light

It's light.

There is only light.

Unlike the wind, flying sand and gravel, swaying thousands of miles.

Before thunder, the stars struck with thunder, and the gods were scorched.

Like ice, but burning fiercely.

It's like fire, but it's cold to the bone.

The body in the middle of it existed as a teenager, but it no longer looked like a teenager.

The light that emanated from the center of the young man's body was lonely but faint, and warm and high-pitched.

It is a grand light that makes people forget to close their eyes to avoid, transpiration is smoke, implicating the wind and moon, and all the things that are irradiated are automatically stunned and stunned, no longer making a sound, even if the flowers and plants, solid-liquid gases, and plasma that grow in this world, in an instant, the thin branches and calyxes, and the fragrant dust will move.

It is an unfathomable strange light, not a thousand knots but as if condensed, drunk and decadent, people have to admit its power, inexplicably believe that its trampling hoarfrost, steaming into smoke, can bite through the essence of the years, decay for thousands of years, but will not bring people ferocious and cruel fear, but more like a kind of purifying mind, reminiscent of the "holy" brilliance dazzling.

The pomegranate stood in place, unrestrained, but unable to move.

Was it some kind of freeze-frame spell that was invisible to the naked eye?

However, the functioning of the body has entered a state of paralysis.

Then it was a shock.

That is the turmoil of the mind that must arise in the face of someone more powerful than oneself.

It was also when I saw the strange power that I had never seen before, and my subconscious couldn't help but be speechless.

Yes, it was the first time she had seen such a boss.

Presumably. Not many of them in their company of apostles would have the privilege of witnessing it for themselves.

Just, is this considered a kind of luck?

The pomegranate was speechless, and although the light was coming in her direction without limit, the spirits around her body were still struggling to hold on, unwilling to leave.

Then she saw it, and she shuddered and had to sigh at the unusually beautiful picture.

A lazy and wild teenager, his skin is no longer pure and fair.

Changed color, not a distorted pale, but a golden yellow indistinguishable from the color of his short, parted hair.

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light

It's light.

There is only light.

Unlike the wind, flying sand and gravel. Thousands of miles.

Not thunder. The stars are thundering, and the gods are scorched.

Like ice, but burning fiercely.

It's like fire, but it's cold to the bone.

The body in between. Exists as a teenager. But he no longer looks like a teenager.

The light emanating from the center of the boy's body. Lonely but hidden, warm swallowed but high-pitched.

It was a grand light that was forgotten to be avoided by closing one's eyes, steaming into smoke. Implicated in the wind and moon, all the things that were irradiated were automatically stunned and stunned, no longer making a sound, even if the flowers and plants, solid and liquid gases, and plasma states that grew in this world, they were thin and thin in an instant, and the fragrant dust moved.

It is an unfathomable strange light, not a thousand knots but as if condensed, drunk and decadent, people have to admit its power, inexplicably believe that its trampling hoarfrost, steaming into smoke, can bite through the essence of the years, decay for thousands of years, but will not bring people ferocious and cruel fear, but more like a kind of purifying mind, reminiscent of the "holy" brilliance dazzling.

The pomegranate stood in place, unrestrained, but unable to move.

Was it some kind of freeze-frame spell that was invisible to the naked eye?

However, the functioning of the body has entered a state of paralysis.

Then it was a shock.

That is the turmoil of the mind that must arise in the face of someone more powerful than oneself.

It was also when I saw the strange power that I had never seen before, and my subconscious couldn't help but be speechless.

Yes, it was the first time she had seen such a boss.

Presumably, there will not be many people in their Hunting Apostle Dispatch Company who will be lucky enough to witness it with their own eyes.

Just, is this considered a kind of luck?

The pomegranate was speechless, and although the light was coming in her direction without limit, the spirits around her body were still struggling to hold on, unwilling to leave.

Then she saw it, and she shuddered and had to sigh at the unusually beautiful picture.

A lazy and wild teenager, his skin is no longer pure and fair.

Changed color, not a distorted pale, but a golden yellow indistinguishable from the color of his short, parted hair.

light

It's light.

There is only light.

Unlike the wind, flying sand and gravel, swaying thousands of miles.

Before thunder, the stars struck with thunder, and the gods were scorched.

Like ice, but burning fiercely.

It's like fire, but it's cold to the bone.

The body in the middle of it existed as a teenager, but it no longer looked like a teenager.

The light that emanated from the center of the young man's body was lonely but faint, and warm and high-pitched.

It is a grand light that makes people forget to close their eyes to avoid, transpiration is smoke, implicating the wind and moon, and all the things that are irradiated are automatically stunned and stunned, no longer making a sound, even if the flowers and plants, solid-liquid gases, and plasma that grow in this world, in an instant, the thin branches and calyxes, and the fragrant dust will move.

It is an unfathomable strange light, not a thousand knots but as if condensed, drunk and decadent, people have to admit its power, inexplicably believe that its trampling hoarfrost, steaming into smoke, can bite through the essence of the years, decay for thousands of years, but will not bring people ferocious and cruel fear, but more like a kind of purifying mind, reminiscent of the "holy" brilliance dazzling.

The pomegranate stood in place, unrestrained, but unable to move.

Was it some kind of freeze-frame spell that was invisible to the naked eye?

However, the functioning of the body has entered a state of paralysis.

Then it was a shock.

That is the turmoil of the mind that must arise in the face of someone more powerful than oneself.

It was also when I saw the strange power that I had never seen before, and my subconscious couldn't help but be speechless.

Yes, it was the first time she had seen such a boss.

Presumably, there will not be many people in their Hunting Apostle Dispatch Company who will be lucky enough to witness it with their own eyes.

Just, is this considered a kind of luck?

The pomegranate was speechless, and although the light was coming in her direction without limit, the spirits around her body were still struggling to hold on, unwilling to leave.

Then she saw it, and she shuddered and had to sigh at the unusually beautiful picture.

A lazy and wild teenager, his skin is no longer pure and fair.

Changed color, not a distorted pale, but a golden yellow indistinguishable from the color of his short, parted hair.

light

It's light.

There is only light.

Unlike the wind, flying sand and gravel, swaying thousands of miles.

Before thunder, the stars struck with thunder, and the gods were scorched.

Like ice, but burning fiercely.

It's like fire, but it's cold to the bone. (To be continued.) )