Chapter 522 World-class epic duel

"Lord Duke, you are sure you don't need to take a break... I mean you might be able to add a new shield..."

Piloga hesitated.

In front of his eyes, standing stood up, he was standing up, dusty, gravel, and there were many broken and dirty Tars on his clothes.

"No, but thank you, Piloga Logistics Officer."

Tyres took a deep breath and turned his wrist to feel the balance of the sword.

"Your attitude is much better than that of Exeter's coaches. Of course, it is much better than some stars."

Piloga smiled reluctantly.

Around the training ground, the re-enclosed Royal Guards were somewhat impatient compared to the previous ones, but the silence of Mallos made them quiet and without any objection.

The pressure came back to the field.

Tyres squeezed his left fist.

Abandoning the shield makes the left arm a lot easier, but the numbness and pain that was hit before the hit is so real and unforgettable.

The one that just happened...

what happened?

Tyres looks a sink.

He remembers that his offense is like a thunder, no matter how strong or fast, he is not weak.

however……

Tyres took a step and moved around Pilog.

The sin of the prison river once again roared in his body, one after another, one after another, eager for the second assault.

But this time...

Those who suffered setbacks gave Taylors a more illusory illusion...

Like a mad beast, no matter how heavy the wound is, I want to tear the enemy's throat.

But Tyres pressed them to death.

Just like the animal trainer tightens the chain.

As he moves, Piroga also turns around in an orderly manner, always facing the enemy.

Taylors is not in a hurry to attack.

He is thinking.

Just now, his sword met the other's sword.

The double swords are staggered in the air.

But Piloga did not defend him.

Some more, Taylors can hit the opponent.

then.

Taylors thought about it.

Then, in the electric light flint, the moment of victory and defeat.

Piroga's blade began to turn.

Full of the other side's condensate and not strong, tough and thick ... the power of the end.

And then……

Tyres looks a little tight.

He slowed down and recalled the scene just now in the sin of the burning hot prison river.

Winch sword.

He and Piroga, in the second of the time, their double swords were twisted together.

They are swaying in the air.

He remembers that in the second that the two sides approached, Piroga's wrists were drawn in a strange arc, round and long.

The sword of Tyres deviated from the orbit.

And the sword of Piroga...

Tyres clenched his teeth.

After that, the teenagers who are too fast to recover can only abandon the sword, block, and then...

His left arm, the place where he was hit, began to ache.

Taylors no longer remembers.

This time, he did not pace again.

In the eyes of the Royal Guard, the prince stepped forward!

With the sin of the prison river rushing to the right arm, he once again stabbed a sword!

clang!

In the crispness of the metal, Piloga calmly swayed the sword of Tyres!

then……

Tyres blinked!

He saw - more felt on his hands - that Pologa's blade began to move again.

Together, there is the end of the other party.

The teenager did not hesitate.

Tyres’ footsteps, the strength of the sword is not very full, and it is quickly retracted!

clang!

Another sound is loud.

By abandoning the flexibility of the shield, he was able to open the fight against Piloga and step backwards in two steps.

Tyres gasped fiercely, looking incredulously at Ploga, still unharmed.

The sin of the imprisoned prison is not snarling in his body.

At the end of this round, the comments of the Royal Guards again sounded.

"Oh, it’s a futile blow," Doyle looked dull and intolerable.

"I want to say that Mallos doesn't like him any more, and it's a bit too much, in front of so many people..."

But Golov interrupted him:

"No, that's not."

Doyle wondered for a while:

"Not what?"

At this time, the familiar voice sounded in the crowd, and the guards were quiet again.

"For six hundred years, the East China Sea and the South Bank have spread unique combat skills, and they are the origin of the Southern Knights and Church Knights of the Age of Empire."

The voice is calm and indifferent.

They are familiar with it.

Terspin regained his breath and turned his head in surprise.

Only seeing him fall into such a dilemma, the watchman Tomond Mallos is holding his arms and standing:

“Many families still cultivate new people with the tradition of ‘Knight-Attendance’, with a strong place and even a personal color.”

"This genre is more classical and elegant than the martial arts in other places in the country. The sword is self-contained and the technique is exquisite and delicate."

Piloga picked up his mouth and turned to the sergeant.

Mallos casually said:

"So in the kingdom, these people represented by the southeastern knights are also known as ‘technical squads.’

Jishou?

The doubts are on the heart of Tells.

Mallos paused and sighed slowly.

Of course, for many reasons, the once famous martial art...

It has gradually become weaker than before.

Maybe it will disappear and it will be invisible.

Just like the countless genres that have passed by in history.

Mallos looked up.

"How, what to send?"

Mallos did not care to remind the two, it seems that he just said a dream:

"Continue to fight."

Tyres took a deep breath and thought about the words of Mallos while looking back at his opponent.

The logistics officer Piloga stood guard and smiled at him.

Taylors no longer thinks more.

The next second, he left and then left, sham one step, once again pulled out a sword!

clang!

This time, Piroga also moved the footsteps, changed the distance, and blocked the attack of Tyres.

It’s in the middle.

Tyres looks dull.

But still not solid.

The sinful sin of the prison river is back and forth in his body, and he can only roar in vain.

Like an orc facing a cavalry.

Empty and useless.

The unfavorable attack of Tyres stood up against his opponent and insisted on his teeth.

The words of Mallorus were introduced to the ear at this time, so that he could not help but distract:

"Piloga's ancestors came from the East China Sea to receive a respected traditional knight family, which is deeply influenced by the martial arts."

For a moment, the wrestling with Piroga is over: the opponent’s sword has changed!

Taylor was shocked.

clang!

Piroga's swordsman and Tyres's weapon twice hit!

The two swords are at the touch of a finger, only the tremor of the metal.

"You can see that he has a doorway regardless of the choice and movement before the sword, including how to choose the strong and weak sword when fighting the sword."

The voice of Mallos sounded like a dream in the past, and the live broadcast of the live TV.

"It makes you very uncomfortable."

Selection and movement...

Choose strong and weak swords...

Tyres trembled slightly, but the situation in front of him could not help but think more, he could only take advantage of the situation.

clang!

The two men’s weapons were attacked for the third time.

The voice of Mallos goes hand in hand:

"When the fight is in the same position, Piloga is best at listening and prejudge..."

Fight, hold.

Listen to the power and... prejudgment.

After listening to this, Tyreston didn't feel good!

Sure enough, in the next second, Piroga’s sword was just right, and he appeared in the most innocent place!

"...is a master in defensive counterattacks."

At that moment, Tyres, who was sweating up, was desperate to rise up all the prisons!

clang!

He risked and dangerously opened the Pi Luojia straight neck, the right shoulder to the ground, incomparably rolled out.

Off the field, Mallos smiled slightly:

"like this."

In the past, the remarks of the Royal Guards resounded.

Tyres erased the sweat that the forehead unknowingly felt and felt the numbness of the body due to excessive load.

He stood up hard and was dusty.

But this time, he did not rush to Pologa, who was sorry, but turned to Malles on the sidelines.

"If you think that moving the set that is hard to attack the North, you can also work for him," Mallos glared at Tyre.

"Then you better think twice."

"His Royal Highness."

Tyres gasped and fell into thought.

"Sir, we all know that you are going to the south and seeing you well," Leo Piroga smashed the sword, but he said: "But almost it is."

"I still rely on this to eat."

Mallos smiled, but didn't say anything.

But Taylors understood what.

Choosing, listening, and prejudging.

It sounds like...

Taylor's heart moved.

A name appears in front of you.

Miranda Arend.

What Wahiya said, her end of power...

Her... Tianma movement.

Looking at some embarrassing opponents in front of him, Taylors understood.

The first round fell into absolute disappointment, it was not that Pologa was too strong.

But...

Tyres clenched his fists.

Instead, he did not choose the right strategy.

It fell into the field where Piroga is best at.

Defensive counterattack.

"Think about the way, Your Highness," Mallos scratched his chin, a look of boredom:

"Any way."

"The enemy is in front of you."

Ok.

Tyres eased the numb body and adjusted his condition.

He looked back to Piroga.

Taylor's look is serious.

The prince's offense came at the next moment.

clang!

Piloga once again knocked on the sword of Tyres, but when he was ready to fight back, he was somewhat confused.

This time, the strength of the Duke of Xinghu...

Very small.

Hey!

The sword wind blows, and Taylors takes a step back and avoids the opponent's counterattack.

The two separated again.

Leo Piroga.

Taylors thought calmly.

The ancestors were the knights of the East China Sea, the martial arts, and the defensive counterattack.

His brain began to turn, thinking about each other's strengths and their own strategies.

Pilojia listened to his opponent and listened to it in a flash.

This is not only good for defense, but also to find the most suitable timing.

The more the opponent attacked, the greater the power, the more exposure...

The more he counterattacks, the sharper he is.

so……

The sword that I used to try my best before, all helped...

The opponent's counterattack.

Taylors was unwilling.

and many more.

Listening, prejudging?

His mind suddenly flashed Ni'Neill's face.

The track and intensity of the sudden change of the blade in the hands of the comet.

Taylors understood.

If you are on the face of death, there will be no chance for Pilojia.

Because he can't just use the contact of weapons, he presupposes the different tricks of the comet.

and so.

Tyres squeezed the hilt.

The fate of the fold, right?

As his mind moved, the sin of the prison river surged up like life, and he wanted to turn into a silver power like a thousand needles, like many times in the past.

Let the master make an incredible change in an instant.

Taylors took a deep breath.

After at most, find an excuse to tell them that I have inherited the end of the dead face...

but.

[The sin of the prison river... There are so many ways... You have chosen the most stupid, the least effective, the most troublesome, the most boring one...]

[This is your ultimate power, but now you are: forced to move forward, dragged forward, no goal, no direction, swinging left and right, drifting with the tide, even...]

[No self. 】

Tyres was awkward.

He looked up and looked at the opposite face and smiled, waiting for the prince to enter the Pologa.

[More importantly, when you rely on imitation but ignore it, it is equal to the end of your life with others, the imitation of each of your opponents, your opponents, and even yours. I lack the most basic things myself...]

【respect. 】

Ricky.

That **** demon man.

Tyres frowned.

The next moment, the sin of the prison river faded like a tide, leaving only a few points of ambition, as if still with a few traces of love.

It’s like a lover who is happy and disappointed.

Do not.

This is not a martial arts class.

This is not a simple end-of-life investigation.

But more thorough, more pure...

fighting.

Feeling the eyes of others, Tyres bit his lip and closed his eyes.

Do not.

If he still depends on the power of Nilailai to survive...

If he can't even pass this level...

[Remember, the point is how you are, not how strong your opponent is. 】

[In the gain geometry, not how much. 】

Do not.

If he really wants to pass this level, he really wants to get rid of this suspicious situation.

Taylors bowed his head. Slowly sigh in my heart.

Damn, Ricky.

Fuck you.

In the distance, I have been observing the micro-motion of the pupil of Malles.

A few seconds later, Taylors raised his head.

But, yeah.

If you don’t dare to try it now...

When will he wait?

When is the next life dying?

At that moment, Taylors left all the extra worries behind: hiding the power, concealing the sin of the prison, the revival palace, the vision of the royal guard...

At the very least, now he has to try to be a pure warrior.

peace in the heart.

[The infinite advantage of the sin of the prison river is not to make you truly become a rival. 】

[but let you calmly and fearlessly...]

[Face to all opponents. 】

The sin of the prison river burned again, but it was much more docile than the last time.

I don't know if it is too expensive or too much.

It was as if the crazy beast had turned into a cool hound, and the wound was secretly licked in the corner, but it was only from time to time.

Against the enemies outside the cage, revealing the bad teeth.

[This is the real...]

[The power of universal end. 】

Tyres blinked lightly.

The sin of the prison river did not flock to the whole body as it used to, but focused on his eyes and ears, filling his feelings.

At that moment, the boy entered a state that he was no stranger to:

Hell senses.

Tyre's eyes began to scatter, as if losing focus.

But only he knows.

At that moment, the world in front of him became bright.

He can see. The end of Piloga's body is thick and solid, and it runs slowly around his arm and center of gravity.

Taylors suddenly found out that he used the hell's senses and methods many times...

There are some... chicken ribs.

Either imitate power, or night vision, or eavesdropping across the wall, or... **** day.

but.

The time when you should really use the sense of hell...

Off the field, the portrait of Mallos was condensed.

In the slowdown, Taylors slowly inhales.

He suddenly attacked!

At that moment, as if someone had sounded the drums, the still picture followed the sound of the explosion!

The sin of the prison river is once again raging.

The sword is windy and breaks open the air.

clang!

Tyres holds the sword with both hands, and squats hard, and the long sword in front of Pilojia!

The experienced Piroga did not change color because of this sudden sword.

I saw that he was not in a hurry, calmly fighting, using footsteps and movements, perfectly to cover this blow.

then……

through!

The heart of Tyres is a big jump!

In the sense of hell, the color of Pilojia's figure changes back and forth.

Gather together into a clear line.

A trembling sensation exploded from the neck of Tells and spread throughout the body.

[The meaning of imitation is understanding. 】

[Understand your opponent. 】

In a fraction of a second, the sin of the prison river is in an orderly manner!

Arm.

Right leg.

The eyes of the eyes, such as the out-of-focus, the fascinating Taylors move smoothly and lift the sword!

clang!

At that moment, he was able to open a shot of Piroga.

The royal guards watching the game whispered.

"Strange," Doyle was puzzled. "His movements... seem to be fast, and it seems to be slow?"

"No, not action..." Glover was cold and authentic.

Doyle is somewhat dissatisfied:

"How do you particularly like to refute me today..."

In the crowd, Mallos is still silent.

Tyres opened two steps and saw that the color of Pologa returned to normal.

The sin of the prison river is coming back like a low tide.

The hilt in his hand is still trembled.

The effect of Hell's senses is still magical.

They also fed back to him new information.

Taylors took a deep breath and it was.

He really felt the heavy end of the body, its direction, shape, and habits.

Seemingly quiet and harmless.

Once stimulated... immediately pour Pologa's hands and automatically flock to the weakest point of the enemy.

Sting a fatal blow.

It’s amazing.

At that moment, the sin of the prison river exploded in the body of Taylors.

Like dissatisfaction, it is like sneer.

They are beginning to increase the body of Tells and support the consumption of Hell's senses.

Regardless of his care, Tyres has some insights in his heart.

The power of Piroga, is that... the fusion of glaciers?

No, not only.

It seems to be a bit like... like Wyatt’s saying, Tianma movement?

Or between the two.

Even the shadow of some chaotic army.

Tyres began to realize what more than one person had told him:

In different people, even the same end power will have different characteristics.

that is because……

Because the power of the end is the soldier himself.

The battle is not over yet, and in the words of Ricky, Taylors raised his sword again.

The swordsman who tends to defend against counterattacks has the power to end the prejudice.

and then?

Observe, Tells, observe.

Think again.

clang!

Another round, a cross.

Tyres had a fluttering side cut, in exchange for Pilojia's revolving swordsman, and attacked the prince's backhand side with a stab.

The boy dexterously avoided.

But this time, Tels felt it.

Some embarrassing, but critical clues.

skill.

In the sense of hell, the confused eyes of Teres looked facelessly.

It is a skill.

Piroga.

His opponents are too passive, too dependent on defense, and too dependent on these counterattack techniques.

He is too dependent and too concerned about the action of the enemy.

In the eyes of Thales, he was confused, but his heart was clear. He asked himself: Like himself, he only has the enemy's moves in his eyes. How can he imitate the advantages of the enemy?

and so.

Tyres gently closed his eyes.

The sense of **** slowly faded.

When Thales blinked again, the scorpion was already clear.

The power of the end is the soldier himself.

He seems to understand the words of Mallos without knowing it:

However the battle itself...

... but far more than the power of the end.

Taylors waved a sword in the shackles and took the other's waist.

Piloga exquisitely draws, and the two swords touch each other.

He once again attacked a wonderful counterattack, just to point to the face that Tyres had no time to consider.

But Tyres was prepared, leaving room for the attack.

Thus, the sin of the prison river flooded into the waist of Tyres, supporting his tactical back and kicking the sword sideways.

Piloga frowned:

After two or three rounds, he suddenly discovered that the prince’s offense was mostly probative, and his counterattack was not so effective.

At the moment of dodging, Tyres’s heart was translucent.

As if the fog was spreading, the vision of the cockroach was clear.

So, Piroga.

He gave up the initiative to fight and gave control.

In exchange for the opportunity for the enemy to reveal flaws.

In the battle of life and death, letting go of control means...

Tyres returned to his original position, holding his sword in both hands and sinking his weight.

The sin of the prison river excitedly climbed his arms and waist.

Start to roar fiercely!

Such as climbing the top of the lone wolf, facing Cangshan unlimited, facing the cold and cold moon, screaming.

The next second, Taylors no longer keeps, galloping out!

clang!

The two men’s swords are once again fighting!

Piloga's eyes are condensed.

This time, he finally ushered in the unguarded attack of the prince.

This is the chance to win.

End this battle that made him inexplicable.

The end of Pilojia's power solidified, and the wrist and arm move at the same time!

The two swords are entangled together and emit a metal cymbal.

Winch sword.

Piloga calmly turned to Jianfeng, and in a fraction of a second, judged the opponent's reality.

then……

Feel the other side's strengths, and the end of Piroga's power is like a slam, and it's a hit!

Just like being against the enemy many times in youth.

Block.

Judge.

final hit.

Piloga thought calmly.

His hands kept moving, and the swordsman went straight out and attacked the prince because the offensive was too strong and the most unpreparable part at the moment.

Boom.

A muffled sound.

At this moment, Taylors only felt a pain in his leg!

At that moment, he could no longer support it and his left leg was soft.

Boom!

Another muffled sound is much bigger than before.

In the end, Tyres landed on his left knee and slammed down in pain.

He gasped fiercely, enduring soreness and numbness.

This round is over.

Quiet on the training ground.

Looking at the prince who fell to his eyes, Pilojia’s mouth was awkward.

As expected.

His sword hit the prince's left leg.

At that moment, the logistics officer thought with ease:

Yes, it should not be too much. There must be room for the prince to lose not too ugly, and the sergeant feels that he is not perfunctory...

Because there are too many people who are offended when they are young, his future career has become very difficult after the injury.

The boy at home is at the age of marriage.

But he has no way.

At the age of fifty, he must squeeze out a smile and be humble, and he will bow down to these twenty-something, even ten-year-olds, who are more than a few times more expensive than their own.

in order to……

Ok?

Piroga's face changed.

What he felt.

how……

The logistics officer took a deep breath.

He slowly lowered his head.

Before seeing the eyes, Piroga's pupils trembled!

I don't know when, the sword of Tyres has been bottom-up.

Firmly withstood...

Piloga's chest.

The hilt is in the hand of Tyres, who is kneeling on one knee.

Just... no effort.

Piloga is stunned.

The outcome has been divided.

"Wow……"

At this moment, as if the waves were on the shore, the royal squad’s screaming and screaming instantly slammed into this world!

"I am a..."

Doyle looked at the scene with astonishment and wanted to say something, but it was not clear, so he could only open and close his mouth.

Glover's brow slowly loosened.

In the field, Tyres, who was kneeling on the ground, lowered his head and continued to gasp and his arms trembled.

Surprise, excitement, strangeness, doubts, confusion, countless emotions breed in people's hearts.

In many eyes, Mallos's eyes are the sharpest and most complex.

He stared at the sword of Tells motionless.

It seems that there are hidden secrets.

Tyres trembled.

No one knows that at this moment, he is trying to suppress the guilty of the inexplicable and violent prison river in the body.

Suppress the idea of ​​continuing to stab the sword.

Piloga calmed his emotions and regained an incredible expression.

His face looked complexly at the prince who was shaking under him.

this is……

Deliberately attacked, but predicted my ... counterattack?

Then sacrifice the left leg...

In exchange for...

Piloga looked at his long sword in the chest and abdomen.

After a few seconds, the logistics officer sighed.

"You won, Lord Duke."

"You have changed your machine and responded properly," Piloga showed a bitter smile, dropped the practice sword, and confessed:

"I am not an opponent."

The discussion of the Royal Guards is even greater.

"The old skin is released, and the child is on," Doyle whispered to the humans around him:

"The moment before, he turned over him, and the next moment he was turned over by him. The knight novel didn't dare to write this..."

"Shut up," Golov couldn’t help but finally, he said coldly:

"Do you think that fighting is doing arithmetic, than size? Just know how to add and subtract?"

Doyle stunned and cast a grudge in Glory.

There are still many such conversations.

But Mallos just looked at the two people in the field and said nothing.

Taylors took a few breaths and calmed his body.

He swayed back the sword and stood up.

Piroga bowed and turned to prepare for the end.

But Taylors stopped him.

"No, Leo Piroga Logistics Officer," the prince was a little embarrassed, and the sweaty face released a smile:

"I know, you let me."

Tyres also threw a long sword and gently extended his right hand.

"You taught me a lot."

"Thank you."

Pilojia stunned for a second and then smiled cautiously.

He hesitated one or two, and finally took the prince's hand lightly, just at the touch of a finger.

Tyres nodded:

"I am honored to have you in my guard."

The logistics officer was expressionless, but he stepped back two steps and pressed his left chest to squat.

But than the first one...

Respectful.

"I know how to let the water go," said Doyle on the sidelines:

"Hey, this veteran oil."

"That's a slap in the face... it's a real thing."

Glover gave him a look and said nothing.

The guards are still talking to each other, but they see the prince's eyes gradually change.

Thales picked up the water bag and began to drink water to supplement it, but looked up at Mallos while drinking water.

Throwing a bad look at him.

Mallos also looked back at him, his eyes were unclear.

"Piloga?"

Mallos did not turn his head, with a sense of inquiries.

"Please forgive me, sir," Piroga's tone was a bit tired and somewhat helpless:

"I am old, and the Duke is an adult..."

The logistics officer glanced at Taylors and his eyes were complicated:

"not bad."

Mallos was silent for a few seconds.

But his expression is not as calm as it used to be.

"okay."

A few seconds later, the slightly gloomy voice of Mallos sounded and the town Guards became more and more vocal.

The watchman stepped forward and looked as if it was sweaty, dusty, and wounded into a bad oil painting. He was packing his own wolf prince:

"Ready, greet the next opponent."

what.

The action of Tyres drinking water stopped.

The Duke of Star Lake put down the water bag and was surprised to ask:

"Again?"

"Isn't one enough?"

Twenty of the surrounding royal guards face each other.

Mallos smiled slightly.

"We have not completed the assessment."

"And the time is still early, the martial arts class is... you just played, is there two minutes?"

The words of Tyres are stagnation.

Just... a few minutes?

Mallor's smile is even better, but in the eyes of Taylors is extremely odious:

"Of course, we can understand that you may be very hard, after all, everyone has different tolerances..."

"So, you can choose to give up, Your Highness."

The voice of Mallos sank, and there was an illuminating light in his eyes:

"As a humble servant, you can't dare to, and you have no right to stop you from giving up - that is your power."

Mallos shrugged:

"So, we all know you too..."

"Two minutes of the prince?"

Tyres is a glimpse.

Even...

What is the prince?

Mallos smiled and didn't answer.

A few seconds later, Tyres took a deep breath and spit out slowly.

"If you want to offend me, Tomond Marlous," the words of the Duke of Star Lake have a faint anger:

"you did it."

but.

"I am honored, Your Highness," Mallos did not care: "I have done my duty."

"So you decided to take a break?"

"I believe that everyone, including Majesty, will understand."

He glanced ironically at the surrounding royal guards:

"After all, you have experienced a lot of martial arts classes, hardships, hardships, adversity, and defeat, for two minutes..."

"A world-class epic duel."

At that moment, Stare's eyes were miserably staring at the tales of Mallos.

Two minutes...

What is the two-minute... what duel?

Tyres has a stiff expression.

Marlous smiled as it was.

At that moment, the training ground was silent.

The Royal Guards are silent, and they are ashamed.

Everyone was reminded to look at Tyres and Marcus.

The atmosphere does not dare to take a bite.

After a few seconds.

"come on."

Tyres was depressed and closed his eyes.

Mallos raised his eyebrows.

Tyres blinked sharply and his tone was not good:

"What to do, come on!"

He gnawed his teeth and urged him.

is not it……

Not that?

I am used to it!

Taylors screamed in tears in his heart.

Mallos once again showed a happy smile.

He did not turn around, but shouted a name.

"Jian."

"Yes, it is you, Gian Kong Muto."

The Royal Guards spread out and gave up a man who looked like a lean and strong man in the crowd.

The man glared at God and blinked inexplicably, apparently unprepared.

The surrounding colleagues looked at him sympathetically.

It’s like Conmutto has just drawn a check for cleaning the toilet.

"Listen, Ji'an, your actions may be bold and intense."

The words of the watchman are still going on.

Taylors a glimpse.

Bold and intense?

What does this mean again?

The assigned Conmuto was also ignorant.

Mallos looked back at Taylors and was serious.

"It's different from Pilop's temptation."

"This time, we have to measure the body of the temple, that is interesting..."

His eyes suddenly flashed a few chills:

"The power of the end."

I have to work hard this month, and I will do it.

(End of this chapter)