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... power to cut the soul, it wasn’t easy to heal even if he poured potions on himself as if he were taking a shower. In particular, the stab he’d sustained in the abdomen was at the level of the Heart Sword, so he hadn’t been able to block it properly, leaving a large wound.


"Ahaha, if I die of excessive bleeding like this, there won’t be a death as funny as this.” Galak walked across the empty church to the central altar, enduring the pain of his entire body feeling as if it were on fir ...

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