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... k the sky, Raidorl laughed loudly as if he were mad.
All around him, the noxious miasma was raging like a mad wind. It was a horrible sight that chilled everyone to the core, but Raidorl, who was in the middle of it, was not afraid.
On the contrary, he squinted his eyes and lifted his lips into a crescent moon as if he was comfortable with the rush of evil around him.
“This is the holy sword! This is my power! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
A feeling of omnipotence ...
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