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She is lightly exclaimed, feeling the ‘green’ in her hand is slightly hot.

At this moment, Brando is in a chaotic mind.

It seems as if many memories have come in, and they have turned into chaotic fragments and pictures, and they are flashing in front of his eyes. It’s like a fast-moving movie, the speed of the screen switching is fast enough to be dazzling and dazzling.

The picture is in Bucce, in Riedenburg, in Bruglas, like a life-and-death struggle in the dark forest, and sometimes a banquet in the dim light, staggered, silhouette 憧憧.

Or the mountains of Golan Elson, the gentle slopes of the black pine forest, the castle, the manor, the marching team, the people and the horses, the wind lamps hanging on the saddle, the Knight with a metal mask .

Like Ampere Searl and Fortress Fir, the crafty plots and machinations after heavy screen, he heard vocals arguing. The sound of Her Highness the Princess, the voice of Miss Adviser, the voice of Freya, and finally all kinds of sounds screamed. It bothered him.

But in such a variety of light and shadow, his heart was surprisingly quiet.

He remembered something.

Thurman and he said… Marsha wants Black Iron races to fight and defeat Twilight, but this hope is so illusory, as if it is just frustrating desperation in that respect.

This is one of the Age of Mortals.

All he is familiar with is whether it is Princess Gryphine, His Royal Highness, and Aouine’s Valkyrie who followed one’s own past, and some too serious Miss Adviser.

Or reopen a bar in the Minteye area. Every time I see Red Copper Dragon Leto, who will laugh, and everyone else. In one’s own memory, he saw Kiara, who pressed the crystal pendant of Sifah into his palm, Fina into a rage in his family castle, and Choco Knight who admired him…

Many, many people…

He hopes that all this can be preserved. He does not agree with Constance’s philosophy. He does not dare to agree with Tree Shepherd’s approach. Perhaps Dragon of Darkness Odin harbors this world with lofty intentions, but his approach is not necessarily correct.

He believes in himself and believes in Marsha. I believe that even in the game, players can beat Dragon of Twilight, I believe that in this World, he can do the same.

But this moment.

He is doubtful.

Because he deeply understands in his heart, he also lacks confidence in his heart.

If I am wrong? How can the weak mortal be able to resist the power of terrifying? Maybe The Silver Queen, Odin, and Tree Shepherd’s are not wrong…

Because Mother Marsha may be really wrong.

You should choose another path from the beginning.

He is embarrassed, but the sound of white in his mind seems a little anxious: “Brando, you bastard, wake up!”

The elf lady is finally regretting now. At first, it should not be so aggressive, letting Brando isolate himself from a corner of his spiritual world, so that nowadays it should not be called every day.

Because of the loss of the ability to spy on the other side of the Spirit World. She didn’t know what kind of state Brando was in now, but this guy dared to daze in front of Dragon of Twilight. She really didn’t know if the student’s one’s own gas is good or if she would hang it up and stop it.

Unfortunately, Brando obviously couldn’t understand the anxiety of the lady, so that all her churches were throw a stone and see it sink without trace in the sea.

She looks towards the direction of the Dragon of Twilight.

‘miss merchant’ took off the Gwendolyn’s arms after a moment of earning. To be exact, the latter has been difficult to maintain in the previous position, as the closest to ‘Romaine’. She is the first to bear the brunt and suffer the most.

At this moment, she has lost her ability to maintain her original shape and has returned to a weak human form. She has her eyes closed, her forehead is full of blood, and the moorings slide down the cheeks, turning into blood beads floating in the absence of gravity. In the universe.

She lost her arm, and the blood at the break was flowing like a waterfall, and the blood of golden appeared shining on the Vaunde skyline.

Dragon of Twilight pinched her chin, Gwendolyn had long lost consciousness, and the bones on her body didn’t know how many roots were broken. She could only let the former hold one’s own head, and the blood foam couldn’t stop her mouth. It rushed out and flowed to the ‘Romaine’ hand, but the latter didn’t care.

She gently pointed a finger on the back of the dragon’s lips, a piece of golden on her finger, then put it on her lips, sticking out her tongue and licking it.

In front of her, I don’t know when there was a black light cage, only in the cage bigger than the fist, it was exactly Miss Fairy.

Tata looked at her palely, and Romaine used her other hand to throw away the lost consciousness. She held up her palm, the golden slate in the palm of her hand.