Green: "One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, two thousand, two thousand and one."
Green kept waving the big sword in his hand. Although he was tired, he could feel that he was getting stronger. Green was still very satisfied.
Sif, who was standing aside, stomped her feet unhappily, "Brother, you really don't want to try? My green forest eagle made with synthetic magic is very strong.
There is an upper limit to magic. Only magic technology can save our world. Why don't you understand, brother?
