Hardegger took his first steps while singing.
A storm arose behind him.
He resembles the god of the storm like Hugh, who was considered the god of wind in ancient Egypt.
His will is the will of the wind.
Guangfeng was in his hands, so as long as his heart moved, Guangfeng would do whatever he wanted.
It's like now-
A giant wolf controlled by Aria's magic was already moving in front of Hardeg with its giant claws raised.
Then a strong wind hit the big wolf.
There was no mistake in those words, because of the strong wind created by Hardeg, the body of the big wolf exploded like it was made of sugar.
The true nature of this giant body could not be seen, and it separated into a red mist mixed with Hardeg's strong wind.
Even humans cannot escape the strong winds. Wherever Hardeg's feet are, the music of the wind reaches his kingdom.
Once, a long wolf torn to blood by the strong wind had claws and claws like legendary magic blades, and its strength put even the flesh of a god to shame.
Still, against the storm called by Hardeg.
It also takes a lot of effort and money to create a beast like this, and if it's Aaliyah, it's so disturbing, no wonder, that her face is full of tears.
But now it's weird -
It's not really sick, isn't my heart sick?
In Aria's eyes, the dead are puppets called magic, and cannot feel pain.
His expression didn't change at all, and he didn't seem to know what to say.
- Compared to my body, such a small thing is nothing.
- That's why my heart doesn't hurt.
Unable to understand the heart attack, Aria made the following assumptions about her current state:
Because I don't know if my mind is as bad as a monster, so I can't understand what I'm thinking now.
So Aria now expressed one reason after another that she couldn't believe.
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