come, or that Stil could appear immediately.
But it was impossible. The news came from the emptiness of the emptiness. He was fighting with the goddess of the sea. The marine goddess is the patron of the sea, and the battles on the other side are far more important than they are here. And in the face of the female tyrant, who is also particularly powerful among the gods, I am afraid that even if you are under your knees, there is no way you can spare any more—this is especially urgent and short-term when you contact Himself with Himself. Presumably.
Stil is even less likely to return. She is helping Liv to protect the refugees from escaping. What are these men and women fighting for? Is it not to shield the slow-moving refugees from letting them escape? Let Stiell come back, it is simply the cart before the horse!
But at this moment, he was really shaken, and he wanted to pray for his desperation or ask for help from Sierre.
This is a student who he painstakingly cultivated! It was his successor who wanted to inherit his clothes!
Indeed, Rank's talent is not good, and can not be compared with genius Lei. But this child's attitude is very correct, the practice is very hard, and the progress is fast, step by step. No matter how demanding the teacher is, he will not be dissatisfied with him.
Watching him look like he was training hard and looked at him exhausted. His eyes were full of confidence and hope. Ray remembered himself many years ago and remembered the calm and beauty that had long since passed away.
Although he hasn't realized it yet, in fact, in his heart, Lanke Dang has not only been treated as a student but also as his own child!
But now, Lanke is dead.
Ranke is dead...
Frank is dead!
The Thunder hugged Langke, lying in a pool of blood, holding his fist tightly, clenching his teeth and forcing himself to speak in a hard and cold voice. Because he did not do this, he feared that he would not help crying.
He was a strong man. He experienced severe poisoning in his body and lying in a pile of corpses. After seeing his parents and brothers rot slowly, he thought that his tears had already dried up. At the moment, Can not help but shed tears.
"Silly kid! Why are you coming back!"
His tears fell on Lanke's face, and he awakened the already fallen in bed. The juvenile pale face smiled and looked at the teacher with tears on his face.
"Teacher... I... like a... Cavalier...?" he asked intermittently.
Lei nodded forcefully: "Like! You are the best knight!"
"I... lived... not like ... a knight." Rank had no effort to breathe, his voice was so low that even Ray had to concentrate on what he could hear. "At least... dead... like a ……knight……"
"Yeah!" Ray held his mouth tight and nodded heavily. Because of the grief, he has no way to speak again. He can only use one syllable to express his affirmation of his disciples.
Lanke gasped a few times and his voice was getting lower and lower: "Teacher... thank..."
His last words stop here, and even his words of thanking the teacher have not been able to finish.
Lei quietly kneeled beside him, crying silently.
The majestic strongmen who were terrified by the seas, but who are still fearful and treacherous, cried like a child at the moment.
In a world that no one can see, there is a brave man dressed in a tattered roar and carrying a great battle axe standing beside him. The hair of this brawny man is just like angrily rooting, his face is full of anger. Vicious, angry and heroic intertwined heroic. And Lanke, who had just died, is now kneeling down to the brawny and admiring worship.
"Great anger-knight (alias of the god of justice), may your glory shine upon all circles!"
The heroic brawny was the embodiment of the god of justice. He felt that there was evil and raging here. He was just not far from here, and he rushed in, but it was just in time for Lanke's death.
"Boy, you did a good job." He smiled and raised Lanke with a huge palm. "I wanted to recruit you to be my follower, but I wanted to come to you to be a lonely guardian. Side, right?"
Lanke laughed: "If you leave Him willing to receive me, I will certainly be happy to go to His kingdom."
"He will come to meet you. You are a good knight!"
In the utterance, a light that only the gods and the soul could see fell into a beautiful woman dressed in a delicate silver-white skirt and a feathered helmet, which combined charm and virility.
This is the oracle of the god of the knights. It is the Holy Spirit who started from the era of ignorance and who has fought for the protection of mankind.
The Valkyrie first bows to the god of justice to pay tribute, and then reaches out to Ranke.
"In order to guard the warriors who died when innocent people died, your behavior was worthy of the name of the knight. Please come and follow me. The ancestors of your Majesty and predecessors are waiting for you."
Lanke rejoiced and bowed to the god of justice. He must hurry. But he immediately thought of something, and he turned his eyes to the teacher who was ignorantly crying in the wind and rain.
"My teacher..." He hesitated to look at the Valkyrie who was responsible for bringing in the Spirit. There was an inquiry in her eyes.
The god of the knight's god looked at mine and judged the regretful color in the eyes of God's life.
“He had committed serious sins and even if he had atonement, he would not be able to enter our temple.” She said, “This is the rule laid down by the Lord of Light. My Lord must also obey it.”
"Oh! You smell more!" The god of justice shook his head in disdain. "Just don't worry, kid. Your family won't accept him. I'll take it! He's gone into the darkness, and finally comes out of darkness for justice." Fighting to the last hero, but it fits my appetite!"
Lanke laughed with relief and disappeared without a trace as the female warriors stepped into the beam of light.
The god of justice laughed a few times, took a huge battle axe from his shoulders, rubbed his axe blade with his palms, and pulled out countless golden red sparks.
He looked into the sky, his eyes staring through a cloud of darkness and facing a large figure.
"Taklawur (God of Storms), you really can't learn! You're helping Vorpocus (the goddess of the oceans) to get into the wind. Do I need you to trim the claws for you?"
A thunderous sound came from the clouds, and a pair of eyes flashed with infinite electro-optic eyes.
"Yorgaardman (God of Justice), you are really too much about it!"
The two powerful shrines contend with each other without hesitation, and the struggle is imminent.
At this time, the battle between the other two groups of gods is becoming more and more intense.
The battle between the Marsh Goddess and the Goddess of Harvest is already quite clear. After the fateless goddess of recovery, after the complete collapse of the soul of He Lili, could no longer sustain the battle, she was defeated. Even if he was angry again, how could he growl would not help.
The god of the swamp has even been able to free his hands and let go of the poisonous arrows. He shoots and kills those mortals who are involved in the battle between gods and goddess. They only see one wave of his hand, and a mass of dark poisonous fog is condensed. Ten light arrows whistled away.
After only a few waves of attacks, there are only two oracles on the square.
“Reasons!” has completely failed to see how Shion’s appearance of the Marsh god giggled. “Let me devour your divine power, and take possession of your most important place of faith. Your incompetent guy has stolen the high position for too long.” It's time to roll it!"
"...what do you really think of yourself as a great man!" The man shouted, roaring like a mountain's huge body, enough to allow the horse to fly across the massive tentacles it was driving, and a little more than him. The super-heavy water element played indispensable.
Although he was slightly disadvantaged in his strength, his fierce fighting spirit and strong body effectively compensated for the lack of strength. What's more, this jellyfish's body is only an armor for him. He doesn't care about destroying it. Even if he really died there, he is not very scared.
The person is inherently dead, and his male brother has crossed through it. He is dead and has nothing to fear!
With the determination not to fear death, he fought to be crazy and frightening.
In contrast, the incarnation of the Ocean Goddess is powerful and far less able to fight. Therefore, not only has not been able to occupy an advantage, but it seems a bit passive.
This made him angrily known as the "miracle of the sea woman." He fought even more fiercely, but he was never able to overpower him or her with "awe-inspiring".
After all, this battle is nothing more than a word.
The narrow road meets, the brave winner!
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