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Thorns and petals, the fighter is always there, blocking the abundant and gorgeous magic beam with one hand, suppressing the heat of the battle in the heart, the sky is the pitter-patter gaze of the judge, the origin of Zhenhai, shining from the past to the present, weight... Weight, hold up the sky for me, let the enemy lick the ashes, let me win the brilliance of Ark Glaze. "The gods are with me, the gods have nothing to do with me. The knights are proud and complacent without knowing it. The magicians are lifted up like puppets. The wizards throw the sacred objects under their feet and trample on them as if they are religious. In the dark house, I confess everything about the people I know. I feel fearless. The raindrops are dripping on our faces. We, like the nuns, are devout believers of God Judas. We are here to repent of all the entanglements in human affairs. Until the end, the height of the human body is as vast as the territory, and there will definitely be a prairie fire, clustering in the heart, and sticking to the sacred sky of the continent. "