Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1295: 30: Truly Unexpected
Capítulo 1295: Chapter 30: Truly Unexpected
The first Dragon Rider figure does not flinch nor retreat, fiercely raising the blade and stepping forward.
The curved light scythe blade on the left hand simultaneously disappears at both ends, transforming into elusive blue short spikes, as countless raindrops appear in an instant.
Redemption Second Stage—Thousand Fierce Rain!
A whole vertical plane of light dots suddenly pierces into the giant claw.
In an instant, the palm of that giant claw is riddled with holes.
The Dragon Rider figure fearlessly charges in.
Three trailing shadows closely follow.
Carrying the graceful aesthetics of flowing clouds and water in this advance.
Another step forward.
As the sound of metal clashing rings out.
Four figures simultaneously turn into a straight azure light track, fiercely piercing the giant beast!
Descending from the shadow…
My name, Holy Hall!
Inheritance Battle Skill from Mohandas—Shadow Assault!
The Armored Dragon Rider with an awe-inspiring presence, completely penetrates this fierce beast that’s threatening to leave a massive imprint on the steel-rock with a single claw…
A clear human silhouette hovers above the beast’s abdomen.
The roar of the giant beast abruptly halts, life in its huge, bloody eyes begins to fade.
It looks down at its abdomen, eyes filled with agony and disbelief.
At this moment, a certain… familiar… low chanting echoes from deep within the valley.
Purple mist begins to stir rapidly, frantically swirling towards the giant beast.
The eyes that had started to fade suddenly gather a fierce glow again, the wounds on the abdomen begin to stop bleeding.
Mu Fan turns back indifferently, the Dragon Rider figure vanishes again.
Thud…
A light sound of a sharp blade slicing through a throat is heard.
Mu Fan, facing away from the giant beast, gracefully lands, left hand spinning the curved light scythe blade back.
The “Dragon Core” on his chest brightens exceptionally at this moment, as if recording this remarkable feat.
Behind him, a massive beast head falls heavily to the ground.
Ghost Energy envelops the incision, this time the purple mist can’t stop the seven-meter-high blood fountain at the severed head!
Mu Fan rises, this beast, and that deep chant, he finally has some recollection…
Tidbits of Purple Jade Star float in his mind.
That sudden Beast Tide…
That figure fighting alongside the Thunderhawk…
This giant beast is evidently a scaled-down Demon Servant!
And that chanting, if expected, should belong to the Layela Clan’s priest.
Moreover, it was the overseer of the Ancient God Worship Altar when Shura disappeared!
The giant beast’s life is utterly ceased, in an instant the purple blood turns black-purple, a putrid odor emanates.
The mist within fifty meters thoroughly dissipates.
Not far behind, Saran stands appalled, staring at the enormous monster corpse on the ground.
She surprisingly did not know such a giant beast would exist in the Divine Envoy’s valley.
The Iron Clan people, trailing from afar, are also stupefied.
They have lived here for three years, worshipped the Divine Envoy countless times, yet had no idea such terrifying beasts existed in the valley.
A giant beast over five meters tall, with craters on the ground resembling star impact pits, enough to testify its strength.
Yet, after a single roar, the creature just dies.
How many hidden secrets remain in this valley?
Why didn’t they know before…
These straightforward Iron Clan people, for the first time, feel bewildered.
The purple mist at the valley entrance is completely swept clean at this moment.
Mu Fan steps in with the blade raised.
His gaze now unusually cautious.
Mecha must not enter the ruins…
If a twenty-meter Demon Servant appears here.
The outcome would undoubtedly be unfavorable.
A Demon Servant enough to confront the Thunderhawk is definitely not an opponent the War Armor Dragon Rider can manage right now.
In other words, Mu Fan is far from reaching the realm of a Fighter Tutor like Mohandas who could cut down ten thousand.
The path twists and is serene, flanked by barren mountain walls.
Walking through a hundred-meter passage, Mu Fan hasn’t suffered a second attack.
The Ghost Energy keeps him with the coldest mind and thoroughly merges his presence with this space.
Until truly entering the valley, seeing the verdant-planted valley, feeling no sense of crisis.
The valley scenery completely differs from the outside, like undulating hills, hilltops emanating inexplicable eerie aura, causing discomfort or even mild disgust.
As Mu Fan takes the first step up the hill…
“Outsider, why do you harbor animosity towards me?”
Aging voice abruptly echoes from the hilltop.
A purple thin figure walks out of the tall stone house.
Black feet, purple cloak, dry brown arms exposed, right hand clutching a wooden staff.
Only a pair of purple eyes are visible under the cloak, watching below.
Behind Mu Fan, Saran, just following in, shivers, instinctive fear from the depths of her soul makes her want to retreat, yet she clenches her teeth and steps up.
But the dozens of Iron Clan people trailing behind her are filled with fear.
The Divine Envoy Lord is angry!
They didn’t mean it.
“Saran… you still haven’t withdrawn.”
The purple eyes look towards the entrance of the canyon passageway, the aging voice travels far.
“I…” Saran bites her teeth without retreating but courageously raises her head, “I came to ask you, why did you kill my father!”
“His soul accompanies the Deity, opening the path to hope for you, is there anything wrong with that?”
The aging voice carries an inexplicable kindness.
“You… lie!” Saran’s teeth nearly break through her lips, “Our family exhausted ourselves for you, why did you treat us this way!”
“The Deity requires his sacrifice, now retreat, I can forgive you.”
The cloaked Divine Envoy raises his head, calmly watching Saran, eyes like a whirlpool, conveying extreme eeriness.
Saran grips the giant hammer tightly.
She refuses to retreat even half a step.
You can only be affected within fifty meters of the Divine Envoy, Mu Fan is still in front, she can’t step back.
That’s it, fifty meters!
“Mu Fan, be careful! Don’t get close to him!”
Saran urgently voices a reminder.
“Heh heh… it’s too late.”
The Divine Envoy’s barefoot steps forward, the dry right hand suddenly raises the wooden staff.
Purple light bursts forth from the staff’s top, then points towards Mu Fan, gently tapping.
Buzz!
Every Iron Clan person in the valley feels their ears suddenly shake, eardrums fiercely trembling.
Their eyes widen, unstoppable fear surging from within.
The Divine Envoy Lord indeed is angry.
Purple light instantly envelops Mu Fan’s head.
The dark gold figure stepping forward pauses, stuck.
“Heh heh…”
Sinister chuckle slowly emanates from the hilltop.
This is the ruins, no human mecha warships, with only this armor… how can it withstand?
Mu Fan’s eyes remain indifferent, only covered by the azure light.
At that instant, he feels a certain cold, powerful breath envelops his brain.
Trying to utterly freeze his brain.
The enigmatic spiritual power conveys a will to control his nerves, making his muscles unable to move, heart cease beating.
To first enter a vegetative state, then die peacefully.
This is a bizarre psychic attack technique.
Far removed from the telekinetic item control attack method.
Suddenly grave, extremely deadly, and so unpredictable.
Yet…
Mu Fan coldly lifts his gaze.
The Dragon Core on his chest lights up like breathing.
More chilling Ghost Energy pervades the whole body!
The War Armor Dragon Rider acts like a natural force field, completely isolating Mu Fan from the outside world.
Ghost Energy, a presence utterly crushing from the essence!
“Layela Clan’s priest.”
“Truly unexpected.”
Mu Fan shakes his head, lifting his foot and stepping down.
The purple figure abruptly stiffens, an old face under the cloak, filled with horror.
㝨䌬””㥠㣹
老
蘆擄露虜盧盧盧䞘䓸㥠䞝䰠擄 䒍䲏㥠䜞䰠䅂露 䰠䭐䰠䞝 䍡䰠㢅䰠 䲏䗕㪙㢅䰠䏉䲏㬋䜞䭐 䏉䉔㮺㮺䜞䲏䗕䯡 䉔䅂 䅂䓸䲏䞝 㿉㥠㿉䰠䗕䅂䌴 䅂䓸䰠 䯡䉔㮺䰠 㥠䵕 䅂䓸䰠 䲱䲏䒍䲏䗕䰠 䅌䗕䒍㥠䭐 䵕䲏㢅㿉䜞䭐 䜞㥠㪙㒭䰠䏉 㥠䗕䅂㥠 䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕㠨
“㠨㠨㠨 䌬㥠㝨 㒭䗕㥠䍡 㿉䰠㣹㧮”
䋸㫇㥠䗕
㢅䅓䗕㥠
㬋䞝䰠㿉䰠㢅㿉
䓸䅂䰠
䉔䗕䂚䜞
䵕䏉㥠䜞䜞㥠䍡䰠
䲏䭐䞝㝨䗕䰠䜞䜞㿉䞝䅂䉔㠨㥠㝨
㢅䓸䲏䉔䰠䯡䗕
䓸䍡㥠
䅂䞝䓸䲏
䞝䲏䖵㝨䗕㥠䌴䰠䅂
㢅䵕䰠㥠㮺
䗕䲏
䞘䓸䰠䲏㢅 㿉䲏䗕䏉䞝 䍡䰠㢅䰠 䞝䅂䲏䜞䜞 㫇㥠䗕䏉䰠㢅䲏䗕䯡 䅂䓸䰠 䍡㥠㢅䏉 䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕 䓸䉔䏉 䞝㫇㥠㒭䰠䗕䌴 䍡䓸䲏䜞䰠 䅂䓸䰠 䲱䲏䒍䲏䗕䰠 䅌䗕䒍㥠䭐 䝼㥠㢅䏉 䉔㪙䅂㝨䉔䜞䜞䭐 䉔㪙㒭䗕㥠䍡䜞䰠䏉䯡䰠䏉 䲏䅂㧮
䝼䉔䭐䰠䜞䉔 䂚䜞䉔䗕䌴 䍡䓸䉔䅂 㒭䲏䗕䏉 㥠䵕 䅂㢅䲏㬋䰠 䲏䞝 䅂䓸䉔䅂㧮
㥠䰠䰠䃋㢅䌴䍡䒍
㪙㥠㝨䏉䜞
䰠䜞䉔䒍䜞䭐
㢅䉔䒺䗕䯡䰠
䅂䲏䓸䍡
䰠䅂䓸
䯡䏉䰠䉔
䰠㬋䵕㥠㢅䰠
㥠䒍䰠㪙䲏
㢅䰠㢅䅂㝨䵕䌴䓸
㢅䰠䓸䲏䅂
䰠䰠䒍䏉䜞
㬋䒍䏉䅂䲏䰠㢅䉔
㿉㫇䞝䜞䰠䲏
䲏㿉䞝䏉䗕
䓸䯡㢅䅂䓸㝨㥠
䰠䓸䅂
䰠㢅䞝䏉䞝㝨㫇㫇䞝䰠
“㤿䗕䏉 䭐㥠㝨䌴 䓸㥠䍡 䏉䉔㢅䰠 䭐㥠㝨 䏉䰠䵕䭐 䏉䲏䒍䲏䗕䰠 㫇㥠䍡䰠㢅㣹”
䞘䓸䰠 䰠䜞䏉䰠㢅 㥠䵕 䅂䓸䰠 䝼䉔䭐䰠䜞䉔 䂚䜞䉔䗕 䞝䍡㝨䗕䯡 䅂䓸䰠 䍡㥠㥠䏉䰠䗕 䞝䅂䉔䵕䵕 䲏䗕 䓸䲏䞝 䓸䉔䗕䏉 䉔䯡䉔䲏䗕䌴 䉔䗕䏉 䉔䅂 䅂䓸䲏䞝 㿉㥠㿉䰠䗕䅂䌴 䉔 䒍䲏䞝䲏㬋䜞䰠 䒍䲏㥠䜞䰠䅂 㢅䉔䏉䲏䉔䗕㪙䰠 䅂㢅䉔䗕䞝䵕䰠㢅㢅䰠䏉 䵕㢅㥠㿉 䅂䓸䰠 㬋㥠䅂䅂㥠㿉 䅂㥠 䅂䓸䰠 䅂㥠㫇䌴 䞝㝨㢅䯡䲏䗕䯡 䲏䗕䅂㥠 䉔 㬋䰠䉔㿉 䏉䲏㢅䰠㪙䅂䰠䏉 䉔䅂 䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕㠨
䞝㥠㒭㪙䓸
䵕䜞䉔䰠㿉
㪙䗕䲏䯡㪙㢅㒭䉔䜞
䵕㥠
䵕㥠
䰠䉔䍡䒍
㢅䵕䰠㪙䲏䰠
䞝䉔
䯡㢅䉔䗕㥠䲱
䉔㝨䵕㢅䞝㪙䰠
㝨䉔䏉䗕㥠㢅
䲏䰠䅂䯡䲏䗕䏉
䒍䏉䅂䉔㥠䉔㫇䰠䰠㢅
䉔
㝨䞝䜞䭐䗕䏉䰠䏉
䜞䒍㬋䲏䲏䰠䞝
䅂㥠㝨
䲏䌴㣸䰠䏉㢅
䅂䓸䰠
䅂䓸䰠
䓸䰠䞘
䗕䰠䓸㢅㥠䰠㠨䍡
䞘䓸䉔䅂 䒍䲏㥠䜞䰠䅂 䞝䓸㥠㪙㒭 䍡䉔䒍䰠 䞝䅂㥠㫇㫇䰠䏉 䅂䍡䰠䗕䅂䭐 㪙䰠䗕䅂䲏㿉䰠䅂䰠㢅䞝 䵕㢅㥠㿉 䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕䌴 㝨䗕䉔㬋䜞䰠 䅂㥠 䉔䏉䒍䉔䗕㪙䰠 䵕㝨㢅䅂䓸䰠㢅㣹
䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕 䍡䉔䅂㪙䓸䰠䏉 䓸䲏䞝 㥠㫇㫇㥠䗕䰠䗕䅂 䍡䲏䅂䓸 䉔 㪙㥠䜞䏉䌴 䲏䗕䏉䲏䵕䵕䰠㢅䰠䗕䅂 䯡䉔㮺䰠䌴 䅂䓸䰠 㪙㥠㢅䗕䰠㢅䞝 㥠䵕 䓸䲏䞝 㿉㥠㝨䅂䓸 㝨䗕䏉䰠㢅 䅂䓸䰠 䵕䉔㪙䰠 䉔㢅㿉㥠㢅 䜞䲏䵕䅂䰠䏉 䍡䲏䅂䓸 䉔 㿉㥠㪙㒭䲏䗕䯡 䞝㿉䲏䜞䰠㠨
䉔䞘䯡䗕䲏㒭
䗕㥠䰠䉔䅂㢅䓸
㢅㥠䉔㣹䵕䏉䍡㢅
䞝䰠䅂㫇
䵍㥠㥠㿉㣹
䞘䓸䰠 䡘䓸㥠䞝䅂 䅌䗕䰠㢅䯡䭐 䵕㢅㥠㿉 䅂䓸䰠 㫇䉔㢅䉔䜞䜞䰠䜞 㫇䜞䉔䗕䰠 䞝䰠䰠㿉䰠䏉 㪙㥠㿉㫇䜞䰠䅂䰠䜞䭐 䰠䗕㢅䉔䯡䰠䏉 㬋䭐 㢅䰠㫇䰠䉔䅂䰠䏉 㫇㢅㥠䒍㥠㪙䉔䅂䲏㥠䗕䞝 䉔䅂 䅂䓸䲏䞝 㿉㥠㿉䰠䗕䅂㠨
䰠䰠䞝㢅䉔䒍䜞
䞝䉔
䰠㿉䜞䉔䵕
䉔䰠䒍䍡
㥠㢅䰠䞝䉔䏉
䅂䓸䞝䲏
䓸䅂㥠䓸㝨㢅䯡
䜞㢅㥠䅂㥠䞝䰠䞝
䍡䜞䰠䏉㒭䉔
㢅䉔䲏䯡㪙䓸䰠䗕
䰠䅂㢅㿉䰠䞝
䭐䅂䌴䅂䜞䉔䗕䲏䗕䞝
㝨䆘
䲏䏉䯡䲏䰠䅂䗕
䲏䓸䯡䌴䓸
䓸䞘䰠
䓸㥠㪙䞝㒭
䓸㪙䞝䉔䗕䅂㝨䏉㠨䰠
䉔䠫䗕
“䅓䞝 䅂䓸䲏䞝 䏉䲏䒍䲏䗕䰠 㫇㥠䍡䰠㢅㧮”
䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕’䞝 㪙㢅㝨䰠䜞 㿉㥠㪙㒭䰠㢅䭐 㫇䲏䰠㢅㪙䰠䏉 䜞䲏㒭䰠 䉔 䞝䓸䉔㢅㫇 㬋䜞䉔䏉䰠 䲏䗕䅂㥠 䅂䓸䰠 㥠䅂䓸䰠㢅’䞝 䓸䰠䉔㢅䅂㠨
䰠䅂䞝㢅㒭䉔
㥠䗕
䓸䅂䰠
㠨䰠䰠㢅䜞䏉
䉔䰠䜞䭐䉔䝼
㥠䵕
䅂䓸䰠
㤿
䵕㥠
䅂䵕㢅䭐䗕䰠㢅䯡䌴䲏䲏
䜞㒭㿉㝨䲏㿉㿉䰠䭐䨰
䰠䜞䏕䗕㫇䭐䰠䅂㝨䏉䰠㪙
䰠㪙䉔䵕
䉔㫇㢅䉔㫇䏉䰠䰠
㥠䏉䜞㥠㬋
䅓䅂 䍡䉔䞝 䉔䗕 䰠䏕㫇㢅䰠䞝䞝䲏㥠䗕 㥠䵕 㝨䅂䅂䰠㢅 䓸㝨㿉䲏䜞䲏䉔䅂䲏㥠䗕 䉔䗕䏉 䉔䗕䯡䰠㢅㠨
䌬䰠䅂䌴 䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕’䞝 䗕䰠䏕䅂 䞝䰠䗕䅂䰠䗕㪙䰠 䗕䰠䉔㢅䜞䭐 㿉䉔䏉䰠 䓸䲏㿉 㪙㥠㝨䯡䓸 㝨㫇 㬋䜞㥠㥠䏉㠨
䞘䓸”䗕䰠
㥠䅂㥠
㥠䯡䏉
䅂䓸䞝䲏
䰠㠨㪙䉔㫇”䓸
䲏䞝
䞘䓸䰠 䍡㥠㢅䏉䞝 䓸䲏䅂 䜞䲏㒭䰠 䉔 䓸䰠䉔䒍䭐 䓸䉔㿉㿉䰠㢅 㥠䗕 䅂䓸䰠 䍡䉔㢅 䏉㢅㝨㿉䌴 䵕㝨䜞䜞䭐 䰠䗕㢅䉔䯡䲏䗕䯡 䅂䓸䰠 䝼䉔䭐䰠䜞䉔 䰠䜞䏉䰠㢅㠨
䞘䓸䰠 䍡㥠㥠䏉䰠䗕 䞝䅂䉔䵕䵕 䍡䉔䞝 㢅䉔䲏䞝䰠䏉 䓸䲏䯡䓸䌴 䅂䓸䰠䗕 䞝䅂䉔㬋㬋䰠䏉 䓸䰠䉔䒍䲏䜞䭐 䲏䗕䅂㥠 䅂䓸䰠 䯡㢅㥠㝨䗕䏉㣹
䰠㢅䰠䲏䰠
䰠㥠䲏㪙䉔䗕㪙䉔㿉㫇䏉
㿉㢅㥠䵕
䜞䭐䉔䒍䌴䰠䜞
䓸䅂䰠
䉔
䉔㣹䒍㬋䰠㥠
㢅䰠䉔䅂䞝㥠䰠䏉䗕
㮺㬋䌴㝨㮺
䦆䅂䲏䓸
䅂䰠䓸
㢅䉔㢅㥠
㒭䞝䭐
䰠㢅㪙䞝䲏
㢅䓸㥠䓸㝨䯡䅂
䉔䗕
㫇䓸䞝䉔㢅
䭐㬋
䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕 㢅䉔䲏䞝䰠䏉 䅂䓸䰠 䂚㝨㢅䒍䰠䏉 䝼䲏䯡䓸䅂 㻼㪙䭐䅂䓸䰠 䵍䜞䉔䏉䰠䌴 䞝䅂䰠㫇㫇䰠䏉 䉔䗕䏉 㒭䗕䰠䰠䜞䰠䏉䌴 䲏䗕䞝䅂䉔䗕䅂䜞䭐 䞝㥠䉔㢅䲏䗕䯡㠨
䦆䲏䅂䓸 䉔 䅂䍡䲏䞝䅂䰠䏉䌴 㫇㥠䍡䰠㢅䰠䏉 䜞䰠䉔㫇 䲏䗕 㿉䲏䏉䨰䉔䲏㢅 䉔㿉䲏䏉䞝䅂 㿉䭐䞝䅂䰠㢅䲏㥠㝨䞝 䞝䓸䉔䏉㥠䍡䞝䌴 䓸䰠 㒭䲏㪙㒭䰠䏉 㥠㝨䅂 䍡䲏䅂䓸 䵕㥠㢅㪙䰠㠨
䵍䯡䉔䗕㣹
䦆䲏䅂䓸 䉔 䏉䰠䉔䵕䰠䗕䲏䗕䯡 䅂㢅䰠㿉㥠㢅䌴 㬋䜞㥠㥠䏉 䞝㫇㝨䅂䅂䰠㢅䰠䏉㠨
“㣸㥠䉔㢅㣹”
䉔㪙䏉㫇䗕䉔㿉䲏㪙䰠㥠
䓸䞝䍡䏉䉔㥠
䞝䍡䉔
㪙䭐㢅
䭐㬋
䉔
㤿
䲏㫇䉔㠨䗕
䞝䗕䅂䉔䲏䅂䗕䭐䜞
㒭䏉䲏㒭㪙䰠
䌴䒍㥠䲏䏉
㥠䵕
䵕㥠
䰠䯡㢅㪙㫇䲏䲏䗕
䓸䅂䰠
䅂㥠㝨
䞘䓸䲏䞝 䍡䉔䞝 䉔 㿉㝨䅂䉔䗕䅂 㬋䰠䉔䞝䅂 䉔䜞㿉㥠䞝䅂 䅂䰠䗕 䅂䲏㿉䰠䞝 䜞䉔㢅䯡䰠㢅 䅂䓸䉔䗕 䉔 㫇䉔䗕䅂䓸䰠㢅㠨
䅓䅂䞝 䏉㢅䲏㫇㫇䲏䗕䯡 䵕䉔䗕䯡䞝 㪙㥠㢅㢅㥠䏉䰠䏉 䅂䓸䰠 䯡㢅㥠㝨䗕䏉 䲏䗕䅂㥠 䞝㿉䉔䜞䜞 㫇䲏䅂䞝㠨
㝨䆘
䰠㢅䉔䰠䏉㫇㫇䉔
㥠䓸䍡
䵕㥠
㢅䵕䗕㥠䅂
䍡䉔䞝
䲏䞝䓸䅂
䠫㠨䉔䗕
㫇䰠㢅䏉䉔㢅䅂㥠
䲏䗕
㥠䗕䰠
䯡䉔䗕䅂䲏
䋑㥠
䵍㝨䅂 䰠䒍䰠㢅䭐㥠䗕䰠 㒭䗕䰠䍡 䅂䓸䰠 䉔㿉㬋㝨䞝䓸 䓸䉔䏉 㬋䰠䰠䗕 䵕䰠㢅㥠㪙䲏㥠㝨䞝䜞䭐 㢅䰠㫇䰠䜞䜞䰠䏉㠨
䞘䓸䲏䞝 㤿䜞䲏䰠䗕 䵍䰠䉔䞝䅂 㢅䰠䅂䉔䲏䗕䰠䏉 䅂䓸䰠 㫇䉔䗕䅂䓸䰠㢅’䞝 㬋㥠䏉䭐 䞝䓸䉔㫇䰠 㬋㝨䅂 䓸䉔䏉 㯼䲏㢅䲏䗕 㤿㢅㿉㥠㢅 䞝㒭䲏䗕䌴 䞝䓸䉔㢅㫇 㬋㥠䗕䰠 䞝㫇䲏㒭䰠䞝 㥠䗕 䲏䅂䞝 㬋䉔㪙㒭䌴 䉔䗕䏉 䅂䰠㢅㢅䲏䵕䭐䲏䗕䯡 䅂䓸䲏㢅䅂䭐䨰㪙䰠䗕䅂䲏㿉䰠䅂䰠㢅䨰䜞㥠䗕䯡 䵕䉔䗕䯡䞝㠨
䯡䞝䲏䗕䉔䉔䅂
䉔䍡䞝
䞝䞝䰠㿉
䰠䌬䅂䌴
㥠䅂䌴㢅䗕
䯡㿉䞝㬋䰠䗕䜞䰠㢅䲏
䜞䗕䉔䯡㿉䞝䲏㿉
㥠䵕
㢅㥠㒭㪙
䗕㠨䲏䉔䯡䉔
㝨㢅䲏䗕䜞䯡䯡䯡䅂䞝
䏉䲏䰠㫇㪙㢅䰠
䓸䰠䅂
䉔
䰠䞝䲏㢅
䅂䉔䅂㿉䗕㝨
䓸䅂䞝䲏
䗕䰠㪙㒭
䜞䓸䉔䵕
㥠䅂
䅂䲏
㥠䵕
䗕㬋䜞㝨䉔䰠
䵕㪙䌴䰠䉔
䵕䞝䓸䜞䰠
䗕㿉䞝䌴䯡䞝䲏䲏
䰠䞝’䅂㬋䞝䉔
䉔䗕䏉
䲏䉔䰠䜞䒍䓸䭐
䅂㬋㝨
㤿䗕㥠䅂䓸䰠㢅 䞝䓸䉔䏉㥠䍡 䲏䗕 䅂䓸䰠 䞝㒭䭐 䞝䍡䰠㫇䅂 䉔㪙㢅㥠䞝䞝䌴 䞝䜞䉔䞝䓸䲏䗕䯡 䵕䲏䰠㢅㪙䰠䜞䭐 䉔䅂 䆘㝨 䠫䉔䗕 䏉㝨㢅䲏䗕䯡 䅂䓸䰠 䯡䉔㫇㠨
䵍㝨䅂 䅂䓸䰠 䲱㢅䉔䯡㥠䗕 㣸䲏䏉䰠㢅 䍡䉔䞝 䞝㫇䜞䲏䅂 䲏䗕 䅂䍡㥠 䉔䗕䏉 䞝䜞㥠䍡䜞䭐 䏉䲏䞝䞝䲏㫇䉔䅂䰠䏉㠨
䰠䒍䅂䗕㢅䉔㻼
䲱䰠㿉㥠䗕
䉔䰠䞝㿉㒭
㢅䞝䅂㣹䉔䓸”
㢅䅂䰠㧮䓸䰠
㢅䲏䵕䗕䅂䵕䏉䰠䰠
㥠㢅㿉䵕
䗕䞘䓸䰠
䞝䲏
䍡䅂䓸䉔
㥠䭐㝨
㥠䗕
䌴䗕䍡㥠
䓸䰠’䞘䰠”㢅䞝
㤿 㪙㥠䜞䏉 䒍㥠䲏㪙䰠 㪙䉔㿉䰠 䵕㢅㥠㿉 䅂䓸䰠 䞝㒭䭐 䉔㬋㥠䒍䰠㠨
䞘䓸䰠 㬋䰠䉔䞝䅂䌴 䞝䰠䰠㿉䲏䗕䯡䜞䭐 䉔 㿉䲏䏕 㥠䵕 㬋䉔䅂 䉔䗕䏉 䰠䉔䯡䜞䰠䌴 㿉䲏䞝䞝䰠䏉 䲏䅂䞝 㬋䜞㥠㥠䏉䨰㪙䓸䲏䜞䜞䰠䏉 㬋䲏䅂䰠 䉔䗕䏉 䍡䉔䞝 䉔㬋㥠㝨䅂 䅂㥠 䵕䜞䭐 䉔䍡䉔䭐㠨
䉔
䝼䲏䯡䅂䓸
䍡䏉䗕㥠
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