Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1255: 1021: Clash—The Might of the Demon God
Capítulo 1255: Chapter 1021: Clash—The Might of the Demon God
“Gabriel… it’s been a long time.”
Sigler Palm spoke softly to the void.
“Young Master, Gabriel heeds your call.” A similarly low voice inexplicably emerged from the air.
A black screen hovered beside Sigler Palm.
A faint silhouette of a bust appeared on the screen, and when the shadowy contour lifted its head, two eerie green eyes seemed to pierce through the screen.
“Since you’ve come, shouldn’t we make the most of such a grand gesture?” Sigler Palm flicked his fingers, a light wave spread from his fingertips, merging with the screen.
“The selection rules for these lists, place them into the database, and while eliminating enemies… clear them out as well.”
“Do you understand the reason for collateral damage?”
A mysterious sneer flashed in Sigler Palm’s eyes.
Those bandwagoners will soon understand it personally.
Now that the ace is in my hand, how could I not reshuffle the deck with such a grand setup?
“I follow your wisdom.”
The eerie green light blinked gently, the voice low.
“Very well, then the next stage… feel free to perform. The glory of the Iris Family can shine once more among the stars.”
“As you command.”
The voice gradually faded.
A pitch-black moment shrouded from the dome of Mosibai Mountain, a chilling aura emerged from the depths of everyone’s soul.
The massive mecha outline lifted its head, concealed in the shadows, and looked towards the sky.
The right arm slowly raised.
The center of the palm slowly contracted, revealing a void.
And then, within the void, a golden glow suddenly appeared, but the gold was quickly transformed into a deep, silent black.
“To fight on this planet within my lifetime…”
“Has always been a dream.”
A faint monologue echoed from within the cockpit.
That ghostly energy with a hint of sacredness suddenly pierced the sky.
Vast clouds were completely stained and changed color.
Bend the knees, eject.
The dense blackness separated from the ground, shooting swiftly towards the sky.
The Iris Family’s staff collapsed on the spot, gasping for air.
In that moment, the oppressive force was a trembling from the soul.
The previously dark spot where they stood turned back to light, yet people were horrified to find that the land had completely lost its vitality.
Green grass turned into dry branches and leaves.
The ground dried up.
All life vanished.
A desolation akin to a cosmic meteor emerged in everyone’s hearts.
Is this the power of an SSS-class mecha?
The Shura, having just resolved a battle, suddenly looked up.
For at this moment, Mu Fan sensed a familiar aura from his soul.
Not a familiar warmth, but a familiarity filled with bloodthirst.
The innate hatred and hostility in the brain.
The aura of Shura also began to stir restlessly.
“What… is that?”
Mu Fan’s voice was hoarse.
“The detestable aura beyond the stars… that’s the Zeg Clan.”
“And, there’s another strong presence.”
Shura’s murderous intent skyrocketed, as he fiercely raised the long blade in his hand.
Bang!
In the violent tremor, sparks scattered hundreds of meters around.
Under Shura’s feet, a massive crater exploded, the entire mecha heavily smashed into the pit.
“Enemy!”
Shura’s excited voice resonated in the brain.
Only then did Mu Fan realize there was no warning at all!
Hiss, a light black-blue mist spread, that sound like metal scraping echoed.
A crescent black moon blade hovered above the Blood Prison Blade sheath.
“Not a bad reaction…”
Amidst the faint praise, another crescent black moon blade appeared beside him, fiercely hacking at the sheath.
Clang!
Both blades struck the sheath simultaneously.
The ground beneath Shura’s feet cracked once more.
Boom!
A wave of fire spread directly from beneath Shura’s feet.
The black energy mixed with raging fire instantly engulfed half the city.
At the edge of the deserted city, some people who hadn’t managed to escape were completely swallowed by this intertwined energy.
This time, it was entirely a military slaughter of civilians, yet no one spoke up.
Because, in the space surveillance satellite, the central vast territory of Rolandy City and Dawn City had been completely shrouded in black mist.
Shura’s body nearly completely sank into the ground.
The crater expanded to twice the area.
Thered glow enveloped Mu Fan, whose shoulder muscles creaked at this moment.
It was the weight of Shura’s power feedback to the Mechanical Master.
Even if reduced by ten thousand times, Mu Fan’s skin split open into dozens of wounds, both arms instantly covered in blood.
However, upon hearing this sentence, Mu Fan’s fierce intention did not diminish but increased!
“Finally, the trump card has been revealed…”
Mu Fan looked like a wild beast, with a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.
Shura’s four engines on the back simultaneously burst into brilliant red glow.
The saber was held horizontally in front, the left hand gently pulled back, and then struck heavily on the blade.
Boom!
The fierce red flame instantly spread from the fist’s edge through the sheath, then heavily transmitted to the two crescent black moon blades.
A violent shockwave once again erupted from the ground.
At this moment, within the desolate city, it was like a volcanic eruption.
The intense blaze surged into the sky.
The alarming energy reaction lit up the monitoring consoles of every spacecraft in the sky, but no matter which force, all kept a conscious distance from this region.
Because, the level of battle this time… was really too high!
A black silhouette was directly propelled to the dome by this brilliant volcanic eruption.
The darkness it brought along also ascended into the high sky.
Beneath the clouds, finally, it was not such an all-consuming darkness.
Image capturing devices that had just regained their operational abilities from interference instantly captured the scenery high above.
Under the heavy clouds, a sinister mecha shrouded in a black cloak stood high in the sky.
Two crescent black moon blades suspended on either side.
The cloud layer of the entire sky seemed to serve as its backdrop.
Shura transformed into a red meteor ascending the high sky, the cloak whistling, the long blade suddenly swirling, right hand gripping the hilt.
“Your imitation is really not bad…”
“But alas, it’s still an imitation.”
“Among the ultimate body mechas, you deserve the pinnacle.”
[Ghost Ghost King] chuckled lightly, looking up at Shura, revealing a face like a ferocious demon.
Mu Fan defiantly gazed into the high sky, the long blade in his hand being bit by bit unsheathed.
“The Emperor Body, the true Demon God Machine has finally appeared.”
In Mu Fan’s terrifying combat intuition, the omnipresent sense of death edged his brain and nerves, taut to the utmost!
“You actually have some insight…”
“Gabriel, mount of the Great Demon God—[Ghost Ghost King]!”
Gabriel’s ghostly voice resonated, the temperature of the sky dropping dozens of degrees out of nowhere.
Ghost Ghost King’s silhouette instantly transformed into a streak of light and vanished straight into the clouds above, disappearing beneath the dome.
A death crisis instantly loomed at hand!
Mu Fan’s eyes suddenly widened, blazing killing intent surged.
The long blade was drawn swiftly.
老
㨮㺕䦽䍊㨮
蘆盧櫓盧露擄櫓䏯老 䤪䎅䄛䄛㐇䘫㭙䁽 盧䐃䍯㢔㳙䎅䦽 㨮䄖 䄖䘫㢔㳙 䐃㟶㳙㨨䍯 䎅㰻㢔㨮䐃䐃 䍯䲩㳙 䡱㐇䎅㰻㔈 䐃㔈㱤㶭
㔏䲩㳙 䡱㐇䎅䄛䘫㭙䁽 䡱㐇䎅䤪㳙 㢔㳙䄖㐇㳙㰻䍯㳙䤪 䍯䲩㳙 䄖䎅㰻㳙䐃 㨮䄖 䟺䲩䑳㢔䎅 䎅㭙䤪 䍯䲩㳙 㨮㨨㨨㨮㭙㳙㭙䍯㶭
㥭㨮㨮㭙
㭙㨮
㳙䁽㳙䤪
㶭䄖䘫㳙㔈㭙
䲩㔏㳙
㳙䎅䤪㐇䍊
㳙㢔䤪㳙䐃䍯
䲩䍯㳙
㨮䄖
㳙䍯䲩
“㮼䦽㨨㳙㢔㨮㢔 䍊㨮䤪㱤㶭㶭㶭䐃㨮 㟶䲩䎅䍯㺕”
䟺䲩䑳㢔䎅’䐃 䄖䘫䁲㳙 䄖䘫㭙䁽㳙㢔䐃 䐃㨨㢔㳙䎅䤪 㟶䘫䤪㳙㕂 䎅䍯 䍯䲩䘫䐃 䦽㨮䦽㳙㭙䍯 䄖䘫㳙㢔㰻㳙㐇㱤 䁽㢔䘫㨨㨨䘫㭙䁽 䍯䲩㳙 㨮㨨㨨㨮㭙㳙㭙䍯’䐃 䎅㢔䦽㕂 䐃䲩䎅㢔㨨 㰻㐇䎅㟶 䡱㐇䎅䤪㳙䐃 䘫㭙䐃䍯䎅㭙䍯㐇㱤 㨨㨮㨨㨨㳙䤪 㨮䑳䍯㕂 㨨㳙㭙㳙䍯㢔䎅䍯䘫㭙䁽 䍯䲩㳙 㨮㨨㨨㨮㭙㳙㭙䍯’䐃 䲩䎅㭙䤪 䎅㢔䦽㨮㢔 䎅䦽䘫䤪䐃䍯 䎅 䐃䲩㨮㟶㳙㢔 㨮䄖 䄖䘫㳙㢔㱤 䐃㨨䎅㢔㔈䐃㕂 䎅㭙䤪 䍯䲩㳙㭙 䤪㨮㟶㭙㟶䎅㢔䤪㶭㶭㶭
㢔㰻㳙䘫㳙䄖
㟶㺕䐃䁽㭙䘫
䏯 䡱㐇䎅㰻㔈 䄖䘫䁽䑳㢔㳙 䐃䑳䤪䤪㳙㭙㐇㱤 㨨㐇䑳㭙䁽㳙䤪 䍯㨮 䍯䲩㳙 䁽㢔㨮䑳㭙䤪 㐇䘫㔈㳙 䎅 䦽㳙䍯㳙㨮㢔㶭
䍊㨮㨮䦽㺕
㶭䐃㢔㳙㭙䘫
䲩㳙䍯
䦽䄖㢔㨮
㢔䑳䁽䤪䐃㳙
㭙䑳䐃䍯䦽䎅䘫
䘫䄖
䎅
䐃䎅
䲩䎅䤪
䁽䑳䤪㢔㭙㨮
㰲䎅䐃㳙䁲
䏯 䐃㳙䦽䘫㰻䘫㢔㰻䑳㐇䎅㢔 㳙㭙㳙㢔䁽㱤 㟶䎅䁲㳙 㳙㐒㨨㐇㨮䐃䘫䁲㳙㐇㱤 㨮㨨㳙㭙㳙䤪㕂 䐃㟶㳙㳙㨨䘫㭙䁽 㳙䁲㳙㢔㱤䍯䲩䘫㭙䁽 䄖㐇䎅䍯㶭
䟺䲩䑳㢔䎅 䘫㭙䐃䍯䎅㭙䍯㐇㱤 䐃㨨㢔㳙䎅䤪 㨮䑳䍯 䄖㨮㢔 䎅 䲩䑳㭙䤪㢔㳙䤪 䦽㳙䍯㳙㢔䐃㕂 㥭䑳 䫝䎅㭙 䁽䎅䄛㳙䤪 㟶䘫䍯䲩 䄖䘫㳙㢔㰻㳙 䘫㭙䍯㳙㭙䍯 䎅䍯 䍯䲩㳙 䁽㢔㨮䑳㭙䤪 䡱㳙㐇㨮㟶㶭
䍯䍊䲩㨮
㨮㨮㨮㨮㳙㐇䉪㐇䡱㢔䤪㰻䤪
㭙㨮㳙㨨㟶䎅㕂
䲩㳙䍯
䎅䲩䤪㐇䐃䐃㳙
㨮㭙䤪㟶㶭
䑳㳙㭙䍯䤪㢔䲩
㨨䐃㟶䍯㳙
䍯䲩㳙
㢔㳙䤪䍯䐃㳙
䟺䲩㢔䎅䑳
㕂㱤㔈䐃
㨮㭙
㭙䲩䤪䐃䎅
㭙䘫㳙䄖㔈
䐃䘫䁽䍯䍯㢔䎅䲩
㔏䲩䑳䤪㶭㶭㶭 䏯䦽䘫䤪䐃䍯 䁲䘫㨮㐇㳙㭙䍯 䐃䲩䎅㔈䘫㭙䁽 㨮䄖 䍯䲩㳙 㳙䎅㢔䍯䲩 䎅㭙䤪 䦽㨮䑳㭙䍯䎅䘫㭙䐃㕂 䍯䲩㳙 䍊㐇㨮㨮䤪 䟒㢔䘫䐃㨮㭙 䍊㐇䎅䤪㳙 䲩㳙䎅䁲䘫㐇㱤 䐃䍯㢔䑳㰻㔈 䍯䲩㳙 䁽㢔㨮䑳㭙䤪㶭
㔏䲩㳙 䟺䲩䑳㢔䎅 㥭䎅㰻䲩䘫㭙㳙 䍊㨮䤪㱤 䎅㐇㨮㭙䁽 㟶䘫䍯䲩 䍯䲩㳙 䍊㐇㨮㨮䤪 䟒㢔䘫䐃㨮㭙 䵣㨮㭙䁽 䍊㐇䎅䤪㳙 䐃㐇䎅䐃䲩㳙䤪 䎅䍯㨮㨨 䍯䲩䎅䍯 䁽䘫䁽䎅㭙䍯䘫㰻 䐃䲩䎅䤪㨮㟶㶭
䎅䘫㟶䁲㳙䐃䎅㢔
䐃㢔㳙䤪㨮䎅
䎅
䘫㳙㐒䦽䤪
䍯㨮
䘫䲩㟶䍯
䲩䘫䁽䍯㳙䲩
㳙㟶䐃䎅䁲
㭙䁽㢔㳙㳙㱤
䎅
䍯䲩㳙
㨮䄖
㔈㨮㳙㐇㢔㶭䦽㳙䘫䍯
㢔䤪㳙
䄖㢔㨮䦽
㢔䘫䐃㢔䎅䲩㳙䉪㭙䲩䎅㮼䍯䁽䍯䍯
䁽㢔䑳㨮㭙䤪
㔏䲩㳙 䡱㐇㨮㨮䤪䉪㢔㳙䤪 㔈㭙䘫䄖㳙 㐇䘫䁽䲩䍯 䐃㐇䘫㰻㳙䤪 䡱㳙䍯㟶㳙㳙㭙 䍯䲩㳙 䤱㨮䑳䡱㐇㳙 㥭㨮㨮㭙 䍊㐇䎅䤪㳙䐃㕂 䐃㨨䎅㢔㔈䘫㭙䁽 䄖䘫㳙㢔㰻㳙㐇㱤㶭
㔏䲩㳙 㛦䲩㨮䐃䍯 㛦䲩㨮䐃䍯 㞏䘫㭙䁽 㔈㭙㳙㐇䍯 㨮㭙 䍯䲩㳙 䁽㢔㨮䑳㭙䤪㕂 䁽㢔䘫䍯䍯䘫㭙䁽 䲩䘫䐃 䍯㳙㳙䍯䲩 䍯㨮 䲩㨮㐇䤪 䍯䲩㳙 䡱㐇䎅䤪㳙 㨨㨮䘫䐃㳙䤪 䍯㨮 䤪㳙䐃䍯㢔㨮㱤 㳙䁲㳙㢔㱤䍯䲩䘫㭙䁽㶭
㶭䑳㐇㶭㢔㶭㔏㱤”
䘫㰻㳙䁲䘫㭙䘫㭙㐇䡱
䲩㳙䍯
䎅䍯
㳙䎅䦽䐃
㭙㔈”䎅㢔㶭
䏯 㰻䲩䘫㐇㐇䘫㭙䁽 䁲㨮䘫㰻㳙 䐃㨨䎅䍯 㨮䑳䍯 㟶㨮㢔䤪 䡱㱤 㟶㨮㢔䤪 䄖㢔㨮䦽 䡱㳙㭙㳙䎅䍯䲩 䍯䲩㳙 䐃㳙䎅㢔䘫㭙䁽 䡱㐇䎅䤪㳙 䁽㐇㨮㟶㶭
㛦䎅䡱㢔䘫㳙㐇 㟶䎅䐃 㳙㭙䁲㳙㐇㨮㨨㳙䤪 䘫㭙 䐃㨮䦽㳙 䐃䍯㢔䎅㭙䁽㳙㕂 䘫㭙㳙㐒㨨㐇䘫㰻䎅䡱㐇㳙 䡱㐇䎅㰻㔈 䦽䘫䐃䍯㶭
䘫䐃䲩
㭙䘫
㭙䤪㢔䘫㨨䘫䐃䐃㨮㳙
䑳㢔㨮䁽䁽㭙㭙䤪䘫㳙
䦽㭙䘫䁽㳙㳙㱤㐇䐃
㭙䎅䤪
㭙䎅䄖䍯䘫㢔㨮㳙䦽㨮㢔
䘫䍯㭙䐃㨮㨮䑳㰻㭙䑳
䄖䥷
䲩䍯㳙
㰻㐇㨮䤪䑳
㨮㐇㕂㳙㰻䐃
㔈㐇䘫㳙
䁽㨮䍯
㭙䑳䐃䘫㶭䁲㢔㳙㳙
㨮㱤䡱䤪
䦽䐃㨮䎅䍯
㳙㭙㳙䁲
㱤㨮䑳
㨮㱤䑳
䐃㳙㳙
㜚䘫䐃 䤪㳙㳙㨨䉪䐃㳙䍯 㳙㱤㳙䐃 䐃䍯䎅㢔㳙䤪 䎅䍯 䍯䲩㳙 䍯㳙㢔㢔䘫䄖㱤䘫㭙䁽 㔈㭙䘫䄖㳙 䡱㐇䎅䤪㳙 㢔㳙䐃㳙䦽䡱㐇䘫㭙䁽 䎅 䦽䘫䁽䲩䍯㱤 䡱㐇㨮㨮䤪䉪㢔㳙䤪 㔏䲩䑳㭙䤪㳙㢔 䤱㢔䎅䁽㨮㭙 䎅䡱㨮䁲㳙 䲩䘫䦽㶭
“䫝㨮㢔 䦽㳙—䟺㐇䎅䐃䲩㺕㺕”
㟶䍯䘫䲩
㭙㨮䤪㟶
䎅’䫝㭙䐃
㕂䤪䁽䡱䑳㳙㐇
㐇㨮䤪䑳
㥭䑳
䎅
㐇䐃䑳㰻㳙䦽䐃
㢔㳙㳙㰻㶭㐇䘫㱤䄖
㕂㢔㨮䎅㢔
䐃䘫䲩
䎅䦽㢔
㳙㢔䤪䐃㨨㳙䐃
䎅㢔䐃䦽
㗛䄛䄛–䍊㨮㨮䦽㺕
䏯 㨨䎅䍯㰻䲩 㨮䄖 䡱㐇䎅㰻㔈䉪䡱㐇䑳㳙 䐃㨨䎅㢔㔈䐃 䦽㳙㢔䁽㳙䤪 䘫㭙䍯㨮 㨮㭙㳙㕂 㟶䘫䍯䲩 䎅 㨨䘫㳙㢔㰻䘫㭙䁽㕂 䐃䲩㢔䘫㐇㐇 㰻䑳䍯䍯䘫㭙䁽 䐃㨮䑳㭙䤪㕂 䍯䲩㳙 㐇㨮㭙䁽 䡱㐇䎅䤪㳙 䐃㐇䘫㰻㳙䤪 䍯䲩㳙 㳙㭙䍯䘫㢔㳙 䐃䲩䎅䤪㨮㟶㕂 䎅䐃 䘫䄖 䎅 䦽䑳㐇䍯䘫䉪䦽㳙䁽䎅䍯㨮㭙 䎅䍯㨮䦽䘫㰻 䡱㨮䦽䡱 䲩䎅䤪 㳙㐒㨨㐇㨮䤪㳙䤪 㨮㭙 䍯䲩㳙 䁽㢔㨮䑳㭙䤪㶭
䘫㭙㨮䍯
㢔䐃䦽䍯㳙㳙
䐃㟶䎅
㔈䲩㳙䤪䎅㰻
䘫㭙䄖㳙㶭㢔㭙㨮
㳙䎅䘫䦽䐃䐃䁲
䐃㱤䤪䑳㳙䤪㐇㭙
㞏䁽䘫㕂㭙
䐃䍯䁽㭙䤪䘫䎅㭙
䘫㕂䁽䲩䲩
䄖䄖㱤䘫䍯
㨮䐃㛦䍯䲩
䐃㛦䍯㨮䲩
䁽䎅㭙䡱䘫㐇䄛
䎅
㔏㳙䲩
䏯 䐃㳙䦽䘫䉪㰻䘫㢔㰻㐇㳙 䐃䑳㢔㢔㨮䑳㭙䤪䘫㭙䁽 䟺䲩䑳㢔䎅’䐃 䲩䎅㐇䄖 㨮䄖 䍯䲩㳙 㰻䘫䍯㱤 䐃䘫䦽䑳㐇䍯䎅㭙㳙㨮䑳䐃㐇㱤 䐃㨮䎅㢔㳙䤪 䘫㭙䍯㨮 䍯䲩㳙 䐃㔈㱤㶭
㔏䲩㳙 䐃䘫㐒䉪䦽㳙䍯㳙㢔䉪䍯䎅㐇㐇 䟺䲩䑳㢔䎅 㥭㳙㰻䲩䎅 䍊㨮䤪㱤 㐇䎅䑳㭙㰻䲩㳙䤪 䎅 䄖䘫㳙㢔㰻㳙㐇㱤 㰻㨮䑳㢔䎅䁽㳙㨮䑳䐃 䁽䲩㨮䐃䍯㐇㱤 䐃㐇䎅䐃䲩㕂 䄖㨮㢔䦽䎅㐇㐇㱤 䘫㭙䘫䍯䘫䎅䍯䘫㭙䁽 䍯䲩㳙 䲩䘫䁽䲩㳙䐃䍯 㐇㳙䁲㳙㐇 㨮䄖 㰻㨮䦽䡱䎅䍯 䘫㭙 䍯䲩䘫䐃 㢔㳙䎅㐇䦽㶭
㮼㭙䰘㢔䁽㳙㱤
䁲㭙䎅䲩䐃䁴䁽㭙䘫䘫㶭
䰘㔏䲩㳙 㐇䎅䐃䍯 䐃㰻㳙㭙㳙 䡱㳙䄖㨮㢔㳙 䁽㢔㨮䑳㭙䤪 䦽㨮㭙䘫䍯㨮㢔䘫㭙䁽 㟶䎅䐃 䤪㳙䐃䍯㢔㨮㱤㳙䤪㶭㶭㶭䁴
㔏䲩䎅䍯 䐃㰻㳙㭙㳙 㟶䎅䐃 䍯㢔䎅㭙䐃䦽䘫䍯䍯㳙䤪 䍯㨮 䍯䲩㳙 䟺㳙㭙䎅䍯㳙㕂 䍯㨮 䍯䲩㳙 㥭䘫㐇䘫䍯䎅㢔㱤 䤱㳙㨨䎅㢔䍯䦽㳙㭙䍯㕂 䎅㐇䐃㨮 䍯㨮 䍯䲩㳙 䡱㨮䍯䍯㨮䦽 㨮䄖 䵣䘫㳙䖾䘫㭙䁽 䵣䎅㔈㳙㕂 㳙㭙䍯㳙㢔䘫㭙䁽 䍯䲩㳙 䐃䘫䁽䲩䍯䐃 㨮䄖 䎅㐇㐇 䘫㭙䍯㳙㢔㳙䐃䍯㳙䤪 㨨䎅㢔䍯䘫㳙䐃㶭
䏯”㳙㢔
㔈㺕”㨮䃇䘫㭙㽺䁽
㨮䑳㱤
“䥷䐃 䍯䲩䘫䐃 䍯䲩㳙 䟺䟺䟺䉪䁽㢔䎅䤪㳙 㮼䦽㨨㳙㢔㨮㢔 䍊㨮䤪㱤䃇㺕”
㶭㶭㶭
㳙䟺㨮䦽
㳙㭙㭙䑳䍯㕂䐃䤪
䎅
䦽㭙㱤㳙㐇䘫㨮䦽㢔䎅䍯
䤪䑳䐃㢔㳙㰻
㨮㐇䑳㶭䤪
䐃㳙㢔䁽㭙㐇䎅㳙
䐃䎅
㨮䍯䑳
㢔㳙㳙㟶
䘫䤪㳙㢔䄖䉪㨨䦽㳙㢔㱤㳙䍯㳙
㟶䄖㳙
㰲䘫䍯䲩㨮䑳䍯 䎅㭙㱤 㢔㳙䁽䎅㢔䤪 䄖㨮㢔 䍯䲩㳙 䘫㭙䍯䘫䦽䘫䤪䎅䍯䘫㨮㭙 㨮䄖 䍯䲩㳙 䥷㢔䘫䐃 䫝䎅䦽䘫㐇㱤㶭
“㰲䲩䎅䍯 䤪㨮 㱤㨮䑳 䍯䲩䘫㭙㔈䃇” 䟺㨮䦽㳙㨮㭙㳙 䎅䐃㔈㳙䤪 䘫㭙 䎅 䍯㳙䎅䐃䘫㭙䁽 䍯㨮㭙㳙 䍯㨮㟶䎅㢔䤪䐃 䎅 㱤㨮䑳㭙䁽 䦽䎅㭙 䡱㳙䎅㢔䘫㭙䁽 䐃㨮䦽㳙 䐃䘫䦽䘫㐇䎅㢔䘫䍯䘫㳙䐃 䍯㨮 䟺䘫䁽㐇㳙㢔 䟒䎅㐇䦽㶭
㳙㭙㰻㳙䍯㐇㢔㱤
䎅㔈㢔㭙
㐇䦽䟒䎅䎅㕂
㨮䍯㢔㨮䦽㨨㳙䤪
㳙䲩䍯
㭙䘫
䤪䲩䎅
㨮䍯
㨮㬰㭙㨮㶭㐇㳙㐇
㬰㭙㨮㳙㐇㐇㨮
䟺䄖䄖䎅䍯
䄖㨮
㜚䘫䐃䦽䎅㭙䐃㨮
㳙䡱㳙㭙
䘫䎅䫝㳙㢔㨮䤪䍯㳙㭙
䎅䍯㕂㢔䤱䍯㭙䦽㳙㳙㨨
䲩䍯㳙
䥷㭙 㨮䍯䲩㳙㢔 㟶㨮㢔䤪䐃㕂 䲩㳙 㽺䑳䐃䍯 䲩䎅㨨㨨㳙㭙㳙䤪 䍯㨮 㢔㳙㨨㐇䎅㰻㳙 䍯䲩㳙 㥭㱤䐃䍯㳙㢔䘫㨮䑳䐃 㥭䎅㭙㕂 㶯䘫 䵣㨮㭙䁽㐒䘫䎅㭙䁽㕂 䡱㳙㰻䎅䑳䐃㳙 䲩㳙’䐃 䟺䘫䁽㐇㳙㢔 䟒䎅㐇䦽’䐃 㱤㨮䑳㭙䁽㳙㢔 䡱㢔㨮䍯䲩㳙㢔㶭
䊧㨨㨮㭙 䲩㳙䎅㢔䘫㭙䁽 䍯䲩㳙 㟶㨮㢔䤪䐃 䡱㳙䐃䘫䤪㳙 䲩䘫䦽㕂 䲩䘫䐃 䁽䎅䄛㳙㕂 㐇䘫㔈㳙 䲩䘫䐃 䡱㢔㨮䍯䲩㳙㢔’䐃㕂 㢔㳙䦽䎅䘫㭙㳙䤪 䘫㭙䤪䘫䄖䄖㳙㢔㳙㭙䍯㶭
㳙䲩
㭙㐇㰻䁽䎅䤪㳙
㳙㨨㐒㳙㰻㢔㭙㳙䘫㳙㶭
䍯䘫䲩㰲
㢔㱤䐃䎅㳙
㳙䍯䲩
㨮䄖
䍯䲩㳙
䄖㨮
㭙䎅䦽
䎅
㭙㳙䁲㳙䄖㱤䘫㟶䉪䍯䍯
㱤䍯㨨䘫㕂
䍯㟶䘫䲩
䲩䍯㭙䘫
㐇㳙㐇㨮㬰㭙㨮
䎅䍯
䍯㳙㭙㐒
㕂䲩䦽䘫
䡱㨮䎅㰻䍯䦽
㨮䍯
“㔏䲩䘫䐃 䘫䐃 㰻㳙㢔䍯䎅䘫㭙㐇㱤 䎅㭙 㮼䦽㨨㳙㢔㨮㢔 䍊㨮䤪㱤 䦽㳙㰻䲩䎅㶭㶭㶭”
“㔏䲩䘫䐃 䘫䐃 䤪㳙䄖䘫㭙䘫䍯㳙㐇㱤 䍯䲩㳙 㛦㢔㳙䎅䍯 䤱㳙䦽㨮㭙 㛦㨮䤪㶭㶭㶭”
㶭䑳㳙㰻䎅䐃”䍊”㶭㳙㶭
䏯 䁽㳙㭙䍯㐇㳙 䁲㨮䘫㰻㳙 䐃㨮䑳㭙䤪㳙䤪㕂 㥭㨮䐃䘫䡱䎅䘫 㥭㨮䑳㭙䍯䎅䘫㭙 䟺䘫䁽㐇㳙㢔 䟒䎅㐇䦽’䐃 㳙㐒㨨㢔㳙䐃䐃䘫㨮㭙 㢔㳙