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... gaged in combat, Lydia, piloting the fighter jet, had already soared above the clouds, with a distance exceeding five kilometers.
“My Lord, do we need to dispatch someone for pursuit?” Pope Alvis also hurried over, staring at the rapidly fleeing silver fighter jet in the far distance, his tone grave yet filled with anger as he asked.
“No, let’s go back,” the Holy Maiden shook her head.
With such speed, she feared no one but herself could catch up.
Moreover, she ha ...
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