A drop of transparent liquid also landed on Cesare's cheek at the same time, and the boy subconsciously touched it with his hand, there was no temperature or taste, it was as clean as early morning dew.

Cesare quickly thought of the holy water that was used in the church to restrain magic, and his instinct told him that there must be some kind of connection between the two.

The mycelium that dared to continue the pursuit withered to ash as soon as it touched the flames, and the nightmarish existence of the black pressure was stopped from the wall of fire and could not do anything.

They could only watch as the "dinner" drifted away from them, and when the walls of holy fire burned out, it was too late to catch up.

Cesare with Ilo......

"On the Throne" Volume I Chapter 239 She's My Man I'm hitting her hand, please wait a moment,

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