The fantasy prototype of the type moon
"The reason why I want to be a magician is, of course, because it's romantic enough."
"It's so romantic that I can present my brain hole in this world in a magical way!" Facing the treasure that was enough to dissociate all things, Chen Qi stood in place and smiled.
That Angzang's posture seems to be able to compete with the sun and the moon at this moment. I saw him raise his arms high, and pure white light overflowed from his body, cutting through the vast darkness.
"Listen to the sound of the engine! Look at this overflowing power!
"It's not enough to worry about a mere heroic spirit!"
"—Come on, Moonlight Butterfly!"