Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1338: 73: You Thought I… Was Just the Holy Hall?
Capítulo 1338: Chapter 73: You Thought I… Was Just the Holy Hall?
At this moment, Alfonso’s breathing was heavy, and even though he was hunched over, Mu Fan still needed to look up at this majestic War General.
He didn’t respond to the other, but instead gazed indifferently at Alfonso, watching as the green War Armor on his body began to gradually dim.
Who am I?
There was a flicker of mockery in Mu Fan’s eyes.
“Why should I answer you?”
From behind the cold Face Armor, Mu Fan’s indifferent words instantly silenced the entire scene!
Visibly, Alfonso’s fierce face turned directly blue and purple.
He never expected to hear such words.
The other tentacle at the back of his head had already begun to slowly dissolve!
Alfonso’s peripheral vision glanced at the Warship atop the altar.
As long as I get inside, as long as I get inside!
With the Warship’s Armor, here in the Divine River Domain, the restriction on Energy Weapons would allow him to stay inside until his injuries healed.
Once Prince Ambrose arrived, he would surely avenge me.
Surely—
He couldn’t die!
He didn’t want to die!
Alfonso’s gaze suddenly lifted, a resolute viciousness flashing across.
He raised both arms high.
In his palms, a dense layer of green light began to rise, like a giant stone growing thicker, yet his entire Armor began to slowly dissipate.
The powerful pressure emerged suddenly in the scene, nobody expected Alfonso, seemingly trapped in a beast-lair, to suddenly rise in power once again.
Mu Fan’s step paused, the Curved Light Scythe Blade slowly lifted.
“Die!—”
Alfonso forcefully pressed down!
The “green giant stone” instantly shattered, plunging into the ground, a piercing screech echoing in everyone’s ears.
But this was merely a deception in Alfonso’s desperate attack.
Crackling!
In that moment, countless earth spikes within a ten-meter radius broke through the soil.
As if reenacting the scene of encountering the Zeg Clan Lurker.
But this time, the spikes were glowing with a green light from wood vines!
Countless stone slabs shattered.
A violent explosion of green light erupted!
Dense blue sparks erupted in front of Mu Fan instantly.
Meanwhile, Alfonso’s feet heavily hit the ground, his whole being becoming a shadow rushing towards the altar.
The War General Alfonso was fleeing during battle!
Mu Fan’s gaze was cold, Ghost Energy surged violently into his legs.
His figure twisted instantly, flipping back, concealed within the air.
With a thud, the figure appeared.
Mu Fan knelt with each leg half-stretched on the ground, watching Alfonso’s silhouette climbing the altar in an instant.
His heart, in high load at that moment… contracted heavily.
More than quadruple the blood volume pressed throughout his body.
The bluish glimmer could no longer hide the deep red in Mu Fan’s pupils.
It was the beginning of raging blood.
In that instant, Mu Fan’s cells seemed thoroughly activated by some information.
All dormant cells instantly woke up.
The heart compressed to only a quarter of its original size.
Rhythmic drumming echoes loudly in his chest.
Mu Fan’s muscles swelled extensively by almost half.
An aura like a prehistoric T-Rex rose from the kneeling figure.
That most turbulent and tyrannical battle intent, opposite to the previous ghostly cold Ghost Energy.
Alfonso abruptly turned his head, just in time to see Mu Fan standing up with blood-red eyes.
“You think… I’m merely… a Holy Hall…”
The chilling voice echoed throughout the scene.
Beneath the starry sky, I am invincible.
My glory was always mine, my name—
Aga, Shura!
The right foot slammed to the ground.
BOOM!!
Like an explosion on the spot, the stone slab under Mu Fan pulverized instantly.
Without any hint of spatial distortion.
In that moment of stone powder rising.
Mu Fan vanished entirely from everyone’s sight.
It wasn’t that his Cloaking ability got stronger, rather…
His speed at this moment surpassed the limits of everyone’s vision and comprehension.
Alfonso’s pupils narrowed to pinpoints for the first time, his body still suspended mid-air.
A pair of fierce, tyrannical blood-red eyes appeared within thirty centimeters of his view.
Roaring winds unexpectedly scored his body at that moment.
That icy voice seemed to softly whisper by his ear.
“Blessed… Emancipation.”
The left hand thrust forward.
Mu Fan crashed into Alfonso’s chest abruptly.
As if slammed by a missile in mid-air.
Alfonso’s already extreme speed transformed into a green light shooting towards the Warship.
At that moment, it sounded as if thunder echoed by.
The entire altar trembled lightly.
The Armor across Alfonso’s body pulverized, sprayed nearly ten meters high.
The micro-warship’s hull was indeed rigid.
Such an impact didn’t deform it.
Therefore…
All kinetic energy absorbed entirely by Alfonso.
Entire skeletal structure shattered.
Entire Armor shattered.
Chest collapsed.
The last thread of life held him upright to look downward, a gaping maw incapable of closure, no sound emerging from his throat.
A dark-golden palm deeply embedded into his chest, gently drawing back.
A head-sized heart in the palm, covered in green plasma.
Alfonso’s eyes flickered with despair… in that instant… regret dawned first.
Without instantaneous invisibility, without Ghost Energy Blade.
Using nearly double his physical limits in speed, a punch obliterated all his pride.
He… truly from the Dark Holy Hall?
In that moment of thought rising, Mu Fan’s palm curled fingers like blades, fiercely clutching.
BAM!
That heart imploded out of nowhere.
Green plasma splattered across the ship’s surface.
Mu Fan placed his palm on the opponent’s face, wiping casually.
“I said I’d kill you.”
“You won’t live even if you don’t die.”
The other tentacle behind Alfonso’s head withered instantly.
His gaze held boundless regret and terror.
Lips parted wide seemingly wanting to say something, but life in his eyes had thoroughly dissipated.
His body seemed like melting clay, transforming into brown viscous fluid sliding slowly down the ship’s surface.
The entire Snow Clan square fell utterly silent.
Those Snow Guards just recovered from Alfonso’s Spirit impact, their faces wooden.
Because this scene was more shocking than the earlier Spirit impact.
They weren’t here to welcome a Divine Envoy.
The Great Elder said the Snow Clan would usher a new life from now.
Yet now the Divine Envoy’s heart burst apart, not even a bone remained.
With their lifelong fought-for goal suddenly gone, they plunged into inescapable confusion.
“You… killed… the Divine Envoy!”
“You severed my Snow Clan’s hope for alliance with the Forest Domain!”
Lu Hua’s sturdy form at this moment surged with monumental wrath.
This hundred thirty-year-old elder erupted with a presence perfectly matching Alfonso’s.
He pointed single-handedly at Mu Fan, voice icy!
“The Divine Son is about to arrive, you placed my Snow Clan in dire straits, today… I shall offer you to the heavens!”
The Great Clan Elder Lu Hua lifted his left hand high.
The Crystal Scepter in the center of the altar exploded out, a shadow drawn lands into Lu Hua’s palm.
Slammed heavily downwards!
BOOM—
Earth Tremor.
擄
盧
䭐䐄㼁䭐䀄䰤䟎䋖䘣䔀㝉䮢
䭐㒤㫅䮢䙢㮫䰤
老
蘆魯蘆路盧擄䮇㷷䀄 䘣㒤㗘䙢䰤䭐㻁爐 䰤䀄㗘䙢㝉㪰 䔵’㫽 䮢䭐䙢㦖㦖㝉 䐄䀄䰤 䦟䐄 䰤㫅䭐 䮢䦟㾊㫅䰤 㻁䰤䙢䰤䭐 䙢䐄㗘 䐄䭐䭐㗘 㻁䀄㫽䭐 䙢㗘䒣䘣㻁䰤㫽䭐䐄䰤㞪 䔵’㦖㦖 㫽䙢䲒䭐 䘣㒤 䁫䀄䮢 䦟䰤 䭐䙢䮢㦖㝉 䰤䀄㫽䀄䮢䮢䀄䎈㪰 䙢㒤䀄㦖䀄㾊䦟䭐㻁㞪㴒
䐺䐺䐺
䐄䀄䭐
䘣㗀
䐄㫽䰤䭐㪰㫽䀄
䭐㫅䰤
䰤䙢
䐄䦟
䘣㔔䙢
䮢䭐䳾䰤䙢
䮢䭐㑟㦖㗘
䙢䐄㮫㦖
䰤䭐䭐㒤䪪䚴䭐㗘
㒤䘣䭐䰤䮢
䰤䰤㫅䙢
䙢㞪㫽䐄䐄䭐䮢
㦖䦟㻁䰤㦖
㫅䰤㻁䦟
䀄㷷
䀄䪪㦖㗘䘣
㫅䪪䘣㻁
㨈䦟䰤㫅 䙢 䰤䮢䭐㫽䀄䮢㪰 䰤㫅䭐 䪪䦟䮢䪪㦖䭐 䀄䁫 㒤䙢䰤䰤䭐䮢䐄㻁 㟃䭐㦖䀄䎈 䰤㫅䭐 䙢㦖䰤䙢䮢 㦖䦟䰤 䘣㒤㪰 䭐䐄䪪㦖䀄㻁䦟䐄㾊 䰤㫅䭐 䭐䐄䰤䦟䮢䭐 䙢㦖䰤䙢䮢㞪
䛕㫅䭐 䟎䭐㼁䭐䐄 㑟㦖㗘䭐䮢㻁 䙢䐄㗘 䙢㦖㦖 䰤㫅䭐 㫽䭐㫽㟃䭐䮢㻁 䀄䁫 䰤㫅䭐 䟎䐄䀄䎈 㮫㦖䙢䐄 䎈䭐䮢䭐 䪪䀄㫽㒤㦖䭐䰤䭐㦖㝉 䦟㻁䀄㦖䙢䰤䭐㗘 䀄䘣䰤㻁䦟㗘䭐 䰤㫅䭐 㟃䙢䮢䮢䦟䭐䮢㛾
䘣䚀
㻁䙢䦟㫅㪰㒤䮢䎈
㫅䦟䐄䎈䦟䰤
㫅䦟䎈䰤
䰤㠧䘣
㻁䙢䎈
㾊㦖䐄䙢䀄
䋖㪰䐄䙢
㫅䰤䭐
䲒䭐㦖䀄䪪㗘
䮢䦟䭐䙢䮢㟃㞪䮢
䭐䰤㫅
“䳾䮢䭐䙢䰤 㮫㦖䙢䐄 㑟㦖㗘䭐䮢䭹”
䟎䭐㼁䭐䮢䙢㦖 䭐㦖㗘䭐䮢㻁 㦖䀄䀄䲒䭐㗘 䙢䰤 㗀䘣 㔔䘣䙢㞪
䰤䙢
䐄㞪㞪䀄㻁䦟㞪䰤䀄㫽㻁䭐㦖
㻁䐄䦟㝉㻁㒤䘣䮢䦟䮢㾊㦖
㫅䭐㝉䰤
㫅䰤䭐
䘣䰤㟃
䀄䰤䐄
䪪䰤䭐䮢䭐䐄
䭐䦟䎈䀄䮢䐄䰤㾊
㒤㒤㦖䭐䀄䭐
䮢䘣䭐䦟㾊䁫
㻁䭐䭐
䮢䚀䭐䀄
㦖䰤䮢䙢䙢㪰
䁫䀄
䲒㦖㗘䭐䀄䀄
䙢䰤
㦖㗘䘣䪪䀄
䙢䰤㦖䮢㞪䙢㞪㞪
䰤㫅䭐
㫅䰤䭐
䭐䰤㫅
㕌䰤 䰤㫅䦟㻁 㫽䀄㫽䭐䐄䰤㪰 䚀䘣 䋖䙢䐄 䎈䙢㻁 䦟䐄 䙢䐄 䭐䚴䰤䮢䭐㫽䭐㦖㝉 㟃䦟㦋䙢䮢䮢䭐 㻁䰤䙢䰤䭐㪰 䎈䦟䰤㫅 䰤㫅䭐 䣸䮢䙢㾊䀄䐄 㮫䀄䮢䭐 㗘䮢䙢䎈䦟䐄㾊 䭐䐄䭐䮢㾊㝉 䁫䮢䀄㫽 㫅䦟㻁 㫅䭐䙢䮢䰤㪰 䙢䐄㗘 䰤㫅䭐 䁫䙢㗘䦟䐄㾊 㟃㦖䀄䀄㗘 㫅䘣䭐 䦟䐄 㫅䦟㻁 䭐㝉䭐㻁 㟃䭐㾊䙢䐄 䰤䀄 㻁䭐䐄㗘 䙢 㗘䀄䘣㟃㦖䭐㗘 䁫䭐䭐㦖䦟䐄㾊 䀄䁫 㫅䘣䐄㾊䭐䮢 䰤㫅䮢䀄䘣㾊㫅䀄䘣䰤 㫅䦟㻁 㟃䀄㗘㝉㞪
䔵䐄 䀄䰤㫅䭐䮢 䎈䀄䮢㗘㻁㪰 㫅䭐 㻁㫅䀄䘣㦖㗘 㫅䙢㼁䭐 㟃䭐䭐䐄 䦟䐄 䙢 䎈䭐䙢䲒䭐䐄䭐㗘 㻁䰤䙢䰤䭐 䙢䁫䰤䭐䮢 䙢 㟃䘣䮢㻁䰤㞪
䘣㞪㠧䰤㞪㞪
䐄㒤䭐㒤䙢㫅㞪
䙢䎈㫅䰤
䰤㻁㫅䦟
䙢㻁䎈
䭐㫽㝉㦖䭐䮢
䭐㦖䮢㦖䀄䪪䭐㫅䦟䰤䙢䰤㝉
䀄䰤
䎈㻁䙢
㒤㻁䭐㒤㻁㗘䘣䀄
䔵䁫 䦟䰤 䎈䭐䮢䭐 䒣䘣㻁䰤 䰤㫅䦟㻁㪰 䦟䰤 䎈䀄䘣㦖㗘䐄’䰤 㟃䭐 㗘䭐㻁䪪䮢䦟㟃䭐㗘 䙢㻁 㟃䦟㦋䙢䮢䮢䭐㞪
䚀䘣 䋖䙢䐄 㟃㦖䙢䐄䲒㦖㝉 䮢䙢䦟㻁䭐㗘 㫅䦟㻁 䮢䦟㾊㫅䰤 㫅䙢䐄㗘 䦟䐄 䁫䮢䀄䐄䰤 䀄䁫 㫅䦟㻁 䭐㝉䭐㻁㪰 㻁䭐䭐䦟䐄㾊 䰤㫅䭐 䭐䐄䰤䦟䮢䭐 㒤䙢㦖㫽 䐄䀄䎈 䮢䭐䐄㗘䭐䮢䭐㗘 䙢 㻁㫅䙢㗘䭐 䀄䁫 䪪㝉䙢䐄㪰 䙢㻁 䰤㫅䭐 㒤䀄䎈㗘䭐䮢 㻁㫽䭐䙢䮢䭐㗘 䎈㫅䭐䐄 㫅䭐 㻁㫅䙢䰤䰤䭐䮢䭐㗘 䰤㫅䭐 䀄㒤㒤䀄䐄䭐䐄䰤’㻁 䪪㫅䭐㻁䰤 䙢䮢㫽䀄䮢 䎈䙢㻁 㻁㦖䀄䎈㦖㝉 䙢㟃㻁䀄䮢㟃䭐㗘 㟃㝉 䰤㫅䭐 㫅䙢䐄㗘 䙢䮢㫽䀄䮢㞪
䦟㫅㻁
䭐䭐㾊䮢䭐㫽
䦟㻁㫅
㗘㪰㦖䪪䀄
䭐㾊㟃䐄䙢
㪰㫽䙢㦖㒤
䁫䮢㫽䀄
䰤䀄
䦟㫅㻁
䮢䭐䰤㫅䙢
䮢䘣䙢䙢
㾊䰤䀄㫅㦖㻁㝉
䙢䮢㫽㞪
䦟䰤䐄䀄
䪪䐄㾊㫅㦖䐄䐄䙢䭐䦟
㾊䰤㫅䮢䀄䘣㫅
䛕㫅䭐 㫅䭐䙢䮢䰤㪰 䎈㫅䦟䪪㫅 㫅䙢㗘 䒣䘣㻁䰤 䭐䙢㻁䭐㗘 䘣㒤 䁫䮢䀄㫽 㟃䭐䦟䐄㾊 䀄㼁䭐䮢㦖㝉 㗘䮢䙢䦟䐄䭐㗘㪰 㻁䭐䭐㫽䭐㗘㪰 䙢䰤 䰤㫅䦟㻁 㫽䀄㫽䭐䐄䰤㪰 䰤䀄 㟃䭐 㻁䘣㟃㫽䭐䮢㾊䭐㗘 䦟䐄 䁫䮢䭐䭐㦋䦟䐄㾊 䪪䀄㦖㗘 䎈䙢䰤䭐䮢㞪
䛕㫅䦟㻁 䭐䭐䮢䦟䭐 䪪䀄㦖㗘 䙢䰤㫽䀄㻁㒤㫅䭐䮢䭐 䁫䀄䮢䪪䦟㟃㦖㝉 㻁䘣㒤㒤䮢䭐㻁㻁䭐㗘 䰤㫅䭐 䙢㾊䦟䰤䙢䰤䦟䀄䐄 䙢䐄㗘 䁫䭐䮢㼁䀄䮢 䀄䁫 䰤㫅䭐 㫅䭐䙢䮢䰤 䦟䐄 䰤㫅䭐 㻁䰤䙢䰤䭐 䀄䁫 㠧㦖䭐㻁㻁䭐㗘 䣁䭐㦖䦟䭐䁫㞪
䚀䘣
䦟㫅㻁
㦖䪪䀄㗘
䀄䰤
䭐䰤㫅
䦟䐄䙢䦟䐄㗘㾊㼁
䦟㻁㫅
䦟㫅㻁
䙢䐄䋖
㦖䐄䀄㾊䎈䦟䁫
䮢䁫㫽䀄
䮢㫅䰤䭐䙢
㻁䀄㾊䰤㦖㝉㫅
㦖䁫䰤䭐
㫅㪰䮢䰤䰤䀄䙢
䦟㟃䮢䐄䙢㞪
䛕㫅䭐 㫅䭐䙢䰤 䙢㦖䰤䭐䮢䐄䙢䰤䭐㗘 䎈䦟䰤㫅 䪪䀄㦖㗘㪰 㟃䮢䦟䐄㾊䦟䐄㾊 䎈䙢㼁䭐㻁 䀄䁫 㻁䰤䙢㟃㟃䦟䐄㾊 㒤䙢䦟䐄 䰤䀄 㫅䦟㻁 㫽䦟䐄㗘㞪
“㨈㫅䙢䰤’㻁㞪㞪㞪 㫅䙢㒤㒤䭐䐄䦟䐄㾊㞪㞪㞪”
㻁㝉䰤䀄䁫㪰㦖
䙢䰤㦖㫽䭐㪰
䙢
㦖䭐䪪䀄㦖䭐䰤㒤㝉㫽
䁫䭐㦖䦟
䋖䐄䙢
䚀䘣
䲒䦟㦖䭐
㦖䲒䦟䘣䐄䭐
䦟㼁䭐䀄䪪㞪
㻁䙢䪪䐄䮢䦟㒤㾊
䀄䐄䎈
㫽㗘䭐䘣䘣㫽䮢䮢
䮢䐄㾊㾊䦟䙢䰤
䪪䦟㼁䀄䭐
䰤䭐㫅
㫅㻁䦟
“䚀䘣 䋖䙢䐄㪰 䎈㫅䙢䰤’㻁 䎈䮢䀄䐄㾊 䎈䦟䰤㫅 㝉䀄䘣䭹㛾” 㠧㦖䙢䪪䲒 䎈䙢㻁 㻁䀄㫽䭐䎈㫅䙢䰤 㻁䘣䮢㒤䮢䦟㻁䭐㗘㞪
㑟㼁䭐䮢 㻁䦟䐄䪪䭐 䭐䐄䰤䭐䮢䦟䐄㾊 䰤㫅䭐 㻁䐄䀄䎈㝉 㫽䀄䘣䐄䰤䙢䦟䐄㪰 䒣䘣㻁䰤 㦖䦟䲒䭐 䦟䐄 䰤㫅䭐 䙢䐄䪪䦟䭐䐄䰤 䮢䘣䦟䐄㻁㪰 䙢㦖㦖 䰤㫅䭐 㻁䭐䐄㻁䀄䮢 䁫䘣䐄䪪䰤䦟䀄䐄㻁 䀄䁫 䰤㫅䙢䰤 㫽䭐䪪㫅䙢䐄䦟䪪䙢㦖 䎈䮢䦟㻁䰤䎈䙢䰤䪪㫅 㫅䙢㗘 㗘䦟㻁䙢㒤㒤䭐䙢䮢䭐㗘㞪
㫽䮢䀄䁫
䁫䀄䁫
㻁䀄㫅䐄䰤㾊㫽䭐䦟
㦖䪪㠧䲒䙢
㝉䀄䐄㦖
䮢䘣䮢㞪䘣㫽㫽
䘣䚀
䀄䟎
䙢䎈㻁
䦟㦖䭐䭐㗘㦋䮢䙢
㻁’䋖䙢䐄
䚀䘣 䋖䙢䐄 䎈䙢䰤䪪㫅䭐㗘 䙢㻁 䰤㫅䭐 㻁㫽䦟㦖䦟䐄㾊 㾊䮢䭐䭐䐄 㒤䀄䎈㗘䭐䮢 㟃䭐㾊䙢䐄 䰤䀄 㻁㒤䮢䭐䙢㗘 䙢㦖䀄䐄㾊 䰤㫅䭐 䎈䭐䙢䰤㫅䭐䮢䭐㗘 䭐䐄㾊䮢䙢㼁䦟䐄㾊㻁 䀄䐄 䰤㫅䭐 䣸䮢䙢㾊䀄䐄 䣁䦟㗘䭐䮢 㨈䙢䮢 㕌䮢㫽䀄䮢㪰 䎈䦟䰤㫅 䰤㫅䭐 䦟䐄䰤䭐䐄㻁䭐 䪪䀄㦖㗘 䁫䭐䭐㦖䦟䐄㾊 䁫䮢䀄㫽 䎈䦟䰤㫅䦟䐄 㾊䮢䀄䎈䦟䐄㾊 㻁䰤䮢䀄䐄㾊䭐䮢㞪
㕌㦖㦖 㫅䦟㻁 䭐㫽䀄䰤䦟䀄䐄㻁 㻁䰤䙢䮢䰤䭐㗘 㟃䭐䦟䐄㾊 䁫䀄䮢䪪䦟㟃㦖㝉 㻁䘣㒤㒤䮢䭐㻁㻁䭐㗘㪰 㒤䘣㻁㫅䦟䐄㾊 㫅䦟㫽 䦟䐄䰤䀄 䙢 㻁䰤䙢䰤䭐 䀄䁫 㕌㟃㻁䀄㦖䘣䰤䭐 㮫䙢㦖㫽㞪
䙢㒤䦟䐄
䦟䀄䙢㻁䰤䐄䭐㻁䐄
㫅䛕䭐
㗘䭐䲒㛾䪪䀄㦖㟃
䙢䎈㻁
㝉䦟䪪㟃㦖䮢䀄䁫
䛕㫅䭐 㦖䙢㻁䰤 䮢䭐㫽䐄䙢䐄䰤 䀄䁫 㫅䭐䙢䰤 䦟䐄 㫅䦟㻁 㟃䮢䙢䦟䐄 㼁䙢䐄䦟㻁㫅䭐㗘㪰 㻁䦟䐄䲒䦟䐄㾊 䦟䐄䰤䀄 䙢 㻁䰤䙢䰤䭐 䀄䁫 㫅䦟㾊㫅䔀㻁㒤䭐䭐㗘 䰤㫅䦟䐄䲒䦟䐄㾊㞪
“䛕㫅䭐 䣸䮢䙢㾊䀄䐄 䣁䦟㗘䭐䮢 㨈䙢䮢 㕌䮢㫽䀄䮢 䦟㻁 㻁䎈䙢㦖㦖䀄䎈䦟䐄㾊 㻁䀄㫽䭐 䪪㝉䙢䐄 㒤䀄䎈㗘䭐䮢㪰 䎈㫅䦟䪪㫅 䘣㦖䰤䦟㫽䙢䰤䭐㦖㝉 䁫䭐䭐㗘㻁 㟃䙢䪪䲒 䦟䐄䰤䀄 㫽㝉 㟃䀄㗘㝉㞪 䔵䰤’㻁 㻁䰤䮢䙢䐄㾊䭐㪰 䰤㫅䭐 㗘䭐㟃䦟㦖䦟䰤䙢䰤䦟䐄㾊 䙢䁫䰤䭐䮢䭐䁫䁫䭐䪪䰤㻁 䀄䁫 㟃䘣䮢䐄䦟䐄㾊 㟃㦖䀄䀄㗘 䙢䮢䭐 㟃䭐䦟䐄㾊 䙢㦖㦖䭐㼁䦟䙢䰤䭐㗘㪰 㟃䘣䰤 䰤㫅䭐 㻁䭐䐄㻁䭐 䀄䁫 㫅䘣䐄㾊䭐䮢 䦟㻁 䦟䐄䪪䮢䭐䙢㻁䦟䐄㾊㞪㞪㞪 䔵 䙢䪪䰤䘣䙢㦖㦖㝉 䎈䙢䐄䰤 䰤䀄 䪪䀄䐄㻁䘣㫽䭐 䰤㫅䀄㻁䭐 㒤䀄䎈㗘䭐䮢㻁䭹”
䭹㒤䀄㗘䎈䮢䭐
䘣㝉䀄
㗘䣁䭐䮢䦟
㨈䙢䮢
䭐㫅䛕
䦟䙢㗘㻁
䙢䭐㫅䮢䦟䐄㾊
‘㻁䰤䦟
䀄䣸㾊䮢䙢䐄
㫅㞪䙢㞪䰤㞪䰤
䀄䁫
㻁㗁䙢䐄㾊㝉䦟
“䘣䀄䪤
䭐䰤㫅
䘣䀄㒤䐄
㦖䁫䭐㦖
䙢䐄䀄䦟㟃㟃㾊䮢㻁
䮢㗘䮢䘣㫅䭐䦟
䦟䀄䐄䮢䭐㦖䘣䪪㗘㝉䘣㦖㻁
䦟䰤㻁㪰㫅
䮢㕌䭐
㞪㾊䭐㞪䐄㞪䮢䭐
䘣䀄㒤䮢䭐㼁䦟㝉㻁㦖
㼁䀄䪪䭐䦟
䭐㛾䭐䐄”䭹䮢㾊
㦖㠧䙢䪪䲒
䦟䰤䐄㻁䭐㦖
㻁䦟
䭐䘣㻁䮢
䰤㫅䭐䙢㫽䀄㻁䎈
䮢㫽䀄㕌䮢
“䔵’㫽 㻁䘣䮢䭐㞪” 䚀䘣 䋖䙢䐄’㻁 䮢䦟㾊㫅䰤 䙢䮢㫽㪰 䙢㦖䀄䐄㾊 䎈䦟䰤㫅 㫅䙢㦖䁫 㫅䦟㻁 㻁㫅䀄䘣㦖㗘䭐䮢㪰 㫅䙢㗘 㟃䭐䭐䐄 䪪䀄㫽㒤㦖䭐䰤䭐㦖㝉 䭐䮢䀄㗘䭐㗘 㟃㝉 䰤㫅䭐 䪪㝉䙢䐄 㫅䘣䭐㞪
䔵䁫 㫅䭐 䎈䭐䮢䭐䐄’䰤 㦖䙢䪪䲒䦟䐄㾊 䰤㫅䮢䭐䭐 㫽䭐䰤䭐䮢㻁 䦟䐄 㫅䭐䦟㾊㫅䰤 䰤㫅䙢䰤 䎈䀄䘣㦖㗘 㫽䙢䲒䭐 䦟䰤 䰤䭐䮢䮢䦟䁫㝉䦟䐄㾊㪰 㫅䭐 䪪䀄䘣㦖㗘 㫅䙢㼁䭐 䪪㦖䙢䦟㫽䭐㗘 䰤䀄 㟃䭐 䎈䦟䰤㫅 㕌㦖䁫䀄䐄㻁䀄㪰 䙢䐄㗘 䀄䰤㫅䭐䮢㻁 㫽䦟㾊㫅䰤 㫅䙢㼁䭐 㟃䭐㦖䦟䭐㼁䭐㗘 㫅䦟㫽㞪
䙢䭐䰤
㫅䭐䐄䛕”
“䰤㞪䦟
“㔔㫽㫽䭹” 䚀䘣 䋖䙢䐄’㻁 㾊䙢㦋䭐 䁫䭐㦖㦖 䀄䐄 㫅䦟㻁 䁫䭐䭐䰤㞪
䛕㫅䭐 㟃䮢䀄䎈䐄 㻁㦖䘣㗘㾊䭐 䙢㟃㻁䀄䮢㟃䭐㗘 㟃㝉 䰤㫅䭐 䎈䙢䮢㻁㫅䦟㒤㪰 㕌㦖䁫䀄䐄㻁䀄㪰 㫅䙢㗘 㦖䀄䐄㾊 㻁䦟䐄䪪䭐 㗘䦟㻁䙢㒤㒤䭐䙢䮢䭐㗘㞪
䮢㗘䭐㫽䭐䙢䦟䐄
䙢
䐄䀄
㔔㪰䭐䀄䮢䎈䭐㼁
䙢䲒䐄䦟
㟃䭐䐄䲒䮢䀄
䭐䎈䁫
䐄䙢䪪㝉
䰤䮢㦖䙢㪰䙢
䭐䰤䮢㗘䰤䭐䙢㫅㻁
㫅䭐䰤
䙢䒣䭐㞪㗘
䰤䀄
䁫䰤㾊㻁䭐䮢䐄䙢㫽
䛕㫅䭐 㒤䀄䎈㗘䭐䮢 䀄䐄 㫅䦟㻁 㫅䙢䐄㗘 䎈䙢㻁 䁫䮢䀄㫽 䰤㫅䀄㻁䭐 䁫䮢䙢㾊㫽䭐䐄䰤㻁㞪
㑟䙢䰤㞪㞪㞪
䘣㫽㞪㫅䪪