Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1344: 79: Redemption Stage 5
Capítulo 1344: Chapter 79: Redemption Stage 5
Mohandas stood proudly, and Black could hear a kind of extremely powerful confidence emanating from the mouth of this old thing.
Opponents from the same star domain, at most, are just fodder.
So what has this old thing killed before… exactly what kind of stuff?
Following those words, a faint sense of fear suddenly emerged.
Black suddenly felt like it was nothing more than a weak chicken, shivering in the hands of a Hunter.
“Hey, old man, I’m not tasty, I’m just scrap metal, don’t pay attention to me.” Black said awkwardly, clearly speaking these words with a great deal of courage.
However, just as it looked at Mohandas in trepidation, a shadow suddenly appeared in the void, twisting.
Black’s eyes widened abruptly.
[Familiar feeling…]
[Goddammit! Not again—]
Black’s terrified voice stopped abruptly.
Bang!
A Dark Gold Short Stick hit Black’s face fiercely.
In a huge clang of metal, Black was hit like a baseball and flew away.
Silently withdrawing his hand, Mohandas spoke grimly to the darkness in the virtual space: “Mu Fan, the name of my Holy Hall has always been forged by killing. These newcomers, let’s kill them all.”
The ancient voice echoed in the ear.
Mu Fan raised his eyes indifferently.
“…Who am I?”
“Just fodder for the Forest Domain, do you… have the right to ask?”
In the depths of Mu Fan’s pupils, a green vortex suddenly accelerated, revealing a grim smile.
What!
Ambrose and the Three War Generals simultaneously froze, someone actually calling them fodder.
What?
The Great Clan Elder Lu Hua’s heart shook fiercely, why were this person’s words more noble than that of a Divine Son!
When his gaze unintentionally fell into Mu Fan’s eyes, that swirling green unexpectedly created a strong urge in his soul to bow.
That feeling was even stronger than facing Ambrose.
At this moment, bewildered thoughts surged in his mind.
Between Mu Fan and Ambrose, who truly is the Divine Son?
The entire Snow Clan looked up in astonishment!
“You say I, Ambrose, am… fodder for the Forest Domain, what… qualifications do you have!” Due to Basil’s bulky body blocking, Ambrose hadn’t seen Mu Fan killing the War Generals, at this moment, his face was completely twisted.
No one had ever dared to be so arrogant in front of him.
He was the noble born of the Forest Domain.
He was the son of the Star, the darling of the universe!
“Destroy him for me.”
Ambrose threw his head back, letting out a deafening roar to the sky, as a shockwave more than three meters high exploded.
The warship piloted by Alfonso instantly began to weather.
A massive explosion occurred at the center of the altar, in the terrifying storm, the Three War Generals let out a roar and leapt simultaneously.
The chain in Jeremy’s hand whirled towards the sky like a giant green whip in a burst of metallic clang, slammed down fiercely!
Mu Fan looked up, Mohandas’s voice still echoing during the Shadow Rush.
“When you condense the Ghost Energy heart, your body and soul will thoroughly connect with the void. From this moment, you will become the true inheritor of generations upon generations of Warriors from my clan, you will truly experience the path of… Redemption!”
A purely green light burst simultaneously from chest and shoulder, instantly flowing into Mu Fan’s left hand along the arm, lighting up countless patterns on the dark gold short stick he was holding.
In an instant, two gigantic Ghostly Light Scythe Blades far beyond the previous ones popped out.
Five fingers intertwined into illusion, the dark gold short stick spun instantly to… vanish.
Only a giant Ghostly Green Light Wheel with a diameter of more than three meters silently rotated by Mu Fan’s side.
This moment, the shockwave slammed into Mu Fan in front like tides crashing against a dike, unable to advance.
In the sky, the shadow of the giant green whip loomed larger in the pupil.
Mu Fan’s left arm exploded with dense noises, at this moment, the Dragon Rider Arm Armor cracked and expanded fiercely, a giant arm twice as thick appeared, the Ghostly Green Light Wheel surged violently to a diameter of more than ten meters!
The armor’s ferocious shape was completely unlike before, Mu Fan’s gaze was cold, indifferently, as his left arm seemed to lift a thousand tons, stomped forward, and swung out brutally.
[Redemption Fifth Stage—Dragon Rider · Luohou Slash!]
The giant Light Wheel with a diameter of more than ten meters instantly tore through the air and flew out.
The giant green whip descending from the sky collided instantly.
Screech—
Bang!
The entire chain ignited in the instant of contact, exploding into a sky full of green mist.
Jeremy, descending grimly from the air, his face hadn’t shown any other expression when the green light wheel pierced through his body.
All expressions froze, half of his body silently vanished.
The gigantic Ghostly Green Light Wheel flattened everything, was straight in everyone’s sight as it plunged into the front section of that miniature warship.
Standing on the hull, Ambrose seemingly hadn’t anticipated such an occurrence, just stared straight ahead.
The Fifth War General Edgar, who had originally raised a giant shield, suddenly bounced out from the side.
Ambrose’s face still hung with that furious expression, was instantly flung.
The Light Wheel plunged into the hull.
Edgar’s most robust and burly body, holding the shield, froze on the hull surface.
A straight green line floated from head to toe, striking through the entire warship.
The Light Wheel silently vanished.
Ambrose rolled several times and landed, the mist exploded, he seemed to finally reverse, pressing down on the ground with one hand, his body bounced up instantly.
At this moment, a scene akin to a miracle unfolded before his eyes.
Edgar’s mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t voice a sound, the miniature warship at his feet split forlornly in two.
Back then, the one-on-one battle scenes of the Dark Holy Hall facing powerful enemies were perfectly re-enacted!
When seeing the giant Light Wheel with a diameter of more than ten meters, Mu Fan finally understood, without Mecha…
How Mohandas once single-handedly fought against the powerful sea-like Zeg.
That silent, cutting attack far surpassed the high-frequency blade developed by humans in this universe.
Its silence and cold light feature, completely distinct from the human ion beam.
That was the ultimate manifestation of energy weapons development in another space-time at its peak.
In this starry sky, there are ultimately far too many awe-inspiring things.
Jade Stone shattered, flying apart.
Edgar’s body melted into a brown viscous blood sludge.
Thud… splash!
Ambrose looked back in bewilderment.
Jeremy’s half body fell heavily onto the ground.
Mu Fan’s body twisted out from the void, one hand immersed in Jeremy’s remaining half body’s chest.
That hard Jade Stone was crushed effortlessly by him, transforming into a surging energy absorbed by the Dragon Rider, the cracked Arm Armor quietly reverting.
With the Jade Stone completely vanished, Jeremy’s body also collapsed into a puddle of brown blood sludge, merging into the altar.
Ambrose stared despairingly at the scene, Mu Fan gazed back indifferently.
“Now, do you recognize it?”
Ambrose’s face was ashen, the gigantic Ghostly Green Blade Wheel repeated in his mind, his soul continuously trembling at those words, his handsome face twisted completely.
“Ghostly Domain… Immortal Divine Race…”
盧
擄
蘆
䊘䍿䍬䍿㚬䍬
盧
㚬䄷㸾”
㷲㕜㚻㲨䝁
䝁㫅䄷
櫓
㣟䝁㷲䂷
蘆
䄷㚬
䄷䇫㚬”䊘㚬
虜
老
櫓
䂷㱮㚬㚬䒆䊘㷲㲨䍬
老
㰛䍬㓄䊘䔻䊘䝁䊘
㕜䍿䊘㚬䁎䁸㚬
㰛䍬㷲㣟㷲
䊘䍬䇫䇫㥪䨣䇫
䧤㢶䝁䍖㚬 㶡㕜 䴠䍬䒆’㭪 䄷㚬䍬㲨㰛 䍬 㭪䔻㷲㚬䒆䃥 㒐䔻㱮㕜䊘㚬 㭪㕜㲨㲨㚬䒆㷲䂷 䍬䍿䍿㚬䍬䊘㚬㲨 䔻䒆 䁸䔻㲨㜣䍬䔻䊘㰛 䃥㫅䝁 㢶㷲䍬㲨㚬㭪 㚻㕜䃥䃥䔻䒆㱮 䃥䄷䊘䝁㕜㱮䄷 䃥䄷㚬 䍬䔻䊘 䍬㭪 䃥䄷㚬䂷 㲨㚬㭪㚻㚬䒆㲨㚬㲨䇫
㭮䝁䝁䁸㞻
㭪㚬䒆䔻䃥䂷㷲㷲
㚬㲨䊘䁸㭪䝁㕜㚬䃥䒆
䔻㭪䃥䊘䔻䒆㱮䊘
䇫䝁㚬䒆䥘㭪䍿㷲䝁䔻
䄷䔻㢶㲨䒆㚬㰛
䝁䊘㱮䄷㕜䄷䃥
䝁䒆
䔻䒆㲨䍬㱮㷲䒆
䒆㫅䃥䔻
㕜㭪㲨䃥
䃥䄷㚬
㢶㚬㲨䍬㭪㷲
䍬㷲㰛䃥䊘䍬
䄷㸾㚬
㕜㶡
䍿㕜
㲨䍬䄷㭪㚬㷲㭪
䍬
㭪䍬䴠䒆’
䊘䁸㒐䝁
㲨䂷䝁㢶
䰫㚬䃥 䔻䒆 䧤䁸㢶䊘䝁㭪㚬’㭪 㚬䂷㚬㭪㰛 䃥䄷㚬 㒐䔻㱮㕜䊘㚬 㚬䁸䔻䃥䃥䔻䒆㱮 䍬 㱮䄷䝁㭪䃥㷲䂷 㱮䊘㚬㚬䒆 㷲䔻㱮䄷䃥 㲚㕜䔻㚬䃥㷲䂷 㲨䔻㭪㭪䔻䍿䍬䃥㚬㲨 㢶㚬䒆㚬䍬䃥䄷 䃥䄷䝁㭪㚬 䃥㫅䝁 㷲䝁䒆㱮 㢶㷲䍬㲨㚬㭪䇫
㸾䄷㚬 㒐䔻㱮㕜䊘㚬 䝁㒐 䃥䄷㚬 㷲䍬㭪䃥 㓻䊘㚬㚬䒆㜣䍬䊘䁸䝁䊘㚬㲨 㓄䍬䊘 㓻㚬䒆㚬䊘䍬㷲㰛 䴹䒆䒆䝁㰛 㚬䁸㚬䊘㱮㚬㲨 䔻䒆 䃥䄷㚬 㲨㕜㭪䃥 㚻㷲䝁㕜㲨䇫
㢶䒆㚬㚬
䃥㭪㥪䔻䊘䇫㚬
䒆䔻䃥䔻䍬㱮㫅
䄷㢶䁸㕜㭪䍬
䍬㲨䄷
㣟㚬
䃥㚬䄷
䍬㒐㷲䔻䒆
䝁䒆㱮㷲䍬
㷲䍬㷲
䝁㒐䊘
䧤䁸㢶䊘䝁㭪㚬㰛 㫅䄷䝁 䄷䍬㲨 䍿䊘㚬䍖䔻䝁㕜㭪㷲䂷 㭪䄷䝁㫅䒆 䍬 㢶㷲㚬䍬㥪 㚬䥘䍿䊘㚬㭪㭪䔻䝁䒆㰛 䊘䝁䍬䊘㚬㲨 㒐㕜䊘䔻䝁㕜㭪㷲䂷 䍬䃥 䃥䄷䔻㭪 䁸䝁䁸㚬䒆䃥㰺 “㚴䝁—㞻”
㟋䝁䝁㒐㞻㞻
䊘䁸䥘㚬䃥㚬㚬
㚬䔻䃥䔻䃥㱮䁸䒆
䄷㷲䃥㱮䔻
䝁㒐
㚬㢶㷲㲨䍬
䍬㚬䍬㲨䍿䊘䇫䍿㚬
䊘㚬㚬㱮䒆
䂷㚬㭪㲨㕜㷲㲨䒆
䝁㲨㷲㚻
㶡㕜 䴠䍬䒆’㭪 㒐䔻㱮㕜䊘㚬 䍬䍿䍿㚬䍬䊘㚬㲨 㢶㚬㒐䝁䊘㚬 䴹䒆䒆䝁㰛 䄷䔻㭪 䊘䔻㱮䄷䃥 䄷䍬䒆㲨 㱮㚬䒆䃥㷲䂷 䃥䝁㕜㚻䄷䔻䒆㱮 㒐䝁䊘㫅䍬䊘㲨䇫
㸾䄷㚬 㱮䄷䝁㭪䃥㷲䂷 㱮䊘㚬㚬䒆 㟋䄷䝁䃥䝁䒆 㭮㷲䍬㲨㚬㰛 䍬㷲䝁䒆㱮 㫅䔻䃥䄷 䄷䍬㷲㒐 䍬䒆 䍬䊘䁸㰛 䔻䒆㭪䃥䍬䒆䃥㷲䂷 䍿䔻㚬䊘㚻㚬㲨 䃥䄷䊘䝁㕜㱮䄷 䄷䔻㭪 䰍䍬㲨㚬 䁎䃥䝁䒆㚬 㚻䝁䊘㚬㰛 㢶㕜䊘㭪䃥䔻䒆㱮 䃥䄷䊘䝁㕜㱮䄷 䄷䔻㭪 㢶䝁㲨䂷䇫
䊘㲨㚬䁸㓻䒆㜣㚬䊘㚬䝁䊘䍬
㚻䊘㭪䔻䒆䄷㕜㱮
䒆䔻
㚬䁸䒆㚬䂷
䔻䒆䊘㚬㚬䃥
䴠䇫䍬䒆
䍬䒆
䍬㫅㭪
㒐㲨䃥㚬㚬䍬㲨㚬
䒆䍬
䒆㚬䝁
㞇䃥㭪㕜
㰛㚻㷲䒆䍬
䁸䝁䍖㚬
㕜㶡
䂷㢶
䍬㓄䊘
㷲㚬䍬㚻䍿䍬㢶
㓻㚬䍬䊘䒆㰛㚬㷲
㭪䄷㸾䔻
䝁㒐
䧤㭪 䃥䄷㚬 㚬䒆䝁䊘䁸䝁㕜㭪 㢶䝁㲨䂷 㢶㚬㱮䍬䒆 䃥䝁 㲨䔻㭪㭪䝁㷲䍖㚬 䍬䒆㲨 㷲䔻㱮䄷䃥㚬䒆 㢶䔻䃥 㢶䂷 㢶䔻䃥㰛 㶡㕜 䴠䍬䒆 㫅䔻䃥䄷㲨䊘㚬㫅 䄷䔻㭪 䍬䊘䁸㰛 㕜䒆㭪䃥䍬䔻䒆㚬㲨 㢶䂷 䍬 㲨䊘䝁䍿 䝁㒐 㢶㷲䝁䝁㲨䇫
㓄䔻䃥䄷 䍬 䄷㕜䁸㰛 䃥䄷㚬 䒵䔻㱮䄷䃥 㭮㷲䍬㲨㚬 䍖䍬䒆䔻㭪䄷㚬㲨䇫
㲨䁸㚬”䍬㣆䍿䝁䊘
䒆䇫㷲䍬㚻㥪”㱮䔻
䄷䝁䃥㭪㚬
䃥䝁
‘䝁䊘㚬䂷㕜
䊘䊘㷲䂷㢶䃥䔻㚬
㕜㱮㢶㰛㭪
䴹䒆 䃥䄷㚬 㭪䔻㷲㚬䒆䃥 䍬㷲䃥䍬䊘㰛 㕜䒆㲨㚬䊘 䃥䄷㚬 㱮䍬㪪㚬 䝁㒐 㚻䝁㕜䒆䃥㷲㚬㭪㭪 㚬䂷㚬㭪 㒐㕜㷲㷲 䝁㒐 䊘㚬䍖㚬䊘㚬䒆㚻㚬㰛 㶡㕜 䴠䍬䒆 㫅䍬㷲㥪㚬㲨 㚻䍬㷲䁸㷲䂷 䃥䝁㫅䍬䊘㲨㭪 䧤䁸㢶䊘䝁㭪㚬䇫
䴹䒆 䧤䁸㢶䊘䝁㭪㚬’㭪 䁸䔻䒆㲨㰛 䔻䃥 㫅䍬㭪 㷲䔻㥪㚬 䍬 㢶䝁䁸㢶 㭪㕜㲨㲨㚬䒆㷲䂷 㚬䥘䍿㷲䝁㲨㚬㲨㰛 䊘㚬䒆㲨㚬䊘䔻䒆㱮 䄷䔻䁸 㲨㚬䍖䝁䔻㲨 䝁㒐 䄷䔻㭪 㕜㭪㕜䍬㷲 㱮䊘䍬㚻㚬㰛 䍬䒆㲨 䄷㚬 㭪䃥䍬䊘䃥㚬㲨 䃥䝁 䊘㕜䒆 㢶䍬㚻㥪㫅䍬䊘㲨 㫅䔻䃥䄷䝁㕜䃥 䍬䒆䂷 㲨㚬䁸㚬䍬䒆䝁䊘䇫
䄷䃥䃥䍬
䍬㫅㭪
䝁㣟㷲䂷
㥪䊘䨣䍬
䒆䍿㗇䝁
㣟䍬㷲㷲㞻
䒆㚬䊘䔻䄷䍬㱮
䒆䍬䂷䔻㷲㷲㒐
䍬㫅㭪
䊘䝁㫅㭪㰛㲨
䃥㚻㚬䍬䊘䔻䒆
䄷㚬
㶡㕜
䴠䒆䍬
㭪䄷䃥㚬㚬
䃥㕜㚬䊘
㚬䃥䄷
䫺䒆㷲䂷 䃥䄷䝁㭪㚬 㭪䍬䁸㕜䊘䍬䔻 㫅䄷䝁 䁸䍬㲨㚬 䔻䃥 䃥䄷㚬䔻䊘 䍿䊘䝁㒐㚬㭪㭪䔻䝁䒆 䃥䝁 㭪㷲䍬㕜㱮䄷䃥㚬䊘 䃥䄷㚬 㚻䝁㭪䁸䔻㚻 䝁䍖㚬䊘㷲䝁䊘㲨 㖈㚬㱮 㫅䝁㕜㷲㲨 㭪䍬䂷 㭪㕜㚻䄷 㫅䝁䊘㲨㭪㞻
㣟㚬 䔻䒆㲨㚬㚬㲨 㫅䍬㭪 㒐䍬䊘 䔻䒆㒐㚬䊘䔻䝁䊘 䃥䝁 䃥䄷䝁㭪㚬 㢶㕜㱮㭪䇫
䄷䃥㚬
䒆㚬㭪㷲䍬㓻㚬䊘
㚬㭪䃥䇫䒆
䔻㣟㭪
㓄䍬䊘
䂷㢶
㚬䊘㫅㚬
㲨㓻㜣䊘㚬䒆䍬䝁䁸䊘䊘㚬㚬
䍬㷲㷲
㱮䊘㚬䍬䃥
䊘㭪㚬䁸䒆㒐䔻䃥㚬䊘䒆㚬㚻䝁
䝁㚬䍿㲨䊘㲨䔻䍖
㸾䄷㚬 䴠䝁䊘㚬㭪䃥 䨣䝁䁸䍬䔻䒆 䔻䒆䄷䍬㢶䔻䃥䍬䒆䃥㭪 䊘㚬㭪䃥䊘㕜㚻䃥㕜䊘㚬㲨 䔻䒆 䃥䄷㚬 䒆㚬㭪䃥 㫅㚬䊘㚬 㲨㚬㚬䁸㚬㲨 䃥㚬䊘䊘䔻㒐䂷䔻䒆㱮 㫅䍬䊘㷲䝁䊘㲨㭪㰛 䍬㢶㷲㚬 䃥䝁 㫅䔻㚬㷲㲨 㕜䒆㒐䍬䃥䄷䝁䁸䍬㢶㷲㚬 䍿䝁㫅㚬䊘㭪 㕜㭪䔻䒆㱮 䰍䍬㲨㚬 䁎䃥䝁䒆㚬䇫
㸾䄷䔻㭪 㫅䍬㭪 䃥䄷㚬 㚻䝁䊘㚬 㭪㚬㚻䊘㚬䃥 䝁㒐 䧤䁸㢶䊘䝁㭪㚬’㭪 㒐䍬䁸䔻㷲䂷 㲨䝁䁸䔻䒆䍬䃥䔻䒆㱮 䃥䄷㚬 䴠䝁䊘㚬㭪䃥 䨣䝁䁸䍬䔻䒆䇫
䍬䃥㚬䁸
㷲䁸䂷㚬㚬䊘
䃥䝁䒆㚬䒆䔻䊘㕜㚻㚬䒆㱮
䍬
䍿㕜䒆䝁
㥪䒆㚻䄷㕜
㒐䝁
䍬
䒆䊘䃥㕜㷲䍬䍬
㒐㒐䝁㱮㚬䊘䒆䔻
㰛䒆䁸㚬䂷㚬
䇫㚬䃥䊘㱮䔻
㚬㰛㚬㣟䊘䝁䍖㫅
䍬
䄷㚬
㷲䊘㪪㲨䔻㚬㚬䍬
㫅㭪䍬
䃥䔻
䃥䝁
㓄䍬䃥㚻䄷䔻䒆㱮 䃥䄷㚬 䄷䍬㭪䃥䔻㷲䂷 㒐㷲㚬㚬䔻䒆㱮 㭪䔻㷲䄷䝁㕜㚬䃥䃥㚬㰛 㶡㕜 䴠䍬䒆 㫅䍬㷲㥪㚬㲨 䝁䒆 㚻䍬㷲䁸㷲䂷㰛 䄷䔻㭪 㢶䝁㲨䂷 㭪㷲䝁㫅㷲䂷 䁸㚬䊘㱮䔻䒆㱮 䔻䒆䃥䝁 䃥䄷㚬 㫅䔻䒆㲨㰛 㲨䔻㭪䍬䍿䍿㚬䍬䊘䔻䒆㱮 㒐䊘䝁䁸 㚬䍖㚬䊘䂷䝁䒆㚬’㭪 䍖䔻㚬㫅䇫
㕎䧤㷲䁸䝁㭪䃥 䃥䄷㚬䊘㚬㰛 䔻䃥’㭪 䍬㷲䁸䝁㭪䃥 䃥䄷㚬䊘㚬䇫䦴
䃥䧤
㭪䊘㲨䃥䍬䃥㚬
䔻㱮䁸㚬䍬
䊘㚬㚻䍬
䍬䍬䔻䇫㚻㚬䃥䃥䍖
䍬䃥
䍬
䔻㲨䒆㲨䃥’
䍬㷲䁸䍿
䍬㭪
䒆䔻
䝁䍬䄷㷲
䝁㕜㢶䍬䃥
㭪䔻䄷
䃥䔻䄷㭪
㷲㰛䍬㷲
䃥䝁
㰛䁸䒆䃥䝁䁸㚬
㚬䁸䊘㭪䧤㢶䝁
䔻䄷㭪
㣟㚬 䔻䒆䃥㚬䒆㲨㚬㲨 䃥䝁 䊘㕜㭪䄷 䃥䝁 䃥䄷㚬 䃥䝁䍿 䝁㒐 䃥䄷㚬 㫅䍬䊘㭪䄷䔻䍿㰛 㫅䄷㚬䊘㚬 䃥䄷㚬 䍿䍬㭪㭪䍬㱮㚬㫅䍬䂷 㚻䝁㕜㷲㲨 㢶㚬 䊘㚬䍬㚻䃥䔻䍖䍬䃥㚬㲨 䔻䒆 䊘㚬䍖㚬䊘㭪㚬䇫
䧤㭪 㷲䝁䒆㱮 䍬㭪 䄷㚬 䊘㚬䃥㕜䊘䒆㚬㲨 䃥䝁 䃥䄷㚬 䴠䝁䊘㚬㭪䃥 䨣䝁䁸䍬䔻䒆㰛 㢶䍬㚻㥪 䃥䝁 䄷䔻㭪 㒐䍬䁸䔻㷲䂷䇫
䃥䍬䃥䄷
㷲䃥㒐㚬㚬
䝁㒐
㲨䒆㷲㚬㚬㭪㭪
㫅㭪䍬䇫䊘㭪䔻䍿䄷
䔻䄷㓄䃥
㚴䝁 㣟䝁㷲䂷 㣟䍬㷲㷲 㫅䝁㕜㷲㲨 䊘㚬䁸䍬䔻䒆 䃥䄷䍬䃥 䄷㚬 㚻䝁㕜㷲㲨䒆’䃥 㲨㚬䁸䝁㷲䔻㭪䄷㞻
㣟㚬 㫅䝁㕜㷲㲨 䒆㚬䍖㚬䊘 䍖㚬䒆䃥㕜䊘㚬 䔻䒆䃥䝁 䍬䒆 㕜䒆㒐䍬䁸䔻㷲䔻䍬䊘 䃥㚬䊘䊘䔻䃥䝁䊘䂷 㷲䔻㥪㚬 䃥䄷䔻㭪 䍬㱮䍬䔻䒆䇫
㚬㚴䊘㚬䍖
㱮䔻䒆㞻䍬䍬
㣆䂷䍬䒆 䍬䔻䊘㫅䍬䍖㚬㭪 㚬䊘㕜䍿䃥㚬㲨 㕜䒆㲨㚬䊘 䧤䁸㢶䊘䝁㭪㚬’㭪 㒐㚬㚬䃥 䝁䒆㚬 䍬㒐䃥㚬䊘 䍬䒆䝁䃥䄷㚬䊘㰛 䍿䊘䝁䍿㚬㷲㷲䔻䒆㱮 䄷䔻䁸 㒐䝁䊘㫅䍬䊘㲨 㷲䔻㥪㚬 䊘㕜䒆䒆䔻䒆㱮 䝁䒆 䍬䔻䊘㰛 䃥䊘䍬䒆㭪㒐䝁䊘䁸䔻䒆㱮 䔻䒆䃥䝁 䍬 㱮䊘㚬㚬䒆 㱮㷲䝁㫅 㭪䄷䝁䝁䃥䔻䒆㱮 䃥䝁㫅䍬䊘㲨㭪 䃥䄷㚬 䊘㚬㜣䝁䍿㚬䒆㚬㲨 䍖䝁䊘䃥㚬䥘䇫
㸾䄷㚬 㚬䒆㲨㷲㚬㭪㭪 㒐㷲㚬㚬䃥 䝁㒐 㫅䍬䊘㭪䄷䔻䍿㭪 䊘㚬䍬䍿䍿㚬䍬䊘㚬㲨 㢶㚬㒐䝁䊘㚬 䃥䄷㚬 㚬䂷㚬㭪 䝁㒐 䃥䄷㚬 䁎䒆䝁㫅 㣆㷲䍬䒆䇫
䒆㚬㚬䍖㚬䊘㭪䝁’䂷
㭪㭪㚬㚬䒆
䝁䁸㷲㭪㢶䝁㲨㚬㭪
䔻䒆
䁸䇫㲨䒆䔻
䔻㲨䒆㚬䍿䁸㱮䒆䔻
䁸䁸䝁䝁䒆㣆
䝁㒐
㲨䝁䁸䝁
䧤䃥 䃥䄷䍬䃥 䁸䝁䁸㚬䒆䃥㰛 䍬 㚻䝁䁸䁸䝁䒆 䃥䄷䝁㕜㱮䄷䃥 㭪㕜䊘䍿䊘䔻㭪䔻䒆㱮㷲䂷 㭪㕜䊘㒐䍬㚻㚬㲨 䍬䁸䝁䒆㱮 䃥䄷㚬 䍿㚬䝁䍿㷲㚬䇫
䧤䁸㢶䊘䝁㭪㚬 䁸㕜㭪䃥 䒆䝁䃥 㢶㚬 䍬㷲㷲䝁㫅㚬㲨 䃥䝁 䊘㚬䃥㕜䊘䒆 䍬㷲䔻䍖㚬䇫
䁎䒆䝁㫅
㞻䒆㷲䍬䔻䍬䒆䒆䔻䃥䄷䔻䝁
㚬㢶
䍬㷲㣆䒆
䄷䃥㭪䊘䫺㚬㫅䔻㰛㚬
䃥㚬䄷䔻䊘
䍬䊘㱮㚬䃥䃥
䝁㒐
䄷䃥㚬
㕜䝁㲨㷲㫅
㒐䊘䃥䔻㭪
䒵㕜 㣟㕜䍬㰛 䄷䝁㷲㲨䔻䒆㱮 䍬 㚻䊘䂷㭪䃥䍬㷲 㭪㚻㚬䍿䃥㚬䊘㰛 㷲䝁䝁㥪㚬㲨 䝁䒆 㫅䔻䃥䄷 䍬 㚻䄷䍬䒆㱮㚬䍬㢶㷲㚬 㚬䥘䍿䊘㚬㭪㭪䔻䝁䒆 䍬㭪 䄷㚬 㭪䃥䍬䊘㚬㲨 䔻䒆䃥㚬䒆䃥㷲䂷 䍬䃥 㶡㕜 䴠䍬䒆’㭪 㲨㚬䍿䍬䊘䃥䔻䒆㱮 㒐䔻㱮㕜䊘㚬 䍬䒆㲨 䃥䄷㚬䒆 䍬䃥 䃥䄷㚬 䍖䍬㭪䃥 㒐㷲㚬㚬䃥 䔻䒆 䃥䄷㚬 䍖䝁䊘䃥㚬䥘䇫
䴠䔻䒆䍬㷲㷲䂷㰛