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Of course, a single attack could not kill the Orphan of Kos so easily. But the destructive power of the Holy Moonlight Sword had been proven as early as Ludwig's era. Countless kin in the Chalice Dungeons had been reduced to ashes under its "guidance," so even a Child of God could not withstand such an attack unharmed.
A horrifying wound appeared across the Orphan of Kos's chest, yet the damage did not weaken its combat strength. Instead, the pain only made it more frenzied.
Later that night, Ji Fei was tormented by him so badly that she could not get out of bed for days. For a time, even his touch caused her physical discomfort.
But chaos reigned all around them, with civilians bidding farewell to their loved ones. His voice simply could not carry through.
At a critical moment like this, they still had the mood to livestream. Quite a few people had already begun cursing under their breath.
She instinctively turned her head away, but how could Wang Fulan be willing to let go? The hand that had been hooked around her neck suddenly shifted to grip her chin.
Fortunately, many families in the village had young people working elsewhere, leaving only elderly relatives behind. They only needed to spend a little money to rent a decent house.
Ye Shaoyan had originally wanted to watch a good show, but the moment he thought of Wei Qingwan still being in the palace, he felt restless and only wanted to take her away from this terrible place immediately.
Because of Empress Wang, a rift had appeared between the two of them—an insurmountable chasm.
They were the other two undercover agents from Department D who had infiltrated the enemy for years. Unexpectedly, they too had fallen victim to