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[Similarly, I thought you would come alone, Lord Zhuangson.]

It roared, twisted, and struggled, its fluorescent green pupils bursting with the light of survival.

That's all.

At that moment, he felt it.

The deep forest is silent, silent among the corpses of countless beasts, silent among the stench of blood.

[The Imperial Crusade burns the galaxy. From the most sacred throne to the most remote star abyss, tens of thousands of wars are started every moment in the name of this great crusade, and the Emperor rules this war.

Those who go on expeditions are undoubtedly the masters of all wars, and they are...]

[I already understood all this when I was in Wollaston, and being in Billiven only made me more convinced of this. A psyker who can destroy titans and battleships cannot be so docile. You guys

How can a hurricane whose strength is borrowed from the most violent seas be as weak as the morning breeze?]

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[Will you explore which school your brother Magnus’s psychic abilities belong to, Your Excellency?]

【Glib tongue.】

He is the attacker.

He opened his mouth, held his sword, and advanced slowly on the muddy land covered with rotten leaves. The sparse light passed through the layers of branches and leaves, shining on his face, just like the stars at night favoring the heroes under the moon.

lion.

The big sword stood on the ground, turned over slightly, and reflected a shocking light.

He was not asking, but affirming.

He could feel that he had smashed through the remaining intact fur and pulled out internal organs that were almost minced meat. The numerous skeletons had long since turned into a pile of fine powder, and along with the last blood, the flow of

All over the floor.

Layers of pale threads spread across every corner hundreds of meters across the dimension, wrapping the shriveled corpses of countless insects, reptiles and even carnivores. Not surprisingly, this is the most successful hunting net, deep forest.

China and Japan enter the treasure house of fighting for gold.

It craves flesh, bleeding flesh.

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He split open another natural wall composed of giant trees tens of meters high, and finally, a sufficiently wide field appeared in front of him.

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[I don’t know where you heard these illogical rumors, because as far as I know, you are a psyker who majors in the psychic system, although your performance has never been consistent with this.]

She had no facial features or limbs, and only endless darkness occupied everything, as if an extremely precise black mannequin had been skillfully placed on the spider's pale body.

The sound echoed for a long time, reverberating in the deep forest, reverberating in the valley, and reverberating in Zhuang Sen's chest. The sound struck his mind and will, making his heartbeat slow down for an insignificant moment.

It wandered in his dreams.

【With the greatest loyalty.】

This monster that only appears in nightmares slowly raised its head, and the corners of its ferocious mouth and fangs still retained the juices that existed when it sucked its prey.

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[A very simple topic, Mr. Johnson, you will be interested in it.]

Driven by the most instinctive desire, the King of the Deep Forest cast his gaze at the fallen trees and at the strange creature standing under the moonlight. That thing was no taller and stronger than a lynx. He fell from the sky, and from that

Climbing out of the round metal that overwhelmed countless dense forests.

【Welcome, son of the forest.】

A graceful female upper body emerged from the crack. It held a perfect head and long hair covering most of her body. But if you look closely, you will find that only half of this beauty is a complete shadow.

, she was not even covered with hair, because all the mysterious places had been occupied by the infinitely twisted shadow group, turning into the purest darkness.

Then he clenched his fists.

The Primarch fell silent.

And its owner is sitting on the throne in the center of the trap kingdom. It is the largest spider the Lion King has ever seen. It is pale in color, with black stripes decorating its huge belly.

It has twelve compound eyes that are like dirty blood gems, and an equal number of slender legs, calmly controlling every thread.

The blade of the sword flew like a divine sanction, easily cutting into pieces the blasphemy in front of him.

The instinct of the beast guided him, and he advanced silently, but a terrifying smile unknowingly lit up his face.

Zhuang Sen was not angry because the reality was more terrifying.

But Jonson just swiped.

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Zhuang Sen continued to move forward, splitting open the decayed obstacles in his way, letting the vines that may have reproduced freely for hundreds of years be broken in the blade of the sword. He moved forward and was destroying, just like the greatest Warcraft.

The king is rampaging in his own territory.

[I thought you would be braver, Morgan.]

It's not over yet.

Whenever night falls, it walks in the deep woods of Caliban, and so does he.

【Do you know...Zhanshuai?】

Until he heard that roar, that weak, intermittent roar, coming from under his feet.

The thick skin cracked, blood flowed, and the flying hair was like a foul-smelling wild snow, exposing the pale spine.

He sneered and raised the big sword.

The deep forest was still silent, and only the faint sound of disembodied laughter could be heard from the farthest valley.

【Warmaster? What does that mean?】

They are far worse than that giant beast.

Swipe, swipe, swipe again.

The pale spider's head opened as hard as it could, split open, and laughed without emotion or tone, and when the laughter ended, the head exploded completely.

When it spoke, it was the cold, taunting voice that Zhuang Sen was all too familiar with.

But that's not important.

The Lion King spoke again, but this time, the syllables in his words stayed in his mouth for a moment longer.

He raised his fist.

He bullied him and climbed onto its head. The dying beast seemed to feel something. It tried its best to raise its head and let out a low voice like a wild dog.

【After I catch you.】

Well, to be honest, the actual performance of this book was much worse than I expected...

Ten thousand fans, four thousand receipts, seven hundred subscriptions...

Well, melancholy, lying on the bed, not wanting to move...
Chapter completed!