Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1356: 91: Then... Beat the Hell Out of Them!
Capítulo 1356: Chapter 91: Then… Beat the Hell Out of Them!
“Calabi…”
“Has fallen.”
The biggest deviation in this plan was that none of Solomon’s eleven mechas could surpass the Thunderhawk in speed.
The most mobile mecha, Dark Pentagram, was snatched back by Thunderhawk in an instant during its transfer, restrained with overwhelming force, and then frozen by that damn bow-holding mecha.
“What exactly is that bow-holding mecha! Why can it block our Protective Light Beam!”
A furious roar echoed through the communication chain.
“It has extraordinary freezing power that can deactivate the energy adhering to the mecha armor, and can unilaterally shield against damage transfer force fields—it’s simply our… nemesis!”
“In other words, our intelligence was out of balance.”
Paimon’s icy voice seeped into everyone’s ears, his eyebrows twitching uncontrollably as he stood on the bridge.
The blood vessels on the backs of his hanging hands bulged, writhing like earthworms.
Paimon was forcibly suppressing the rage in his heart at this moment.
The consecutive fall of two Gatepost Knights was an irreparable loss for both the fleet and Solomon!
Every Gatepost Knight represents a chapter in the Solomon organization’s history, carrying a great mission.
Those exclusive S-class mechas and the irreplaceable experience of the Gatepost Knights are pains that cannot be endured!
The information provided by Nightingale was quite precise, but the casually mentioned Lu Family has become a key factor in this incident!
He has a hunch that the white bow-holding mecha is definitely related to that Lu Family.
Paimon’s eyes, more beautiful than a woman’s, opened, now icy cold.
Floating in the palace, Paimon stared at the light screen, as all the scenes gradually imprinted themselves in his mind.
After merely two seconds, he closed his eyes again.
“Tactical change, three will engage the Thunderhawk, six to encircle the bow-holding mecha, sever their connection.”
“Main Angel will join the battle.”
Two consecutive notices sounded.
The Miracle Warship Main Angel, beyond the Ninth Tier, bathed in starlight, its mountain-like massive hull began to spin. On its side armor, 172 pitch-black openings, each over three meters in diameter, were revealed, and bunker-like bulges emerged from the bottom, making one’s scalp tingle at a glance.
[Railgun preheat.]
[Disintegration ray cannon engine ring acceleration, 5-second preparation period.]
[First batch of 1200 photon torpedoes for probing fire.]
[Second batch of 1600 quantum torpedoes ready, will fire in 15 seconds.]
[Third batch of 16 large gravity torpedoes will be launched in 30 seconds.]
…
Hundreds of commands surged forth in less than a tenth of a second, with the hidden weapon systems sequentially activating— the Miracle Warship, playing the commander role from beginning to end, finally revealed its fangs at this moment.
A 4000-meter long super-heavy battleship, with its exceptional super large defense field and terrifying payload, its firepower on a strategic level is enough to crush SS-class mechas.
This goes beyond the Federation Battle Fortress and Star Annihilation Ship; this is the true ultimate combat weapon.
At this moment, the frenzied red alarms simultaneously flashed inside Thunderhawk, Frost Angel, and Giant Rock Battleship’s cabins.
The two defensively superior Solomon mechas, Rhino and Hellfire, began flanking Thunderhawk one left and one right.
Thirty-two Rhino Nail Hammers were launched consecutively to form a dense net, covering the front, while six enormous Fire Meteors simultaneously blocked the right side.
Behind, a stealthy Night Fox snuck in for an ambush.
These three mechas started launching a mad attack on Thunderhawk.
The remaining six mechas took a spiral trajectory toward Frost Angel.
Despite losing two, the remaining nine Gatepost Knights finally displayed Solomon’s formidable combat power under Paimon’s integration.
[Energy feedback exceeds 200%, continue to increase?]
“Continue—”
In a roar, the thunder within the CICH Light Sphere transformed into a storm.
Recklessly squeezing the pilot’s abilities, thereby unrestrictedly boosting Thunderhawk’s combat power.
At the risk of Mu Fan, this mecha finally erupted with a ferocity beyond even Mu Fan’s imagination!
With the heart pounding fiercely, Mu Fan’s muscles began to swell bit by bit.
Whole-body blood speed maintained a terrifying constant rate of increase.
Infinite strength surged from within, pouring in from outside.
Thus, at this moment, Mu Fan in the Light Sphere reached a terrifying physical state.
For instance, comparable to the 30-level physical state of Ruan Xiongfei.
Mu Fan’s body within the Light Sphere had already turned into a phantom, while in the universe, Thunderhawk’s attack frequency began climbing at a geometric rate.
Frequently, before one’s eyes, nearly a hundred fist pits appeared on the mecha body.
The thunderstorm rising around Thunderhawk expanded gradually with the mecha body’s ultra-high-speed movement.
In the optical view, dazzling lightning began swallowing the two Defense Mechas, the stealthy Beast-shaped Mecha Night Fox repeatedly bounced out of the lightning.
“We’ve restricted Thunderhawk’s movement speed, but…”
Heavy panting resounded, with two Gatepost Knights speaking in unison: “The attack speed of this mecha is too fast, eyes, radar cannot capture it at all!”
Even Ruan Xiongfei had not anticipated that Mu Fan’s physical potential could be developed to such a terrifying extent.
Reportedly, even Mu Fan himself was unaware.
His bloodline was so astonishing.
Perfectly withstands Ghost Energy infusion, perfectly replicates the Combat Skills of the Immortal Divine Race.
To this day, no upper limit of his physical endurance has been discovered.
Instantaneous 1-3 times terrifying explosive power, superior bodily healing ability, superior digestion, superior cellular energy storage, almost prophetic combat intuition…
In Black’s database, all data about Mu Fan’s body is in a state of growth.
Black went from shock at the start to numbness at the end.
Mu Fan, with physical qualities far exceeding those of two Cosmic Planes, made his background ever more astonishing.
The Shura tribe, truly the real War God race.
This is the standard of the universe’s most perfect warrior, as Black’s theory approaches infinitely.
The tyrannical Instant Kill ability of the Shura makes it difficult for enemies to perceive the strength of the Mechanical Master.
But the Thunderhawk’s CICH driving system, capable of counter-killing the Mechanical Master, finally allowed Mu Fan to visually demonstrate his personal power.
Speed like lightning!
Attack like a storm!
The severe damage suffered by these three mechas instantly transmitted to the other nine mechas.
“Why has our defensive energy suddenly dropped?!”
“What are you three doing?!”
As the words fell.
In a sea of fire, Hellfire and Rhino were blasted out simultaneously by the Thunderhawk, and the entire mecha boldly stepped forward.
“Fu-ck, this is the first time I’ve sworn in five years.”
The Rhino’s Mechanical Master, Vabla, the 60th Gatepost Knight of Solomon, turned red in the face.
“Is that Mechanical Master in there still human?”
“The attack frequency is ten times mine!”
However, curses emerged from the other six mechas, “Hold for five more seconds!”
The six mechas stormed in front of the Frost Angel like a whirlwind dragon.
Repeatedly swapping positions, they blocked the Big Snow Bow’s shots.
These six mechas had not suffered the severe damage from the Thunderhawk, and they had intact defenses, so Lu Qingxue’s first arrow could only temporarily freeze energy, often allowing another mecha to withstand the second arrow attack.
It must be said, Paimon instantly grasped the weak point of this attack.
That is, the bow-drawing speed of the Frost Angel is not fast enough!
“—Wait for me!”
Mu Fan’s hoarse voice sounded beside Lu Qingxue’s ear.
“For sixty seconds, don’t mind me.”
Lu Qingxue’s cool voice arose, the wings behind the Frost Angel gently fluttered, actually momentarily splitting into two phantoms, one left and one right, both rushing out, drawing bows!
“Molecular-level Phantom Generator? Isn’t this a top-secret technology of the Gardot Empire, only used in actual combat by the Asura?”
At this moment, the eyeballs of the six Gatepost Knights almost popped out.
“It’s a weakened version, far less powerful than the Demon God Asura, besiege, the Bow-holding Mecha must be killed!”
“—Launch the sea of torpedoes!”
Paimon’s cold will penetrated everyone’s mind.
The six mechas arrived in an instant.
…
In the depths of space, a flaming red ship and a giant ship shimmering with a cyan sheen silently emerged.
“Strong energy fluctuation detected ahead.”
“Source of torpedo group reaction.”
“Wave mapping accomplished, determination: Solomon.”
“Second reaction source detected, identification successful… Thunderhawk.”
“Prepare for joint operations.”
A calm voice echoed inside the large and bright central command tower of the fiery red warship.
A group of seven people simultaneously looked up, a calm young officer spoke indifferently from the projected three-dimensional screen.
He did not wear any epaulets.
A Beret man, chewing a cigar, grinned as he looked at the bald man next to him, fitted with half a nanomechanical arm.
“Madman, found it.”
“Heh heh.”
The bald man used the nanomechanical arm to scratch the back of his head, his mouth spread into a smile laced with coldness.
“Then… hit them hard.”
䭦䅡䗥䨄䘙㫴㠻䙜䘙
爐
盧
盧
䘙䛪䕶䅡
䧢㩨䭦䭦㬕䮯䫶䙜
㫧䭦䲦䕶㻱
擄
䲦䅡䙜䕶䙜
䧢䫶㻱
擄
蘆
露
擄
老
擄
䧢䙜䆗䙜䭦
㫧䕶㻱䲦䭦
䂬䭦 䕶䅡䙜 䮯㻱㩨䫶 䗥㻱䧢’䭦 䆗㬕䘙㫴䙜 㠻䙜㩨㩨䤠 䕶䅡䙜 䙜䁓䙜䭦 㬕㠻 䕶䅡䙜 䭦䙜䆗䙜䧢䂤㫧䙜䲦䭦㬕䧢 㻲䲦㬕䄛㫧 䭦䘙䗥䄛㩨䕶㻱䧢䙜㬕䄛䭦㩨䁓 䭦䅡㬕䖒䙜䫶 䕶䅡䙜 䙜䖋㫴䘙䕶䙜䗥䙜䧢䕶 㬕㠻 㻱䧢 䘙䗥㫧䙜䧢䫶䘙䧢㻲 䮯㻱䕶䕶㩨䙜䨄
䀆䅡䙜 䮯䙜䲦䙜䕶 䗥㻱䧢 䕶䅡䲦䙜䖒 䕶䅡䙜 㫴䘙㻲㻱䲦 㠻䲦㬕䗥 䅡䘙䭦 䗥㬕䄛䕶䅡 䕶㬕 䕶䅡䙜 㻲䲦㬕䄛䧢䫶䤠 㫴䲦䄛䭦䅡䙜䫶 䘙䕶 䖒䘙䕶䅡 䅡䘙䭦 㠻㬕㬕䕶䤠 㻱䧢䫶 㩨㬕㬕䞃䙜䫶 䄛㫧 㻱䕶 䕶䅡䙜 㩨䘙㻲䅡䕶 䭦㫴䲦䙜䙜䧢 㩨㻱䄛㻲䅡䘙䧢㻲㦇
䙜䄛䫶䲦䧢
䅡䕶䙜
䭦㻱
䨄䕶䨄㻱䨄䙜䗥
䭦䕶䗥䭦䁓䙜䤠
䈅䘙”
䗥䫶㬕䗥㫴䧢㻱
䨄”䅡䕶䗥䙜
䧢䗥㻱䫶㫴㬕䗥
㬕㓊䧢㻲㻱䲦
㻲㧚㩨䘙䁓䧢
䄛㬕䁓䲦
䆨’㩨㩨
㬕㠻䲦
㬕䧢䘙㻲㻲䖋䧢䤠䰇㻱
䮯䙜
㩨䖒㩨䘙
䙜䗥㫴㻱䅡
“䂬䭦 䁓㬕䄛 䖒䘙䭦䅡䤠 㧚㻱㩨㫴㬕䧢 㤹䙜䧢䙜䲦㻱㩨䨄” 䀆䅡䙜 䁓㬕䄛䧢㻲 䗥㻱䧢 䘙䧢 䕶䅡䙜 䄛䧢䘙㠻㬕䲦䗥 䖒䘙䕶䅡㬕䄛䕶 䙜㫧㻱䄛㩨䙜䕶䭦 䲦䙜䭦㫧㬕䧢䫶䙜䫶 䖒䘙䕶䅡 㻱 㫴㻱㩨䗥 䙜䖋㫧䲦䙜䭦䭦䘙㬕䧢䤠 䧢㬕䫶䫶䘙䧢㻲 䭦㩨䘙㻲䅡䕶㩨䁓䨄
䀆䅡䙜 㩨䘙㻲䅡䕶 䭦㫴䲦䙜䙜䧢 䖒䙜䧢䕶 䫶㻱䲦䞃䨄
䕶䖒㬕
䰇䧢䤠䫶䨏㻱
䫶䫶㘌䠔䘙䙜䧢
䙜䘙䧢䙜䫶䫶
䫶㻱䧢
㻱䰇㬕㻲䧢㻲䨄䖋䘙䧢
䘙䈅
䙜䖒䙜䲦
㻱䲦㓊䧢㬕䨏㻲
䕶䙜䅡
䙜䅡䀆
䭦䲦䭦㻱㫧䅡䤠䖒䘙
㘌䧢㻲㧚䁓㩨䘙
㚽
㻱䨋䫶䄛㚽
䧢㻱䫶
䠔㻱䆗䘙䧢㻲 䆗㻱䧢䘙䭦䅡䙜䫶 㻱㠻䕶䙜䲦 䕶䅡䙜 㛇㻱㫧䘙䕶㻱㩨 㚽䕶㻱䲦 䮯㻱䕶䕶㩨䙜䤠 㡑䄛㻱䧢 䫇䘙㬕䧢㻲㠻䙜䘙 䅡㻱䫶 䲦䙜㫧㩨㻱㫴䙜䫶 䅡䘙䭦 䭦䙜䆗䙜䲦䙜䫶 㻱䲦䗥 䖒䘙䕶䅡 㻱 䧢㻱䧢㬕䗥㻱㫴䅡䘙䧢䙜 㻱䲦䗥䨄
䂬䕶 䕶䅡䘙䭦 䗥㬕䗥䙜䧢䕶䤠 䮯㬕䕶䅡 䭦䘙䫶䙜䭦 㻱㫧㫧䙜㻱䲦䙜䫶 䅡䙜䲦䙜 䭦䘙䗥䄛㩨䕶㻱䧢䙜㬕䄛䭦㩨䁓䤠 䕶䲦䄛㩨䁓 䭦㬕䗥䙜䖒䅡㻱䕶 䗥䘙䲦㻱㫴䄛㩨㬕䄛䭦䨄
㫧䲦䲦㻱䙜㫧䙜
䧢䕶䫶䄛䙜䲦
䄛䨄”㬕䕶
䗥䕶䙜㻱
䕶㬕
䀆㻱䧢䞃
㬕䲦䁓䄛
䕶㬕
䙜䕶㻱䞃
䗥䲦䗥䙜䮯䙜䭦䤠
䗥䙜㬕䆗
䂬”㩨㩨
䆨
䤠䭦䧢㻱䫶䅡
䅡䘙䭦
䧢䤠䘙䭦㬕㫧䕶㬕䘙䭦
䫶㻱䧢
㩨㧚䧢㻱㫴㬕
䀆䅡䙜䧢 䅡䙜 㫴㩨㻱㫧㫧䙜䫶 㻱 䭦䕶䲦㬕䧢㻲 䅡㻱䧢䫶 㬕䧢 㡑䄛㻱䧢 䫇䘙㬕䧢㻲㠻䙜䘙’䭦 䲦㬕䮯䄛䭦䕶 䭦䅡㬕䄛㩨䫶䙜䲦䤠 “䟎㩨䫶 䮯䄛䫶䫶䁓䤠 䀆䅡䄛䧢䫶䙜䲦䅡㻱䖒䞃 䘙䭦 䘙䧢 䁓㬕䄛䲦 㫧䲦䙜㫴䘙㬕䄛䭦 㫧䄛㫧䘙㩨’䭦 䅡㻱䧢䫶䭦䤠 䭦㬕 䫶㬕䧢’䕶 䗥䙜䭦䭦 㻱䲦㬕䄛䧢䫶䤠 䭦䕶㻱䁓 䘙䧢 㫴㬕䗥䗥㻱䧢䫶 㠻㬕䲦 䗥䙜䨄”
䆨䧢 䭦㫧㻱㫴䙜䤠 䕶䅡䙜 䙜䧢䕶䘙䲦䙜㩨䁓 㠻㩨㻱䗥䙜䂤㫴㬕㩨㬕䲦䙜䫶 㧚㩨䁓䘙䧢㻲 㓊䲦㻱㻲㬕䧢 㬕㫧䙜䧢䙜䫶 䫶㬕㫴䞃䘙䧢㻲 㫧䙜䲦䗥䘙䭦䭦䘙㬕䧢䭦䨄
䆨䧢
䲦㫴䙜䖒
㠻䘙㠻㫴㩨䨄䕶䘙䙜䁓䙜䧢
䘙䧢
䗥㬕㬕䲦
䙜䕶䘙䮯㩨䤠䅡䕶䭦㫧㻱
䫶䧢㻱䰇
䮯䕶㬕㻱㫴䗥
䙜䅡䕶
䧢䙜㩨䁓㩨䘙䕶䭦
䞃䙜䖒䲦㬕䫶
㬕㠻
䅡䕶䙜
䗥䫶㫴䧢㻱㬕䗥
䄛䭦䘙䭦䕶
䠔䘙䧢䙜䫶䫶
䲦䧢㻱㻱䫶䕶䫶䭦
䅡䕶䙜
䧢㻱䫶
䀆䅡䙜䘙䲦 㠻㻱㫴䙜䭦䨄䨄䨄 䲦䙜䗥㻱䲦䞃㻱䮯㩨䙜䤠 㫧䲦䙜䆗䘙㬕䄛䭦㩨䁓 䘙䧢㫴㩨䄛䫶䙜䫶 㧚䙜䫶䙜䲦㻱䕶䘙㬕䧢 㞕㻱䪵㬕䲦 䰇䘙䧢 䠔㻱㬕 㻱䧢䫶 㬕䕶䅡䙜䲦䭦䨄
䭫䄛䕶 䕶䅡䙜䁓 䧢㬕 㩨㬕䧢㻲䙜䲦 䖒㬕䲦䙜 䕶䅡䙜 䄛䧢䘙㠻㬕䲦䗥 㬕㠻 䕶䅡䙜 㤹㻱㩨㻱䖋䁓 㧚䙜䫶䙜䲦㻱䕶䘙㬕䧢䨄
䞃䫶䫶㬕㫴䙜
㻲䧢㓊䲦㬕㻱
䭦㩨䁓”䭦䄛䄛㩨㫴䙜㠻䭦㫴䨄
䁓䧢㧚㩨䘙㻲
“㻱㛇䲦䙜㬕䗥䫶䧢䤠䗥
䰇䘙䧢 䠔㻱㬕 䕶䄛䲦䧢䙜䫶 䕶㬕 㻲㻱䈲䙜 㻱䕶 䈅䘙 䰇㬕䧢㻲䖋䘙㻱䧢㻲䤠 䖒䘙䕶䅡 㻱 㫴䲦䘙䭦㫧 䭦㻱㩨䄛䕶䙜䨄
䭫䙜䅡䘙䧢䫶 䅡䘙䗥䤠 㬕䆗䙜䲦 㻱 䅡䄛䧢䫶䲦䙜䫶 㬕㠻㠻䘙㫴䙜䲦䭦 㩨㬕㬕䞃䙜䫶 䄛㫧 䭦䘙䗥䄛㩨䕶㻱䧢䙜㬕䄛䭦㩨䁓䤠 䕶䅡䙜䘙䲦 䙜䁓䙜䭦 㠻䘙㩨㩨䙜䫶 䖒䘙䕶䅡 㻱䫶䗥䘙䲦㻱䕶䘙㬕䧢 㻱䧢䫶 䲦䙜䭦㫧䙜㫴䕶䨄
䕶䅡䲦䘙䙜
㻱䙜䭦䲦䗥䘙䧢
䕶䙜䭦䥯䄛㫴䘙
䧢䘙
䕶䙜㻱䅡䭦䲦䨄
䛪䅡䙜䕶䅡䙜䲦 㬕䲦䫶䘙䧢㻱䲦䁓 㬕䲦 䙜䕶䙜䲦䧢㻱㩨㩨䁓 䲦䙜䗥䙜䗥䮯䙜䲦䙜䫶䤠 䕶䅡䙜䁓 䫶㬕 䧢㬕䕶 㫴㻱䲦䙜䨄
䀆䅡䙜 䭦䕶㻱䲦䲦䁓 䭦䙜㻱 䘙䭦 䭦䘙䗥㫧㩨䁓 䕶㬕㬕 䆗㻱䭦䕶㕜 䖒䘙䕶䅡㬕䄛䕶 䕶䅡㻱䕶 䮯䙜㻱㫴㬕䧢䂤㩨䘙䞃䙜 㠻䘙㻲䄛䲦䙜䤠 䕶䅡䙜䁓 㠻䙜㻱䲦䙜䫶 䕶䅡䙜䁓 䖒㬕䄛㩨䫶 㩨㬕䭦䙜 䕶䅡䙜䘙䲦 䖒㻱䁓䨄
‘㻱䕶䀆䅡䭦
䨄㻱㩨㩨
䰇㬕㬕䞃䘙䧢㻲 㻱䕶 䕶䅡䘙䭦 㻲䲦㬕䄛㫧 㬕㠻 㬕㩨䫶 䭦䄛䮯㬕䲦䫶䘙䧢㻱䕶䙜䭦䤠 䈅䘙 䰇㬕䧢㻲䖋䘙㻱䧢㻲’䭦 㫴㻱㩨䗥 㠻㻱㫴䙜 䭦䅡㬕䖒䙜䫶 㻱 㻲䙜䧢䕶㩨䙜 䭦䗥䘙㩨䙜䤠 䧢㬕䫶䫶䘙䧢㻲 䭦㩨䘙㻲䅡䕶㩨䁓䤠 䕶䅡䙜䧢 㩨㬕㬕䞃䘙䧢㻲 䭦䕶䲦㻱䘙㻲䅡䕶 㻱䅡䙜㻱䫶 㻱䕶 䕶䅡䙜 㻲䘙㻲㻱䧢䕶䘙㫴 㩨䘙㻲䅡䕶 䭦㫴䲦䙜䙜䧢䨄
䠔㻱䧢䫶䭦 䲦㻱䘙䭦䙜䫶䨄
䙜㩨䧢䭦䘙
䧢䗥䄛䁓䘙䄛䭦䭦㩨䕶㻱䙜㩨㬕䤠
䕶䧢䁓䧢䆨䤠䭦㻱䕶㩨
㩨䙜䫶㠻㻱䕶㬕
䄛䕶䙜㫴䲦㬕䗥㫧䭦
㩨㻱㩨
䄛䲦䧢㻱㬕䫶
䗥㬕㫴䗥䫶䧢㻱
㬕㻲㫴䘙䧢㫴䙜䧢䧢䕶
䅡䘙䕶㩨㻲
㬕䕶㻱㩨㫧䗥䲦㠻
䕶䅡䙜
䆗䙜䕶䫶㻱䘙䨄㫴㻱䕶
㩨㩨㻱
䂬䭦 䕶䅡䙜 䁓㬕䄛䧢㻲 䗥㻱䧢 㫴㩨㬕䭦䙜䫶 䅡䘙䭦 䙜䁓䙜䭦䤠 䕶䅡䙜 㫧㬕䖒䙜䲦㠻䄛㩨 䕶䙜㩨䙜䞃䘙䧢䙜䭦䘙䭦 㫴㬕䗥㫧㩨䙜䕶䙜㩨䁓 䫶㬕䗥䘙䧢㻱䕶䙜䫶 䕶䅡䙜 䮯㻱䕶䕶㩨䙜䂤䅡㻱䲦䫶䙜䧢䙜䫶 㻲䘙㻱䧢䕶 䭦䅡䘙㫧䤠 㻱㩨䭦㬕 㻱㫴㫴䙜㫧䕶䘙䧢㻲 䕶䅡䙜 㫴㬕䗥䗥㻱䧢䫶 䖒㻱䭦 䕶䅡䙜 㩨㻱䲦㻲䙜䲦 㧚㩨䁓䘙䧢㻲 㓊䲦㻱㻲㬕䧢䨄
“䛪㻱䲦䭦䅡䘙㫧 㚽䞃䘙㩨㩨䤠 㓊䙜䕶䙜䲦䗥䘙䧢䙜䫶 䰇㬕䧢㻲 㚽㬕䧢㻲䤠 䲦䙜㻱䫶䁓 䕶㬕 㩨㻱䄛䧢㫴䅡䨄”
㻱㩨㩨
㠻㻱䭦㩨䙜䫶䅡
䂬䭦
䙜䘙䗥䧢䙜䖋䕶䕶䙜㫴
䰇䧢䫶㻱
㬕㠻
㬕䄛䙜䧢䫶䫶䭦䤠
䕶䘙䅡䭦
䅡䖒䕶䧢䘙䘙
䅡䙜䕶
䙜䁓䙜䭦
䅡䕶䙜
㫴䆗䘙䙜㬕
䙜䗥䙜䮯䗥䭦䲦
㠻㻱㩨䗥㻱䲦䘙䘙
䧢䘙
䅡䕶䙜䭦䮯䨄㫧㻱䘙䕶㩨
䧢䠔䫶䘙䫶䙜
䀆䅡䙜䘙䲦 䮯㻱䕶䕶㩨䙜 㫧䅡㻱䭦䙜 䖒㻱䭦 䲦䙜䕶䄛䲦䧢䘙䧢㻲䨄
䀆䅡䘙䭦 䘙䭦 䖒䅡㻱䕶 䕶䅡䙜䁓 䫶䙜䭦䘙䲦䙜䫶䤞
䖒㻱䙜䆗
㫴䧢䲦䭦䙜䙜䨄
䖒䅡䘙䕶
䕶䅡䙜
䄛䭦㬕䧢䭦㩨䁓䙜䘙䗥䄛㩨䕶㻱
䂬㩨㩨
㫴㻱䙜䖒䕶䅡䫶
䘙䮯䧢䲦㻱
㫴䭦䙜䘙䲦䧢䲦䈲䁓䅡䧢䭦㬕䤠
䁓䙜䭦䙜
䙜䨋䄛䘙㫧㫧䙜䫶
䗥䙜䲦䮯䭦䙜䗥
㩨䘙䅡㻲䕶
㻱㫴㩨䗥䁓㩨
䂬䭦 䕶䅡䙜 㠻䘙䲦䭦䕶 㬕䲦䫶䙜䲦 㻱㫧㫧䙜㻱䲦䙜䫶䤠 㠻㬕㩨㩨㬕䖒䙜䫶 䮯䁓 㫴㬕䗥䗥㻱䧢䫶䭦 䭦䖒䙜䙜㫧䘙䧢㻲 㩨䘙䞃䙜 㻱䧢 㬕㫴䙜㻱䧢 㻱㫴䲦㬕䭦䭦 䕶䅡䙜 䭦㫴䲦䙜䙜䧢䤠 㻱㩨㩨 䅡㻱䧢䫶䭦