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... progress, but not much. This Doomsday Requiem Spear is a desperate struggle after despair, a last-ditch effort after betting everything, yet you’re only thinking of defense. Your mind is disturbed, I smell the scent of fear.”
Miss Clown’s mask smiled even more grotesquely.
Thus, after dropping the fourth head, she struck again.
This time, the Wild Hunt Witch no longer defended but chose to counterattack, red light against white light, tip against tip.
However, aft ...
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