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Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon

    

ight flying through the air, which enlarged before flying back to her body. 。It was a series of shimmering, multicolored armor plates. They fell upon her and quickly interlocked, completely encasing h..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonletely clueless about what had happened. 。Then he saw a scene that would stay with him forever. 。A fleet of massive military transport trucks, in this world of darkness, took flight with their bright...