Unqualified Magician
On the winding mountain road, rows and rows of pitch black, intricately inscribed searchlights shot out the brilliance that pierced the night sky.
The incandescent light plunged the entire mountain road and forest into a sea of ​​white.
In the dense forest, one after another with red eyes, they looked at the searchlights that exuded dazzling brilliance with disgust.
Whenever the brilliance hits, the naked skin of the Dead Apostle suddenly makes a sizzling sound, and there seems to be a faint smell of meat that permeates the forest.
Finally, the group of dead disciples who couldn’t bear the pain waved their sharp claws and charged towards the searchlight with hideous faces.
Tens of thousands of dead disciples gathered together, looking down from the sky, like a black cloth covering the entire mountain range.
The Knight Leader, who noticed the attack of the Dead Apostles, raised his gun shield indifferently and pointed the blood-stained gun shield in front of him.
“The twenty-first wave, eat them in 3 minutes.”
“The Gospel of John,

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