Chapter 1689 &Amp;
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"Okay, okay." Wang Yan pressed his hands and said, "Don't be too happy, everyone. There is still an Asmodeus that we haven't taken down yet."
Too.
Because what Wang Yan did before was really shocking. As a result, everyone's attention was focused on him.
The war between Asmodeus and the Desert Emperor is already in a stalemate and an infinite loop.
Every time, after Asmodeus tried his best to wipe out the desert emperor's puppet army, before he could escape far, he was targeted by the desert emperor again like maggots attached to his bones, using sandstorms, quicksand whirlpools, and Anubis puppets. A wave of soldiers attacked and entangled.
In terms of strength, Asmod's army is many times stronger than the Desert Emperor alone.
But he couldn't stand the opponent's persistent pursuit, which brought endless trouble to the Asmodean army every time. He also wanted to peel potatoes, constantly causing losses to the Asmodean army.
The war has dragged on so far, and Asmodeus has been attacked more than ten times. Even though he has become more and more accustomed to this kind of sneak attacks and has become more cautious, and even knows how to use lich garbage skeletons to entangle the opponent, his army is still inevitable. The loss was nearly 30%.
If it weren't for Asmodeus's superior command, the army under his command might have been demoralized and collapsed.
Even so, some of the generals under Asmodeus were already in a state of extreme agitation. The endless killing gravel puppets, the quicksand whirlpools that appear all the time, and the guy called the Desert Emperor jump out from time to time to make sarcastic comments.
Everything is extremely irritating.
At this time.
Dozens of miles away, a brilliant energy burst out high in the sky.
Asmodeus's original gloomy expression became even more ugly: "Prince Night Blade has been eliminated." The one who sent out that signal was the most outstanding undead assassin and the most outstanding scout under his command.
Once Night Blade is eliminated, Demon Flame will be free to deal with him.
But now Asmodeus's army is still more than a hundred miles away from where he plans to cross the river.
Unless he abandons his ground troops and escapes quickly with only his fast-moving flying troops. Otherwise, the battle between him and the demon flame army will be inevitable.
"Chief, please make a decision." Sophia, the adjutant of the Fallen Angel, gritted her teeth and admonished, "We must abandon the skeleton warriors and corpse demons, and then cross the river as quickly as possible to join the Dark Saint's army."
"Send the order." Asmode said with a cold face, "All legendary lichs, the entire team of fallen angels, the entire team of skeleton dragons, and all legendary skeleton warriors, follow me. The rest of the units are stationed in place. Delay the enemy's actions as much as possible."
Asmodeus was also a decisive person. When he knew that there was nothing he could do, he immediately gave up the ground troops.
The flying units had already assembled in the air and were preparing to move at full speed towards the established target when a hearty laughter sounded: "Asmodeus, my dear ally, where are you going?"
As the sound falls.
A tall purgatory demon suddenly appeared in front of Asmod's army.
He just stood in the air, and even when he was single-handed, an invincible knight with thousands of troops stood out from him. It seemed that what was in front of him was not a powerful army, but seven or eight hundred chickens and dogs.
"Magic Flame!"
Asmodeus's pupils shrank, and his breath suddenly became colder. "You actually dare to intercept me single-handedly. Do you really think that I, Asmodeus, am a noob?"
"Half a demon moon." Wang Yan smiled calmly and said, "I bet that together with the Desert Emperor, I can definitely hold you back for half an hour. Of course, this assumes that you, Asmodeus, escape alone regardless of the casualties under his command. ”
"Impossible!" Asmodeus had a look of disbelief on his face. "Under the crushing force of my army, even if you have the strength of a demon king, you will definitely die."
"If you don't believe me, you can give it a try." Wang Yan shook his war hammer easily, "I didn't have a good time with Night Blade just now, so I just happened to be active with your army."
"Skeleton Dragon Troops, attack with the whole army." Asmodeus's face darkened and he waved his hand to command.
In the current situation, only by defeating Demon Flame, or forcing him back, can there be a chance of survival. Otherwise, if the army of demonic flames really gathers and pushes forward, he will definitely be defeated.
Dozens of legendary skeleton dragons were overwhelmingly attacking Wang Yan.
The breath of each of them is full of violent death energy. Once a siege situation is formed, ordinary demigods can definitely be dragged to death.
"The legendary skeleton dragon is quite powerful." Wang Yan stood alone in the sky with relaxed eyes. It was as if what was being killed was not a group of giant dragons, but a group of sparrows.
His wings moved, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the space.
The next moment, he appeared in the sky above a legendary skeletal dragon. He slammed the ugly fire hammer and burst out with light as bright as the blazing sun.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, the giant skeletal dragon didn't even have time to react, and its head was exploded into pieces. The vast fire enveloped its entire body, causing its bones to crack and shatter, and they fell like a rain of fire.
one strike!
Wang Yan instantly killed a legendary skeletal dragon with one blow, and a sense of heroism surged in his heart, filling his chest. Thinking back to the beginning, any legendary level standing in front of him was so arrogant, like a mountain that needed him to look up to.
However, now that he has reached the demigod level all the way, he is still the best among the demigods. The ordinary legendary level is just a pawn to him.
As for the demigod level, it is just a little troublesome for him.
If Abe Qingming hadn't died back then and faced Wang Yan. He, Wang Yan, was confident enough to suppress the opponent easily, and the legendary shikigami he summoned were nothing more than toys.
"Sure enough, it is a demon king level of strength." Asmodeus's pupils shrank sharply, and his hands were the same, "The lich assisted remotely, and the legendary fallen angels interspersed attacks."
The most important thing is that Asmodeus drew out the evil spirit spear and went into battle himself.
Now that it is confirmed that the Demon Flame is the Great Demon King, if only those skeletal dragons and fallen angels were relied upon, they would really have to fight to the death. Although he himself is only an ordinary demon king, he can still trust the demon flames.
After all, the difference in strength between the Demon King and the Great Demon King is not a qualitative change, but a quantitative difference. It's not like the gap between the legend and the demigod demon king is so big.
"boom!"
When Wang Yan smashed a legendary skeleton dragon again, a cold aura hit his back. The aura was full of the power of death, despair, and endless fear.
Even with Wang Yan's level of strength, he could feel a chill spreading from the depths of his heart to his whole body, and a feeling of disappointment inevitably appeared in his mind.
This is the power of Asmodeus's death chill.
It was a magical skill on the battlefield that could cause the opponent's entire army to be affected by the chill of death in their body and mind, thus greatly reducing their strength. It's a pity that Wang Yan is much stronger than him.
This general range of death chill fluctuations has a really limited impact on him.
The extremely hot breath circulated slightly in the body, and the terrifying chill of death was completely dissipated. At the same time, he looked back and struck away with a hammer.
At this time, Wang Yan's explosive power could not be said to be so powerful that it could destroy the world. However, one punch and one kick were already extremely powerful. At full strength, it is easy to blow away a mountain with one blow, and its destructive power is already comparable to some ordinary nuclear bombs.
The warhammer is enveloped in vast flames, boiling like a scorching sun hanging in the sky, making it difficult for anyone to open their eyes when the light shines on it.
"boom!"
The two secondary artifacts, the fire hammer and the evil spirit spear, collided fiercely. The violent chill of death surged into Wang Yan's body like a tide, almost paralyzing half of his body.
Asmodeus was even more unbearable. He was blown hundreds of meters away by Wang Yan's terrifying explosive power. His whole body was ignited, burning with blazing flames, like a roasted chicken in the air.
"Ah~" Asmodeus roared in pain, desperately running the death chill to resist the flames. Thanks to him being a demigod, he barely extinguished the flames after a few seconds.
But even so, such a handsome man was burnt black, and more than half of his beautiful and slightly reflective feathers were burnt, making him extremely miserable.
"How can it be?"
Asmodeus was inexplicably horrified. He originally thought that even if he was no match for the demon flame, he could still do it after persisting for more than ten moves before being repulsed. But what happened now? He was knocked back by one blow and suffered a big loss.
"Not bad, not bad." Wang Yan waved his war hammer and drove away two giant skeletal dragons trying to take advantage. He laughed heartily and said, "Asmod, your overall strength is better than Night Blade. Come on, let's Fight again.”
Wang Yan is like a peerless general, fighting with the enemy's elite. Even if he is besieged by seventy or eighty Legends, he is not afraid at all. He is like a god burning with flames. In just a few seconds, a Legend will be destroyed.
Not only is Wang Yan's offensive ability particularly powerful, but what's even more terrifying is his mysterious space law. Whenever Asmodeus joins forces with several legendary powerhouses to deliver a fatal blow to Wang Yan, he is often able to tear apart the space, teleport to the other side of the battlefield, and blast away a legendary powerhouse in just a few clicks. burst.
"Damnable Demon Flame! Is he a purgatory demon or an abyss demon?"
Asmodeus's extremely handsome face was already distorted. This demonic flame is too difficult to deal with. It is extremely slick on the battlefield and appears and disappears like a ghost.
Not only is his combat power using fire so powerful, he is also so proficient in the laws of space. If he hadn't looked like the Hell Demon God Satan, others would have thought that he had the blood of the Abyss Demon Clan.
Not only that, his space law ability is no less than those of the demigod-level demon kings in the abyss.
Among the three demon gods who are high above.
Demon God Satan's expression became more and more joyful. As his son showed stronger strength, he felt more joyful and gratified. This precious son was even better than expected.
In terms of combat power alone, it is no less than those old demon kings.
You must know that every great demon king has gone through untold hardships and practiced for at least thousands of years before he succeeded. Satan, the demon god of purgatory, is already relatively powerful among the three demon gods, and he only has seven demon kings under his command.
What satisfies him most is that his son is still very young and has huge room for growth. I believe that in less than a hundred years, I can advance my realm to the level of the Great Demon King. By then, apart from the three demon gods, he will probably be the strongest person in purgatory.
Satan, the demon god of purgatory, is constantly surprised, and he is frightened and shocked by the other two demon gods. The previous Wang Yan only showed explosive power at the level of a great devil.
In their private hearts, they still believed that Wang Yan was still a step behind the real Great Demon King. However, they never expected that he could fight against sixty or seventy legends and a demigod without losing.
The most terrifying thing was that he not only mastered the exquisite laws of space, but also controlled a very strange and powerful fire. Compared with the evil and fierce hellfire, it was more mellow and long, but also very strong, as if it could burn everything in the world.
That kind of fire, especially for the dark magic power and the law of death derived from the law of darkness, was more restrained. The death frost sprayed by those powerful skeleton dragons could not exert much power on him, and was blocked by the flames rising around him.
The fallen demon god Samael looked at the fallen angels from the same source, who turned into firebirds one by one and fell on the spot, and his face became more and more gloomy and terrifying. The conditions for the Barbarians to participate in the Youth Hell Conference and the fallen angels who have been promoted to the legendary level are all the best in the Fallen Demon Realm and the hope of fighting against the Church of Light in the future.
But now, they are all easily crushed to death by that kid Mo Yan one by one. The difference in strength is like that between an adult and a two or three-year-old child, which is completely incomparable.
"Hahaha, Your Highness Mo Yan, don't just think about yourself, I'm here to help you."
The arrogant and cool voice of the Desert Emperor sounded, accompanied by a burst of wild sand dancing, and a Dharma image hundreds of meters high condensed in the sky above the desert, standing in the air, with wild sand flowing, majestic and like a god.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but the third eye seems to have opened in the middle of the head of the Dharma image condensed by the yellow sand.
If this is true, then the Desert Emperor is probably the descendant of the first generation of civilization that appeared on the earth, the three-eyed civilization.
"Oops!"
Asmodeus, holding the evil spirit spear, suddenly turned cold and his heart beat wildly. If that difficult and disgusting Desert Emperor really appeared, then I'm afraid his ground troops would be in trouble.
Previously, he relied on the legendary elites to quickly kill the sand puppets of the Desert Emperor, so that he could force him back again and again. Now the legendary elites have been withdrawn to resist the magic flames, how can he resist the Desert Emperor's sand puppet army?
Asmodeus guessed right.
The Desert Emperor wanted to use the Anubis army to teach those ground troops a lesson. The two sides had fought more than a dozen times before, and each time the Desert Emperor was forced to retreat.
This made the Desert Emperor also hold back a dozen belly rage, and he finally had a chance to pick up the leak, how could he let it go?
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Chapter 1692 Soul Cage
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In the wild dance of yellow sand, rotating quicksand whirlpools appeared under the feet of the ground troops again. They were like the devil of the desert opening its magic eyes, trying to devour all the passing travelers.
The only advantage of those ground troops over usual ones is that they are not on the march, but stationed in place, so it is much easier to fight against the quicksand vortex.
"Hua La La!"
Dozens of liches raised their skeleton staffs and chanted the magic spells of the dead. The cold waves formed by the law of death gathered into a stream, which lowered the air temperature between heaven and earth by more than ten degrees.
The gravel ground was like frost, and layers of skeleton ground spread out, creating a terrifying skeleton hell. Undead skeletons with varying strengths, from C-level to A-level, stood up from the skeleton hell. Their number was dense, and in an instant, they exceeded thousands.
Their strength was far inferior to the skeleton soldiers brought by Asmodeus, but they were superior in number, and they would never feel any heartache as cannon fodder.
At the same time.
The quicksand ground was surging wildly, and Anubis with dog heads and human bodies and holding death sickles stood up one after another, and then gathered in groups to attack the undead ground troops fearlessly.
Their number has reached more than 2,000. Although most of them are B-level, there are also 700 to 800 A-level, and even dozens of them have reached half-step S-level.
This is also the most troublesome and fearful aspect for the generals on Asmodeus' side. Those sand puppets seem to have immortal bodies, and they will become stronger and stronger with each battle.
Anyone facing such an enemy will inevitably collapse in the end.
The armies of both sides collided fiercely like a tide, the skeletons shattered, the puppets turned into sand, and a large number of units died all the time. However, the number of troops on both sides seems to have not changed much.
Because those liches are constantly summoning skeleton soldiers as cannon fodder, and sand puppets are constantly emerging from the sand.
It seems to be no different from the battle situation when the Desert Emperor is usually defeated. However, this time the Desert Emperor is different. A large number of legendary-level and Asmodeus himself are restrained by Wang Yan.
Especially after Asmodeus, the biggest threat to the Desert Emperor himself, was contained, he no longer cared and could attack without restraint.
Suddenly.
The liches who were hiding behind the corpse demons and casting spells to their heart's content had a nightmare. Behind them, a giant puppet that seemed to be condensed from tens of thousands of tons of wild sand rose from the gravel.
The giant puppet was eighty or ninety meters tall, with a yellowish halo constantly lingering around its body. With the high concentration of gravel, the density was far greater than that of stones.
From the anthropomorphic smile, it can be seen that this giant puppet was the warrior controlled by the Desert Emperor himself. Obviously, his true body or soul was hidden in this giant puppet.
"Not good!"
The legendary liches were all taken away to fight the demon flames. The remaining liches were all half-step S-level beings. Their death magic attainments were not bad, but their melee abilities were really worrying. Once they were cut into the main formation by powerful warriors, they would be in big trouble.
"Hehe~ You half-dead wizards, I have tolerated you for a long time." The Desert Emperor slapped out with a slap, and the giant slap hit the liches. It felt like a large fly swatter slapping mosquitoes.
"Snap!"
Seven or eight liches were unable to dodge and were hit by the giant spirit-like palm. With just the physical impact, they were slapped into rotten fragments. Even if they held up the energy arc shield, it was useless.
"Hahaha, tell you liches to cast spells again and summon skeletons." The Desert Emperor felt the stuffiness in his chest disappear, and he was refreshed. His palms danced wildly, slapping the panicked liches.
In the previous dozen attacks, those liches relied on the protection of legendary and demigods to disgust the Desert Emperor. Now that there is a chance for revenge, how can he miss it?
His words also made those liches who were frantically dodging curse in their hearts, saying that we are disgusting for summoning skeleton cannon fodder, but it is not as disgusting as you summoning gravel puppets?
Are you only allowed to disgust others, but not others?
Although the liches complained in their hearts, they were helpless in the face of the Desert Emperor. Who said that he is a demigod with big fists and thick arms?
Just after the Desert Emperor killed more than a dozen liches in a row, seven or eight legendary giant corpse demons surrounded them, rescued the liches, and entangled the Desert Emperor.
Each of them is a combat unit cultivated and nurtured by the Death Tree. They are extremely powerful and their bodies are as hard as hell steel. They are also the front battlefield troops that the fallen demon god Samael has high hopes for.
They are much taller than ogres and can even attack the city gate head-on. However, in front of the sand and gravel puppet incarnation of the Desert Emperor, they were like short dwarfs, only reaching his knees.
"Bang, bang."
The giant corpse demon smashed the ankle of the puppet incarnation, and large pieces of gravel and rock tissue fell. The Desert Emperor raised his leg and swung it, and the two corpse demons flew out and fell hard to the ground.
But they are indeed very terrible combat troops. They have been tempered by the death frost for a long time, and their bodies are extremely hard. They jumped up without any damage and continued to attack the puppet incarnation of the Desert Emperor.
More and more giant corpse demons joined the battle. The Desert Emperor was not as good at close combat as Wang Yan. He was soon smashed by the giant corpse demons and fell to the ground.
"Humph! This emperor will remember you."
The body of the Desert Emperor collapsed, and countless gravels returned to nature like a landslide. Without Asmodeus, no one could stop the Desert Emperor from coming and going freely.
This is also the courage of the Desert Emperor to drive the incarnation and enter the battlefield to open the unparalleled mode.
After his stirring, the battlefield situation has changed. Without those liches constantly summoning skeletons and spells, the Desert Emperor's sand puppet army finally gained a foothold and fought Asmodeus's ground troops.
The Desert Emperor's amazing performance not only opened the eyes of the audience of the Hell Conference. Even the three great demons looked at him with a little sidelong glance. When did this human demigod on Earth appear on Earth?
And his fighting style is so weird that it even makes the enemy sick?
Fortunately, the ability of this human demigod seems to be related to the desert, which means that he is so difficult to deal with in the desert. If he is so difficult to deal with anywhere, his effectiveness can be comparable to that of a great demon king.
"Satan, you are really good at hiding." Samael said dissatisfiedly, "You have prepared so many trump cards for your son so secretly. How much did you spend to cultivate this human slave? Ordinary slave collars are no longer effective on him, right?"
Indeed, the Desert Emperor is still pretending to wear a slave collar. But in fact, with his strength at the demigod level, ordinary slave collars can't control him at all. He just wears it for Wang Yan's grand plan.
"Hehe~" Demon God Satan is also confused. His precious son is getting more and more difficult to see through. Not only did he recruit a demigod, but he was such a powerful demigod.
"Samael, our bet is to accept the loss." Demon God Satan laughed, "As long as I don't break the rules, I will prepare as many cards as I want for my son."
Until now, Demon God Satan has to take the blame for his son. It's impossible to say that he, as the father of the demon god, doesn't know anything about everything, right?
However, with such a son, what else can a husband ask for.
Demon God Satan's mood is inevitably a little bit better. This human slave demigod is not bad. If he is trained well, he can always serve as his son's right-hand man.
"Hmph, don't talk like you've won for sure." Samael said coldly, "The army of the Dark Saint of our Fallen Demon Realm hasn't moved yet."
He also had high hopes for the Dark Saint and placed countless bets on her. In terms of the quality of the army, the Dark Saint's army is actually slightly better than Mo Yan's, especially in terms of mobility.
The only advantage that Mo Yan has is his own great demon king-level combat power. As for the desert demigod, his combat power will definitely decrease after leaving the desert, and the goat-horned demon king Bafumi can completely contain him.
What's more, fighting a war is not a simple comparison of forces. Strategies, tactics and even luck are very important. Otherwise, everyone can simply compare their military strength.
The only thing that made Samael regretful was that Asmodeus never escaped the entanglement of the desert emperor and failed to preserve his vitality.
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No matter how the outside world disturbs you.
The battlefield was still in full swing. Asmodeus led the elite generals at the peak of legend several times to try to snipe Wang Yan, but never succeeded. This caused the anger to build up in his chest.
It seems that the only thing left to do is use that treasure.
Asmodeus felt inexplicably distressed when he thought of that treasure, and his eyes were particularly cold: "Demon Flame, Demon Flame, since you dare to challenge my army alone, you have to suffer the consequences of your death."
Read it.
Asmodeus took out a translucent ball. The ball looked ordinary, but it seemed to contain extremely terrifying power of death.
He suddenly threw the ball out. The ball exploded suddenly more than a hundred meters away from Wang Yan, and powerful transparent waves spread out, as if it enveloped the whole world.
"That is?"
The face of the Satanic Demon God who had been paying attention to this battle changed, "Is that a soul cage? No!"
Just when the Satanic Demon God was about to enter the battlefield and stop the battle. Samael also burst out with a burst of vast divine fighting spirit, stopping the action of the demon Satan: "Satan, are you trying to break the Styx Oath?"
"Go away, Samael." Demon God Satan was extremely angry. "You are a despicable and shameless villain, and you actually gave Asmodeus a soul cage. You, even you, want to stop this god?"
"Satan, don't break your oath." Dark Demon God Mammon coughed lightly, and the same infinite power blocked Demon God Satan. "This is what you said before, and now I return it to you."
"Hmph! Mammon, do you want to stop me too?" Demon God Satan's face was angry, but under the simultaneous suppression of the two demon gods, it would be difficult for him to get rid of him in a short time.
He can have some upper hand against either of the two demon gods. But the two opponents teamed up to give him no hope of winning.
"Satan, I just remind you that rules are rules." Dark Demon God Mammon said coldly, "What's more, the soul cage is about to be released in an instant. The Demon Flame boy is already trapped in the soul cage. It will not help if you go down. It will only make you The son was immediately disqualified from the finals.”
The devil Satan watches the battlefield.
Sure enough, a wave of translucent death energy had enveloped Mo Yan's body, sealing him tightly. Translucent ghosts were wandering around Mo Yan's body with their teeth and claws open.
At this time, Moyan's eyes were tightly closed, as if he was struggling to resist the soul blockage and erosion of those ghosts.
This made the devil Satan furious. He laughed angrily and said, "Okay, okay, Samael, you are so calculating. I will admit defeat for my son."
"Impossible." The fallen demon Samael said coldly, "According to the rules, only if all members of the team are destroyed, or the coach voluntarily admits defeat. Otherwise, no one is allowed to interfere with the progress of the game. Even if you admit defeat for your son now, you cannot let him go. come out."
Obviously, this was the trick that Demon Flame had used against Prince Night Blade before, but now the fallen demon god took advantage of it and played a trick of retaliating in kind.
"Satan, why are you anxious?" Dark Demon God Mammon sneered, "Although the Soul Cage is very powerful, your son is so wise and powerful, maybe he can get rid of the Soul Cage on his own and turn defeat into victory?"
"Haha~" Demon God Satan sneered at Samael, "Samael, you are really generous. You have only refined a few soul cages in your life? You are willing to give them to Asmodeus. This plan And Juejue, awesome.”
"Satan, the soul cage is a treasure I gave Asmodeus to cultivate and protect him after he repeatedly performed meritorious services. Because it is a one-time treasure, whether he uses it in the hell conference or not is his own business." Sa Maier said calmly, "I hope your son will be smarter and not resist when he knows it is impossible. When the time comes, don't blame me for your soul to wither."
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at the same time.
The battlefield was also very strange.
Wang Yan stood in the air out of thin air. Around his body was a translucent cage with a diameter of about tens of meters. Countless ghosts were swimming in it, as if they were trying to erode Wang Yan's body.
And this war has stopped for the time being.
There were originally sixty or seventy legendaries, but more than twenty died in a short period of time. The rest were in a state of disarray as if they had experienced a catastrophe.
"Chief, did you really touch this priceless treasure that was used to save your life?" Fallen Angel Sophia asked with a frightened face.
"Although the Soul Cage is a one-time treasure, it is extremely precious and even the powerful demon king level cannot escape." Asmodeus seemed to have regained his composure and said calmly, "But using it here can be regarded as embodying it. value. Otherwise, we have no choice but to admit defeat.”
"That's indeed the truth. But after all, I feel a little distressed." Sophia looked at Wang Yan who was trapped in the soul cage, motionless, closing his eyes to resist the invasion of the soul with lingering fear, and sighed deeply, "This Demon Flame Your Highness is truly terrifying. So many of us surrounded him, but not only were we unable to do anything to him, but he also killed so many of us."
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