Chapter 464: Episode 131. People with good senses, people with bad senses (8).
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The black swordsmen with spirit were shot at Amela, cutting through the dense fire.
It was a sword that flew in every direction.
There was also a strong and strong flesh in Jin's eyeglasses, which glistened through the torn saturation.
In other words, I meant it.
Jean is determined to kill Amela.
As if to become a dark and poisonous lump, Amela's vivid flesh made her spine cool.
Kagagagak!
As they blinked at each other, Jean and Amela were competing against each other in arms.
Bradamante and the cannon balls formed by tableware collided, causing an unpleasant frictional sound.
'For now, I don't think you're losing your mind when you're young like Jonah's sister. Is it because the type and size of Chaos are different? Or is there something else?’
I don't know for sure why, but it wasn't important for an immediate fight.
Rather, it would have been more comfortable if he had lost his reason.
I wouldn't have shown all my skills.
I tried to take off the blade that touched Posein and swing it again, but Jean felt something hard grasping Bradamante.
It was a thorn.
Out of nowhere the thorns that covered the foreshadow like a hedgehog clasped together and held on to Bradamante.
There was a gap for a while because I had to tear it off by force.
Amela, of course, did not miss it and set off a bomb on Jean's head.
A bomb made in a flash by a table.
My eardrums were bursting at the roar.
However, Multa's rune and armor prevented any real damage.
In the meantime, Murakan tried to take care of Rata and Fay, but suddenly felt something strange and dangerous under his feet while running, so he quickly pulled himself out.
If he had pulled out a moment later, he would have suffered a considerable level of injury.
An explosion was also taking place in the place where Murakan left.
"Ha, me. That's bizarre. What kind of bomb goes off under the ground?"
Murakan kicked his tongue, looking at the round ground.
This kind of attack was a form commensurate with what was told beforehand by Valcas.
There were ways only Amela used.
Bombs from beneath feet, arrows fired over time, various traps and strange devices.
Originally, it would take a lot of time and preparation in advance, but infinite tableware was filling it.
Weapons and traps were constantly being formed everywhere, following her will.
artillery and bombs, huge guillotine, thorn nets, serial crosshairs, etc.
Maybe if it was someone else, not the Jin and Murakan duo.
If it had been another unmanned or wizard less than 10 stars, it would have been helpless.
It was the same even if the entire Knights and Wizards came.
But it was too bad even if it was bad.
Cursors do not work at all, so she cannot make a gap, and the firearms and weapons she handles are suitable for mass murder, but they are not suitable to break down the walls of the super-class unmanned and wizards.
Of course.
Because of the infinite power of table tennis, it didn't matter whether it was Sangseong or not.
It was Amela's victory if the fight continues until either side dies.
Because the opponent will get tired someday.
Blow!
Bradamante sharply drew a diagonal line.
Despite the pouring gunfire and working traps, Jean was continuing to narrow her distance from Amela, holding out with evasive and spiritual armor.
'Your response to my attack is no match for the top-notch knights I know.'
When fighting with each other completely exposed and without even prior preparation, without infinite strength, Amela could never defeat Jean.
'If it's not infinite strength and superplay, it's not a very difficult opponent.’
What Jean believed was the flame of Tess.
When you cut the hell gate of Muron, when you cut the subspace of Zephyrin. Chunghwa has proved itself.
If this core-like space on the table is the source of unlimited power for Amela, it can be solved no differently.
Even if the whole island is destroyed if the pressure cannot be resolved.
Or even if the whole archipelago is wiped off the map.
Jean was determined to make a decision with Amela.
There was only one strange thing.
'But why are you fighting so stupid?’
Fight stupidly, the reason why Jean expressed it was no different.
It was because Amela continued to "escape or prevent" the attack of Jin.
It's as if you don't have super-renewable power.
To give flesh to take a bone.
With the level of super-renewal power Amela had just shown, the maxim could be applied at every moment.
Intentionally allowing an attack, creating a gap, letting one's opponent off guard, or often attempting to self-destruct.
If he had super-renewable powers, Jean would naturally fight that way.
Not like Amela, with her teeth clenched, hurriedly avoiding the black blade.
Is it just because I hate the pain itself, regardless of the initial regeneration?
To think so, it is not explained that the left wrist was cut off by itself and proved to be a supernova.
'No way.'
In Muleta's rune, Jean's eyes narrowed.
Sneaking to Murakhan, the tableware continued to form bombs and shields.
Murakan was not piercing because he was afraid his brother and sister would get hurt, but black spirits stood out between the tableware.
And I could feel that the breath of Amela changed slightly every time she showed her vigor.
with difficulty in suppressing fear
I can't fool you can't fool you.
Fear was a weakness that could not be fooled or hidden against a character like Jin, who was a poor warrior.
"The wound that was perpetrated seems irreparable, Ser Amela."
Amela's eyes swelled in the bush hood.
'How did you know that?’
I almost answered out loud, but I couldn't do it the next moment because I was gasping for breath.
Bradamante, who was fiercely beaten, brushed his shoulder and passed by.
Fishet!
A chunk of camouflage on the shoulder fell and the fallen leaves and branches were broken.
There was a clear, red drop of blood splashed through it.
Amela did not respond properly to the stabbing.
Still, it was quick for the camouflage to be fixed by the table, but Jean did not miss the moment before the leaves and branches were formed.
'The shoulders were not regenerated.’
It was definitely not natural for the camouflage to regenerate before the shoulder.
So Jean could be sure.
Young-gi can cover up Chaos, at least some of Amela's Chaos abilities.
"I guess it's true that the talkative man has become quiet.”
Fluttering!
A flaming flame was coiled over the spirit surrounding the blade.
"I'll let you go, not too painful."
Young-ki and Chun-hwa were getting thicker and thicker.
Amela had to feel this intuition as she looked at the edge of the sword aimed at her without a flutter.
'At this rate, I'm definitely going to die!’
She has been involved in numerous battles.
substitute soldiers, incarnation of the battlefield, nightmare of the Gaifa Archipelago, etc. The titles that followed Amela were representing what life he had lived.
There were breathtakingly fierce wars, and comfortable battlefields like playgrounds.
She enjoyed the war, but never once had she felt as intense a death threat as she is now.
As with many titles, the names that Amela obtained did not represent the reverse at all.
For example, after so many wars, she did not care much about the world, and she did not even know the name Jean Looncandel, who heated the world the most during those years.
Chaos.
Amela has listened only to the voice of Chaos spreading within her life.
Chaos kept her from permeating universal life, and from paying attention to others and the outside world.
The Prochi siblings are an exception because they have a "smell of chaos."
No one told her what loneliness was in the life and death of the battlefield, and it was also very hard to meet someone strong enough to teach and guide her on the battlefield.
Even if they encounter each other, such ties will never be formed in a place where they use evil to kill each other.
The power of Chaos obscured the numerous feelings she deserved.
Amela, for example, was a child left alone in her own world.
The power of Chaos naturally made her a substitute, but she was not much different from the beast.
'Scared......! I don't want to die!'
Someone would laugh at Amela thinking she wants to live.
Amela has killed countless people on the battlefield, and has rarely kept those who bother her alive.
But is it the will of a poor baby who was abandoned in a well as soon as he was born or the will of chaos?
One thing for sure was that no one had ever led Amela.
Young-ki and Chun-hwa were now not rising out of saturation, but rather being huge, pushing out the fire altogether.
"Little! I got the eyes of the snake, now let's take it easy and crush it!"
While Amela was terrified and lost her concentration, Murakhan was able to recover the Prochi brothers.
There was no need to control the force anymore.
"With a sword like this, it would be the last thing you have ever built."
Blue flames and spirits spread everywhere quickly to Qin.
Soon Jean became a dark blue Chunghwa itself.
Sarah Looncandel's Magum Biggie, Uphwa.
Jean looked down at Amela with burning eyes like a judge.
Chunghwa was illuminating her face hidden by the bush hood.
Amela had an incredibly young face of the same age as Valcas.
For some reason, I felt uneasy.
It's been a long time since I got used to the world where I had to die and kill.
'I wish it had been a good relationship.’
As soon as he was about to clear his thoughts and wield his sword to develop his up-hwa.
[Ha, surrender!]
Suddenly Amela stretched out her hands recklessly, and waved and shouted so.
[Submission!] I'm sorry, please stop...…!]
Amela even sat down and shook her head like crazy.
'What....!'
At the moment of Amela's unexpected behavior, 50,000 thoughts struck my mind.
'Is it a trap to escape the situation, or is it true? Even if it's the latter, is it right to let him live? Amela's already decided to join the Kinselo.’
If he forced the already half-expanded business, he could fall into a serious internal trauma.
But Jean made a decision.
Let's save him for now.
However, they could not stop the operation.
"Murakan!"
The dark blue bradamante fell toward Amela, and Qin clenched his teeth and called out the name of the guardian dragon.
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The black swordsmen with spirit were shot at Amela, cutting through the dense fire.
It was a sword that flew in every direction.
There was also a strong and strong flesh in Jin's eyeglasses, which glistened through the torn saturation.
In other words, I meant it.
Jean is determined to kill Amela.
As if to become a dark and poisonous lump, Amela's vivid flesh made her spine cool.
Kagagagak!
As they blinked at each other, Jean and Amela were competing against each other in arms.
Bradamante and the cannon balls formed by tableware collided, causing an unpleasant frictional sound.
'For now, I don't think you're losing your mind when you're young like Jonah's sister. Is it because the type and size of Chaos are different? Or is there something else?’
I don't know for sure why, but it wasn't important for an immediate fight.
Rather, it would have been more comfortable if he had lost his reason.
I wouldn't have shown all my skills.
I tried to take off the blade that touched Posein and swing it again, but Jean felt something hard grasping Bradamante.
It was a thorn.
Out of nowhere the thorns that covered the foreshadow like a hedgehog clasped together and held on to Bradamante.
There was a gap for a while because I had to tear it off by force.
Amela, of course, did not miss it and set off a bomb on Jean's head.
A bomb made in a flash by a table.
My eardrums were bursting at the roar.
However, Multa's rune and armor prevented any real damage.
In the meantime, Murakan tried to take care of Rata and Fay, but suddenly felt something strange and dangerous under his feet while running, so he quickly pulled himself out.
If he had pulled out a moment later, he would have suffered a considerable level of injury.
An explosion was also taking place in the place where Murakan left.
"Ha, me. That's bizarre. What kind of bomb goes off under the ground?"
Murakan kicked his tongue, looking at the round ground.
This kind of attack was a form commensurate with what was told beforehand by Valcas.
There were ways only Amela used.
Bombs from beneath feet, arrows fired over time, various traps and strange devices.
Originally, it would take a lot of time and preparation in advance, but infinite tableware was filling it.
Weapons and traps were constantly being formed everywhere, following her will.
artillery and bombs, huge guillotine, thorn nets, serial crosshairs, etc.
Maybe if it was someone else, not the Jin and Murakan duo.
If it had been another unmanned or wizard less than 10 stars, it would have been helpless.
It was the same even if the entire Knights and Wizards came.
But it was too bad even if it was bad.
Cursors do not work at all, so she cannot make a gap, and the firearms and weapons she handles are suitable for mass murder, but they are not suitable to break down the walls of the super-class unmanned and wizards.
Of course.
Because of the infinite power of table tennis, it didn't matter whether it was Sangseong or not.
It was Amela's victory if the fight continues until either side dies.
Because the opponent will get tired someday.
Blow!
Bradamante sharply drew a diagonal line.
Despite the pouring gunfire and working traps, Jean was continuing to narrow her distance from Amela, holding out with evasive and spiritual armor.
'Your response to my attack is no match for the top-notch knights I know.'
When fighting with each other completely exposed and without even prior preparation, without infinite strength, Amela could never defeat Jean.
'If it's not infinite strength and superplay, it's not a very difficult opponent.’
What Jean believed was the flame of Tess.
When you cut the hell gate of Muron, when you cut the subspace of Zephyrin. Chunghwa has proved itself.
If this core-like space on the table is the source of unlimited power for Amela, it can be solved no differently.
Even if the whole island is destroyed if the pressure cannot be resolved.
Or even if the whole archipelago is wiped off the map.
Jean was determined to make a decision with Amela.
There was only one strange thing.
'But why are you fighting so stupid?’
Fight stupidly, the reason why Jean expressed it was no different.
It was because Amela continued to "escape or prevent" the attack of Jin.
It's as if you don't have super-renewable power.
To give flesh to take a bone.
With the level of super-renewal power Amela had just shown, the maxim could be applied at every moment.
Intentionally allowing an attack, creating a gap, letting one's opponent off guard, or often attempting to self-destruct.
If he had super-renewable powers, Jean would naturally fight that way.
Not like Amela, with her teeth clenched, hurriedly avoiding the black blade.
Is it just because I hate the pain itself, regardless of the initial regeneration?
To think so, it is not explained that the left wrist was cut off by itself and proved to be a supernova.
'No way.'
In Muleta's rune, Jean's eyes narrowed.
Sneaking to Murakhan, the tableware continued to form bombs and shields.
Murakan was not piercing because he was afraid his brother and sister would get hurt, but black spirits stood out between the tableware.
And I could feel that the breath of Amela changed slightly every time she showed her vigor.
with difficulty in suppressing fear
I can't fool you can't fool you.
Fear was a weakness that could not be fooled or hidden against a character like Jin, who was a poor warrior.
"The wound that was perpetrated seems irreparable, Ser Amela."
Amela's eyes swelled in the bush hood.
'How did you know that?’
I almost answered out loud, but I couldn't do it the next moment because I was gasping for breath.
Bradamante, who was fiercely beaten, brushed his shoulder and passed by.
Fishet!
A chunk of camouflage on the shoulder fell and the fallen leaves and branches were broken.
There was a clear, red drop of blood splashed through it.
Amela did not respond properly to the stabbing.
Still, it was quick for the camouflage to be fixed by the table, but Jean did not miss the moment before the leaves and branches were formed.
'The shoulders were not regenerated.’
It was definitely not natural for the camouflage to regenerate before the shoulder.
So Jean could be sure.
Young-gi can cover up Chaos, at least some of Amela's Chaos abilities.
"I guess it's true that the talkative man has become quiet.”
Fluttering!
A flaming flame was coiled over the spirit surrounding the blade.
"I'll let you go, not too painful."
Young-ki and Chun-hwa were getting thicker and thicker.
Amela had to feel this intuition as she looked at the edge of the sword aimed at her without a flutter.
'At this rate, I'm definitely going to die!’
She has been involved in numerous battles.
substitute soldiers, incarnation of the battlefield, nightmare of the Gaifa Archipelago, etc. The titles that followed Amela were representing what life he had lived.
There were breathtakingly fierce wars, and comfortable battlefields like playgrounds.
She enjoyed the war, but never once had she felt as intense a death threat as she is now.
As with many titles, the names that Amela obtained did not represent the reverse at all.
For example, after so many wars, she did not care much about the world, and she did not even know the name Jean Looncandel, who heated the world the most during those years.
Chaos.
Amela has listened only to the voice of Chaos spreading within her life.
Chaos kept her from permeating universal life, and from paying attention to others and the outside world.
The Prochi siblings are an exception because they have a "smell of chaos."
No one told her what loneliness was in the life and death of the battlefield, and it was also very hard to meet someone strong enough to teach and guide her on the battlefield.
Even if they encounter each other, such ties will never be formed in a place where they use evil to kill each other.
The power of Chaos obscured the numerous feelings she deserved.
Amela, for example, was a child left alone in her own world.
The power of Chaos naturally made her a substitute, but she was not much different from the beast.
'Scared......! I don't want to die!'
Someone would laugh at Amela thinking she wants to live.
Amela has killed countless people on the battlefield, and has rarely kept those who bother her alive.
But is it the will of a poor baby who was abandoned in a well as soon as he was born or the will of chaos?
One thing for sure was that no one had ever led Amela.
Young-ki and Chun-hwa were now not rising out of saturation, but rather being huge, pushing out the fire altogether.
"Little! I got the eyes of the snake, now let's take it easy and crush it!"
While Amela was terrified and lost her concentration, Murakhan was able to recover the Prochi brothers.
There was no need to control the force anymore.
"With a sword like this, it would be the last thing you have ever built."
Blue flames and spirits spread everywhere quickly to Qin.
Soon Jean became a dark blue Chunghwa itself.
Sarah Looncandel's Magum Biggie, Uphwa.
Jean looked down at Amela with burning eyes like a judge.
Chunghwa was illuminating her face hidden by the bush hood.
Amela had an incredibly young face of the same age as Valcas.
For some reason, I felt uneasy.
It's been a long time since I got used to the world where I had to die and kill.
'I wish it had been a good relationship.’
As soon as he was about to clear his thoughts and wield his sword to develop his up-hwa.
[Ha, surrender!]
Suddenly Amela stretched out her hands recklessly, and waved and shouted so.
[Submission!] I'm sorry, please stop...…!]
Amela even sat down and shook her head like crazy.
'What....!'
At the moment of Amela's unexpected behavior, 50,000 thoughts struck my mind.
'Is it a trap to escape the situation, or is it true? Even if it's the latter, is it right to let him live? Amela's already decided to join the Kinselo.’
If he forced the already half-expanded business, he could fall into a serious internal trauma.
But Jean made a decision.
Let's save him for now.
However, they could not stop the operation.
"Murakan!"
The dark blue bradamante fell toward Amela, and Qin clenched his teeth and called out the name of the guardian dragon.
The black swordsmen with spirit were shot at Amela, cutting through the dense fire.It was a sword that flew in every direction.There was also a strong and strong flesh in Jin's eyeglasses, which glistened through the torn saturation.In other words, I meant it.Jean is determined to kill Amela.As if to become a dark and poisonous lump, Amela's vivid flesh made her spine cool.Kagagagak!As they blinked at each other, Jean and Amela were competing against each other in arms.Bradamante and the cannon balls formed by tableware collided, causing an unpleasant frictional sound.'For now, I don't think you're losing your mind when you're young like Jonah's sister. Is it because the type and size of Chaos are different? Or is there something else?'I don't know for sure why, but it wasn't important for an immediate fight.Rather, it would have been more comfortable if he had lost his reason.I wouldn't have shown all my skills.I tried to take off the blade that touched Posein and swing it again, but Jean felt something hard grasping Bradamante.It was a thorn.Out of nowhere the thorns that covered the foreshadow like a hedgehog clasped together and held on to Bradamante.There was a gap for a while because I had to tear it off by force.Amela, of course, did not miss it and set off a bomb on Jean's head.A bomb made in a flash by a table.My eardrums were bursting at the roar.However, Multa's rune and armor prevented any real damage.In the meantime, Murakan tried to take care of Rata and Fay, but suddenly felt something strange and dangerous under his feet while running, so he quickly pulled himself out.If he had pulled out a moment later, he would have suffered a considerable level of injury.An explosion was also taking place in the place where Murakan left."Ha, me. That's bizarre. What kind of bomb goes off under the ground?"Murakan kicked his tongue, looking at the round ground.This kind of attack was a form commensurate with what was told beforehand by Valcas.There were ways only Amela used.Bombs from beneath feet, arrows fired over time, various traps and strange devices.Originally, it would take a lot of time and preparation in advance, but infinite tableware was filling it.Weapons and traps were constantly being formed everywhere, following her will.artillery and bombs, huge guillotine, thorn nets, serial crosshairs, etc.Maybe if it was someone else, not the Jin and Murakan duo.If it had been another unmanned or wizard less than 10 stars, it would have been helpless.It was the same even if the entire Knights and Wizards came.But it was too bad even if it was bad.Cursors do not work at all, so she cannot make a gap, and the firearms and weapons she handles are suitable for mass murder, but they are not suitable to break down the walls of the super-class unmanned and wizards.Of course.Because of the infinite power of table tennis, it didn't matter whether it was Sangseong or not.It was Amela's victory if the fight continues until either side dies.Because the opponent will get tired someday.Blow!Bradamante sharply drew a diagonal line.Despite the pouring gunfire and working traps, Jean was continuing to narrow her distance from Amela, holding out with evasive and spiritual armor.'Your response to my attack is no match for the top-notch knights I know.'When fighting with each other completely exposed and without even prior preparation, without infinite strength, Amela could never defeat Jean.'If it's not infinite strength and superplay, it's not a very difficult opponent.'What Jean believed was the flame of Tess.When you cut the hell gate of Muron, when you cut the subspace of Zephyrin. Chunghwa has proved itself.If this core-like space on the table is the source of unlimited power for Amela, it can be solved no differently.Even if the whole island is destroyed if the pressure cannot be resolved.Or even if the whole archipelago is wiped off the map.Jean was determined to make a decision with Amela.There was only one strange thing.'But why are you fighting so stupid?'Fight stupidly, the reason why Jean expressed it was no different.It was because Amela continued to "escape or prevent" the attack of Jin.It's as if you don't have super-renewable power.To give flesh to take a bone.With the level of super-renewal power Amela had just shown, the maxim could be applied at every moment.Intentionally allowing an attack, creating a gap, letting one's opponent off guard, or often attempting to self-destruct.If he had super-renewable powers, Jean would naturally fight that way.Not like Amela, with her teeth clenched, hurriedly avoiding the black blade.Is it just because I hate the pain itself, regardless of the initial regeneration?To think so, it is not explained that the left wrist was cut off by itself and proved to be a supernova.'No way.'In Muleta's rune, Jean's eyes narrowed.Sneaking to Murakhan, the tableware continued to form bombs and shields.Murakan was not piercing because he was afraid his brother and sister would get hurt, but black spirits stood out between the tableware.And I could feel that the breath of Amela changed slightly every time she showed her vigor.with difficulty in suppressing fearI can't fool you can't fool you.Fear was a weakness that could not be fooled or hidden against a character like Jin, who was a poor warrior."The wound that was perpetrated seems irreparable, Ser Amela."Amela's eyes swelled in the bush hood.'How did you know that?'I almost answered out loud, but I couldn't do it the next moment because I was gasping for breath.Bradamante, who was fiercely beaten, brushed his shoulder and passed by.Fishet!A chunk of camouflage on the shoulder fell and the fallen leaves and branches were broken.There was a clear, red drop of blood splashed through it.Amela did not respond properly to the stabbing.Still, it was quick for the camouflage to be fixed by the table, but Jean did not miss the moment before the leaves and branches were formed.'The shoulders were not regenerated.'It was definitely not natural for the camouflage to regenerate before the shoulder.So Jean could be sure.Young-gi can cover up Chaos, at least some of Amela's Chaos abilities."I guess it's true that the talkative man has become quiet.Fluttering!A flaming flame was coiled over the spirit surrounding the blade."I'll let you go, not too painful."Young-ki and Chun-hwa were getting thicker and thicker.Amela had to feel this intuition as she looked at the edge of the sword aimed at her without a flutter.'At this rate, I'm definitely going to die!'She has been involved in numerous battles.substitute soldiers, incarnation of the battlefield, nightmare of the Gaifa Archipelago, etc. The titles that followed Amela were representing what life he had lived.There were breathtakingly fierce wars, and comfortable battlefields like playgrounds.She enjoyed the war, but never once had she felt as intense a death threat as she is now.As with many titles, the names that Amela obtained did not represent the reverse at all.For example, after so many wars, she did not care much about the world, and she did not even know the name Jean Looncandel, who heated the world the most during those years.Chaos.Amela has listened only to the voice of Chaos spreading within her life.Chaos kept her from permeating universal life, and from paying attention to others and the outside world.The Prochi siblings are an exception because they have a "smell of chaos."No one told her what loneliness was in the life and death of the battlefield, and it was also very hard to meet someone strong enough to teach and guide her on the battlefield.Even if they encounter each other, such ties will never be formed in a place where they use evil to kill each other.The power of Chaos obscured the numerous feelings she deserved.Amela, for example, was a child left alone in her own world.The power of Chaos naturally made her a substitute, but she was not much different from the beast.'Scared......! I don't want to die!'Someone would laugh at Amela thinking she wants to live.Amela has killed countless people on the battlefield, and has rarely kept those who bother her alive.But is it the will of a poor baby who was abandoned in a well as soon as he was born or the will of chaos?One thing for sure was that no one had ever led Amela.Young-ki and Chun-hwa were now not rising out of saturation, but rather being huge, pushing out the fire altogether."Little! I got the eyes of the snake, now let's take it easy and crush it!"While Amela was terrified and lost her concentration, Murakhan was able to recover the Prochi brothers.There was no need to control the force anymore."With a sword like this, it would be the last thing you have ever built."Blue flames and spirits spread everywhere quickly to Qin.Soon Jean became a dark blue Chunghwa itself.Sarah Looncandel's Magum Biggie, Uphwa.Jean looked down at Amela with burning eyes like a judge.Chunghwa was illuminating her face hidden by the bush hood.Amela had an incredibly young face of the same age as Valcas.For some reason, I felt uneasy.It's been a long time since I got used to the world where I had to die and kill.'I wish it had been a good relationship.'As soon as he was about to clear his thoughts and wield his sword to develop his up-hwa.Ha, surrender!Suddenly Amela stretched out her hands recklessly, and waved and shouted so.Submission! I'm sorry, please stop...!Amela even sat down and shook her head like crazy.'What....!'At the moment of Amela's unexpected behavior, 50,000 thoughts struck my mind.'Is it a trap to escape the situation, or is it true? Even if it's the latter, is it right to let him live? Amela's already decided to join the Kinselo.'If he forced the already half-expanded business, he could fall into a serious internal trauma.But Jean made a decision.Let's save him for now.However, they could not stop the operation."Murakan!"The dark blue bradamante fell toward Amela, and Qin clenched his teeth and called out the name of the guardian dragon.
