The moon was overcast and the stars were dim.

A cold mist obscured a large expanse of silvery moonlight.

A group of superheroes led by the motherland stared at the corpse of the soldier boy, their faces showing a bit of excitement and joy.

Especially when the cold wind is blowing, the heart is even more excited.

The soldier boy's face was dead, and his eyes widened with a miserable look.

The temperature on the body gradually dissipated, and the stiff corpse was poked against the wall by the Excalibur, dripping

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