"Why don't you start?"

Magnus retracted his thoughts, holding the Anu-Ninurta Blade in his hand.

The two sharp horns on the chest of the Red Devil's armor lengthened, and arcs of psionic energy flashed on them.

"Me, anytime."

St. Giles carried the spear of the end of the work, and his body moved and flew straight forward.

However, he had just left a few dozen meters, and suddenly thought that his restriction was that he could not use his wings, so he hurriedly landed and stepped on the sand with both feet

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