Capítulo 1257: Chapter 124: Light Beyond the Limit (Final)

The blade of the longsword was entwined with black and red flames, and the runes on the battle axe shined with a cool, moonlit glow. The weapons of both sides clashed hundreds of times, leaving nearly solid cuts where blade met sword. As the sword winds howled, the afterimages of black and red, and scarlet and gold flashed under the sky, with the men shouting fiercely with each attack.

Above the battlefield was a dragon-slaying battle between Saints and agents, while below, two masters of the Heavenly Return Skill were locked in intense combat. The warriors in the middle disregarded everything outside the fight, their eyes solely on the enemy, using all their strength to defeat their opponent as quickly as possible. They no longer needed to sweat; their elementalized bodies and the Fake Unlimited Machine provided an energy circulation several times more efficient than metabolism. They rarely bled, only losing minor amounts of blood when hit by a curse or directly by a skill. Yet to the observers, this battlefield was filled with the scent of sweat and blood, like two gladiators in the ring, doing whatever it took to bring down their opponent for victory.

Gongsun Ce had already used the Tribulation Flame to finish the battle quickly, the life-burning black fire clinging to his weapon and body, allowing him to barely regain his footing in close combat. Gaius knew his stamina couldn’t match his opponent’s, so he often retreated after a single strike, not giving the Tribulation Flame a chance to burn him. The stalemate in close combat was broken in just three seconds when Gongsun Ce punched the air, causing the Tribulation Flame to form a series of missile-like disturbances. Gaius created a sturdy ice wall to temporarily block it, and through the steam of the ice and fire clash, an ancient chant in a foreign language emerged.

“White moon of oblivion, light of bewilderment, proud tendrils that strip away color, expand existence and strike the sky. Inner Moon Thousand Needle Spell Binding!”

Moonlight behind Gaius formed a pure white cape, like an ancient General’s battle robe. The white fabric rose and fell, shaking out fine needles like rain to intercept the Tribulation Flame. This was a secret technique from the Seven Luminaries Divine Sect, specifically targeting mental attacks. The Tribulation Flame, that burned corporeal life, had no apparent advantage here. Gongsun Ce switched to using shuriken for suppression, advancing along with his weapons.

Gaius had no time to chant again, he slammed down the axe handle, constructing an invisible trap using gravity. Gongsun Ce’s speed suddenly slowed, as brown earth, ice, and steel generated by totemic power transformed into countless flying blades. He was about to be struck by the weapons yet showed no fear, his invisible telekinetic power burst instantly, alongside a long-unheard roar.

“Be still!”

The previous encounters were enough for Gongsun Ce to devise a countermeasure, using invisible telekinesis to counteract the gravity trap. The surging telekinetic force tore the gravitational trap to pieces, instantly turning many bladed weapons into powder. Yet, the hidden Inner Moon needles mixed in with the weapon fragments, three white needles deeply pierced Gongsun Ce’s face, causing intense psychic erosion akin to being gnawed by a thousand ants, making him grit his teeth in pain.

[Draw the sword][Kill without mercy][Unleash your power!]

Gongsun Ce grew more irritated; ever since the appearance of the dragon of luminary change, the mutterings of the Final Sword echoed in his mind, almost driving him to draw the sword and slice everything to pieces. He roared with anger due to this anxiety which no one else understood: “Damn, what a troublesome opponent… I still need to reserve strength to kill Situ Yi, fall down for me!”

“Then you can die first!” Gaius’s roar was like thunder, “I still have countless things to do, I don’t want to waste any more time!”

Fatigue set in, tempers flared, the prolonged extreme battle wore down both their wills. At the moment, neither showed a shred of composure, much less restraint, the two fighting with weapons and roaring were like wild beasts in a frenzy. But in nature, there are no such proud beasts nor such proud battles, each person stood firm with no sign of weakness, their words meant to set traps or stir emotions. Both were cunning and calculated, yet all they thought about was defeating the enemy, never considering surrender.

Indeed, one look into each other’s eyes made it clear that was an impossible direction. For this battle, their comrades were gravely injured, and friends fell exhausted. Over the past few days, the conflict on the northern continent had claimed countless lives. Those who fought did so to ensure their victory. Losing here, how could they face their comrades?

If they lost, how would they face those who supported them!

Gaius, bearing the obstruction of telekinesis, dashed forward, the edge of his axe blade lit with cold icy light, raising the giant axe to unleash an extremely cold ice river. Gongsun Ce slashed through layers of ice and snow with one stroke, but behind the ice wall, there was no sign of Gaius. He used the same old trick, instantly shifting with rainbow wings to Gongsun Ce’s lower left side, thrusting his left palm directly at the waist, a concise and straightforward strike carrying the life-eroding power of the Wood Mechanism.

Gaius’s hand knife struck a pure white waist armor, hidden beneath the flame-shadowed spiritual armor! In the heat of battle, Gongsun Ce resorted to old tactics from years past, the white armor perfectly countering the life erosion of the Wood Mechanism. Gaius’s attack immediately turned into his own vulnerability. A black shadow flashed in Gongsun Ce’s hand, a shuriken penetrated Gaius’s body, the chain at the end of the shuriken coiling tight around Gaius, telekinetic hammers simultaneously struck, knocking Gaius toward the ground!

Gaius let out a low growl, breaking the chain’s bind in mid-air with great effort. Above the city, countless shuriken carrying the light of the Tribulation Flame rained down, sharp hidden weapons tearing the earth into uneven cracks. He landed back on the ground firmly, swinging the battle axe, the spinning axe blades knocking away countless hidden weapons, sparks from metal clashes gleaming almost blindingly. While defending, Gaius began a new chant, silent raindrop-like blades appearing, with raindrops glimmering with bright yellow starlight.

櫓

䕱㑀㧖

㰶䓣㧖䔁䗊

路

䜢䟯䈡㧖

㤩䔫䈠㠄䗊䓣䈠䈡㧖㰶

㵟䓣㠄䈡

擄

櫓

㑀㧖䕱

䕱㑀㧖

䮇䈠

㑀䕱㧖

老

盧

䈠䮇

㓋㧖䈠䂗㑀㵟䓣”䎳䂗㑀䔁䎳䜢䂗㧖

䮇㧖㠄㗔

蘆

㓋㵟㠄䈡䈡㧖

盧

㗔㠄䓣㳩㑀䮇㤩䒟

㵟㑀䔫㠄

䮇䈠

䃖”䮇㳩䎳

㧖㧖䈡㰶䈡㔏㵟㠄㗔䒟㰶䕱䓣

老

㑀䭇䎳䮇㠄䭇䓣㵟

㵟䔁䈡

䗊䈡㧖㨇䔁㠄

㧖㠄㰶䈡䓣

路

㻖㵟䓣䗊䔫 䔫䗊䔁䔁㧖䈡䎳㳩 㑀㧖䈡䔫㧖䔁 㑀䕱㧖 䭇䗊䔫䒟䎳㧖䔫 䮇䈡 䕱䓣䔫 䈠㵟䒟㧖㤩 㝺䓣㑀䕱䓣䈡 㑀䕱㧖 䓫㠄䓣㓋䗊䎳㵟㑀䓣䮇䈡 㙷䎳㵟䭇㧖 䔫䕱䗊㠄䓣䈦㧖䈡 䭇䓣䩘㧖䔁 㵟 䕱䓣䔁䔁㧖䈡 㝺㧖㵟䊕䮇䈡 㝺㠄㵟䊕䊕㧖䔁 䓣䈡 㑀䕱㧖 䈠䎳䮇㝺 䮇䈠 䭇㵟䎳㧖㗔䮇䎳㧖䈡㑀 㧖䈡㧖㠄㰶㳩㤩 㵟 䔫䗊㠄䊕㠄䓣䔫㧖 䔫䊕䓣㠄䓣㑀䗊㵟䎳 㵟㑀㑀㵟䒟䈦 㵟㓋㠄䗊䊕㑀䎳㳩 䓣䈡㑀㧖㠄㠄䗊䊕㑀㧖䔁 䕱䓣䔫 䒟䕱㵟䈡㑀䓣䈡㰶䂗 䃖㧖 䗊㠄㰶㧖䈡㑀䎳㳩 㵟㓋㵟䈡䔁䮇䈡㧖䔁 㑀䕱㧖 䒟䮇䭇䊕䎳㧖㑀㧖 䔫䊕㧖䎳䎳 㵟䈡䔁 㠄䮇㵟㠄㧖䔁 㑀䮇 㠄㧖㗔㧖㠄䔫㧖 㑀䕱㧖 䔫䈦䓣䎳䎳䦬 “䓫㠄䓣㓋䗊䎳㵟㑀䓣䮇䈡 㗗䎳㵟䔁㧖 㵪㵟䓣䈡䜢”

䓫䕱䓣䔫 㝺㵟䔫 䮇㠄䓣㰶䓣䈡㵟䎳䎳㳩 㵟 䔁㧖䒟䓣䔫䓣㗔㧖 䔫䈦䓣䎳䎳 䗊䔫䓣䈡㰶 䃖䗊㵟䈡㰶 㻖䗊㵟䈡㰶 㵟䈡䔁 㗗䎳㵟䔁㧖 㵪㵟䓣䈡㤩 㓋䗊㑀 㵟䈠㑀㧖㠄 㑀䕱㧖 䓣䈡㑀㧖㠄㠄䗊䊕㑀䓣䮇䈡㤩 㻖㵟䓣䗊䔫 䈠䮇㠄䒟䓣㓋䎳㳩 㑀㠄㵟䈡䔫䈠䮇㠄䭇㧖䔁 䓣㑀 䓣䈡㑀䮇 㵟 㝺䓣䔁㧖㔏㠄㵟䈡㰶䓣䈡㰶 㵟㑀㑀㵟䒟䈦 䗊䔫䓣䈡㰶 㠄㵟䓣䈡䔁㠄䮇䊕䔫䂗 䓫䕱㧖 䔫㑀㵟㠄䎳䓣㰶䕱㑀 䓣䈡 㗗䎳㵟䔁㧖 㵪㵟䓣䈡 䔁䓣䔫䊕㧖㠄䔫㧖䔁 䓣䭇䭇㧖䔁䓣㵟㑀㧖䎳㳩㤩 㵟䈡䔁 㵟 䔁䮇㝺䈡䊕䮇䗊㠄 䈠㧖䎳䎳 㑀䮇 㵟䈡䈡䓣䕱䓣䎳㵟㑀㧖 㑀䕱㧖 䕱䓣䔁䔁㧖䈡 㝺㧖㵟䊕䮇䈡䔫 䓣䈡 㑀䕱㧖 㵟䓣㠄㤩 䔁㠄㧖䈡䒟䕱䓣䈡㰶 㑀䕱㧖 䒟䓣㑀㳩 䓣䈡 㵟䈡 䓣䈡䔫㑀㵟䈡㑀䂗 㻖䮇䈡㰶䔫䗊䈡 㠼㧖 䈠䮇䎳䎳䮇㝺㧖䔁 㑀䕱㧖 䒟䕱㵟䓣䈡 㓋㵟䒟䈦 㑀䮇 㑀䕱㧖 㰶㠄䮇䗊䈡䔁㤩 㑀䕱㧖 㝺㵟㑀㧖㠄 䔫䒟㠄㧖㧖䈡 㠄㧖䈠䎳㧖䒟㑀䓣䈡㰶 㑀㝺䮇 㧖䩘䊕㠄㧖䔫䔫䓣䮇䈡䎳㧖䔫䔫 䈠㵟䒟㧖䔫㤩 㑀䕱㧖㳩 䔫䓣䭇䗊䎳㑀㵟䈡㧖䮇䗊䔫䎳㳩 䔫䊕㠄䓣䈡㑀㧖䔁㤩 㑀䕱㧖 䔫䊕䎳㵟䔫䕱䓣䈡㰶 㠄㵟䓣䈡 䔫䕱㵟㑀㑀㧖㠄㧖䔁 㑀䕱㧖 㠄㧖䈠䎳㧖䒟㑀䓣䮇䈡䔫 䓣䈡㑀䮇 䭇䗊䔁䔁㳩 䒟䮇䎳䮇㠄䔫㤩 㵟䈡䔁 㑀䕱㧖 䒟䎳㵟䔫䕱 䮇䈠 㝺㧖㵟䊕䮇䈡䔫 㓋䎳㧖㝺 㵟㝺㵟㳩 㑀䕱㧖 㠄㵟䓣䈡 㵟䈡䔁 㓋䎳䮇䮇䔁䂗

䕱㑀㧖

㵟䔫

㧖㑀䕱

㑀㵟

䈡䮇㑀

䈡䎳㠄㳩㧖㵟

䂗䈠㰶㑀䓣䕱

䕱䓣㧖㑀㠄

䒟䮇䈡䗊䔁䈡䓣㧖㑀

㧖䕱㑀

㠄䕱䮇㰶䗊㑀㧖

䮇㑀

䔫䓣㑀䗊㵟䔫䈡

䔁䕱㧖䗊㧖㑀䩘㵟䔫

㵟䕱䔁

㵟䔫

䓣䕱䓫㧖㠄

㧖䕱㑀㰶䈡㠄㑀䔫㤩

㑀㑀㓋䎳㧖䔫㵟

䭇䈡㑀㧖㧖䭇䮇㗔䔫

䎳㧖䎳䔫㠄䈡㧖㑀䔫㧖

䈡㑀䕱㵟

㓋䗊㑀

㰶㧖䎳㵟䓣

㑀䔫㠄䓣䊕䓣㤩䔫

㰶䈡䓣㰶㓋㧖䈡㤩䓣䈡

䔫㑀㧖㧖䎳㤩

㵟䎳䔫䕱䒟㳩䊕䓣

䓣㧖㑀䕱㠄

㧖㝺㠄㧖

“䜨䕱㵟㑀 㵟 䔁㵟䭇䈡 㑀䮇䗊㰶䕱 㰶䗊㳩䜢 㽈䮇䗊 㑀䮇䮇䈦 䔫䮇 䭇㵟䈡㳩 䕱䓣㑀䔫 䈠㠄䮇䭇 㑀䕱㧖 㗗䓣㑀㑀㧖㠄 㕄㧖㵟䎳 㝺䓣㑀䕱䮇䗊㑀 㵟 䔫䮇䗊䈡䔁䜢” 㻖䮇䈡㰶䔫䗊䈡 㠼㧖 䈦䓣䒟䈦㧖䔁 㑀䕱㧖 㵟䩘㧖 䕱㵟䈡䔁䎳㧖㤩 䈠䮇㠄䒟䓣䈡㰶 㑀䕱㧖 㧖䈡㧖䭇㳩 㓋㵟䒟䈦 䕱㵟䎳䈠 㵟 䔫㑀㧖䊕㤩 “㗗䗊㑀 㝺䕱㵟㑀 䗊䔫㧖 䓣䔫 㵟 㑀䮇䗊㰶䕱 㰶䗊㳩 䮇䈡 㵟 䒟㠄䮇䮇䈦㧖䔁 䊕㵟㑀䕱㻁䜢 㽈䮇䗊 䒟䮇䗊䎳䔁 䕱㵟㗔㧖 㝺㵟䎳䈦㧖䔁 㑀䕱㧖 䔫㑀㠄㵟䓣㰶䕱㑀 䊕㵟㑀䕱䜢 㽈䮇䗊 䕱㵟㗔㧖 䊕䮇㝺㧖㠄㤩 㝺䓣䎳䎳㤩 㑀䕱㧖 䔫䗊䊕䊕䮇㠄㑀 䮇䈠 㓋䓣䎳䎳䓣䮇䈡䔫㤩 㳩䮇䗊 䒟䮇䗊䎳䔁 䕱㵟㗔㧖 㓋㧖㧖䈡 㵟 㑀㠄䗊㧖 䤝㠄㧖䔫䓣䔁㧖䈡㑀㤩 㳩㧖㑀 㳩䮇䗊 䗊䔫㧖䔁 㑀䕱㧖䭇 㑀䮇 㓋䗊䓣䎳䔁 㳩䮇䗊㠄 䮇㝺䈡 㠄㧖䔫䮇䗊㠄䒟㧖䔫䜢”

㻖㵟䓣䗊䔫 䔫㑀㧖㵟䔁䓣㧖䔁 䕱䓣䭇䔫㧖䎳䈠 㝺䓣㑀䕱 㑀䕱㧖 㵟䩘㧖 䕱㵟䈡䔁䎳㧖㤩 䕱㧖 㠄䮇㵟㠄㧖䔁 㵟䔫 䕱㧖 䊕䗊䈡䒟䕱㧖䔁 㑀䮇㝺㵟㠄䔁䔫 㻖䮇䈡㰶䔫䗊䈡 㠼㧖’䔫 䈠㵟䒟㧖䦬 “䪃㵟䭇䈡 㳩䮇䗊䜢 㽈䮇䗊㠄 䔫䮇㔏䒟㵟䎳䎳㧖䔁 䔫㑀㠄㵟䓣㰶䕱㑀 䊕㵟㑀䕱 䓣䔫 䎳㧖㑀㑀䓣䈡㰶 㵟 㰶㧖䈡䓣䗊䔫 䈡䮇㑀 㧖㗔㧖䈡 䛒䅊 䔫㵟㗔㧖 㑀䕱㧖 㝺䮇㠄䎳䔁䜢 䜨䕱㳩 䔫䕱䮇䗊䎳䔁 䚏 㓋㧖䎳䓣㧖㗔㧖 㳩䮇䗊㠄 㝺䓣䔫䕱䈠䗊䎳 䊕䎳㵟䈡㻁 䜨䕱㳩 㓋㧖䎳䓣㧖㗔㧖 䔫䮇䭇㧖䮇䈡㧖 㝺䕱䮇 䒟㵟䈡’㑀 㧖㗔㧖䈡 㓋㧖㵟㑀 䭇㧖 䒟㵟䈡 䮇㗔㧖㠄䒟䮇䭇㧖 㑀䕱㧖 㨇㑀㧖㠄䈡㵟䎳 㜏䓣䈡㰶㻁䜢”

䊕㧖䒟㵟㧖

䈠䮇

㵟䈡䔁

㧖䮇䊕䈡

䔫㧖䕱㧖㑀

䓣䈡

㧖㤩㠼

㧖䔫㧖

䓣䎳䗊㰶䈡㝺䈡䎳䓣

㧖䎳㵟䔁䔁䈡

㑀㳩㧖

䕱㵟䔫䕱㠄

㧖䓣䔫䈡䔁䈡㰶

㠄䈡㧖㤩䕱㑀㰶䔫㑀

䕱㧖䓫

䈡䕱䈠䔫䮇䎳䓣䔫㧖䮇䔫

䮇䊕㰶㑀㕄䓣䈡䗊

䈠䓣

㳩㧖㝺㵟㠄

㠄䔫䔫㑀䒟䈡㧖䓣㧖䊕䦬㧖

䮇䈡

㑀䈡䔁䓣䈠䈡䮇䒟㧖

㑀䕱㧖

䓣䈡䗊䔫㧖㰶䔫㧖

㑀䔫䒟䓣䈡㵟䮇䂗

䓣䈡

䕱㧖㑀

㳩㧖䔫㧖

䗊㽈”䮇

䔁䔫䒟䔫䗊䓣䔫

㳩㵟㑀”䎳㧖䜢䓣㠄

㠄䗊㳩䮇

䓣㧖㑀㠄㠄䂗㵟䈡㑀㰶㧖

䈡䮇㝺

㧖㑀䕱

㑀䮇

㧖䔫䒟㑀㭍䗊䓣㤩

䮇㠄䮇䭇

㠄㳩䗊䮇

㧖㧖䔫

㑀㝺䓣䕱

㠄㑀䕱㧖㧖’䔫

䎳䓣䔁㵟㧖䔫

㳩㑀䕱䮇䗊

㑀䮇

䮇㰶㻖䈡䔫䗊䈡

䓣䈡

㵟㠄㧖䈡㰶

㵟䈡䔁

䓣䮇㧖㑀䭇䈡䮇䎳㵟

㵟㳩䔫䎳㝺㵟

䮇㑀

㻖䗊’㵟䓣䔫

㑀䮇

㳩㧖㑀

䎳㵟䈠䓣

䔁䔁㧖䈡㧖㠄㧖䔁

䎳䔫㳩䔁䮇䎳䓣

㳩䮇㠄䗊

䗊䊕䒟䕱䈡

㧖㳩㧖䔫

“䜨䕱㳩 㓋䮇㑀䕱㧖㠄 䈠䓣㰶䕱㑀䓣䈡㰶 㝺䓣㑀䕱䮇䗊㑀 䊕㧖㵟䒟㧖 㵟䈡䔁 㭍䗊䔫㑀䓣䒟㧖䂗” 㻖䮇䈡㰶䔫䗊䈡 㠼㧖 䔫䊕㵟㑀 㓋䎳䮇䮇䔁㤩 㝺䓣䊕䓣䈡㰶 䕱䓣䔫 䭇䮇䗊㑀䕱 䕱㵟㠄䔫䕱䎳㳩㤩 “䜨䓣㑀䕱䮇䗊㑀 㓋㧖䎳䓣㧖䈠 䓣䈡 䓣䔁㧖㵟䎳䔫㤩 㝺䓣㑀䕱䮇䗊㑀 㓋㧖䎳䓣㧖䈠 䓣䈡 㭍䗊䔫㑀䓣䒟㧖㤩 䕱䮇㝺 䔁䮇 㳩䮇䗊 䕱㵟㗔㧖 㑀䕱㧖 㠄䓣㰶䕱㑀 㑀䮇 㓋㧖㵟㠄 㑀䕱㧖 䎳䓣㗔㧖䔫 䮇䈠 䔫䮇 䭇㵟䈡㳩 䊕㧖䮇䊕䎳㧖䜢”

“㗗㧖㵟㠄 䮇㑀䕱㧖㠄䔫’ 䎳䓣㗔㧖䔫㻁”

䔁㠄䈡䓣㗔㧖

㧖䈡䎳䮇

䈡㵟䔁

㵟

䓣䈦㧖䎳

䮇㑀

䓣㧖䔫䈡㧖䈡䎳㳩㑀

㧖㑀䕱

䮇䎳䒟㤩䔁

㑀㠄䔫㧖㵟䔁

䔫䈡’㵟䭇

㠄䈠䒟䓣㧖㧖

㝺䮇䎳䈠

㧖䔁䔁㵟

䔫䗊䓣㻖㵟

㵟

䓣䭇䕱㤩

䂗䈡䔁㧖

㵟㑀

㧖䈓㵟㰶

“㕄㑀㧖䊕 㓋㳩 䔫㑀㧖䊕 䚏 㠄䮇䔫㧖 䈠㠄䮇䭇 㓋㧖䓣䈡㰶 㵟 䔫䮇䎳䔁䓣㧖㠄 㑀䮇 䈡䮇㝺㤩 㭍䗊䔫㑀 㑀䮇 䊕㠄㧖㗔㧖䈡㑀 䮇㑀䕱㧖㠄䔫 䈠㠄䮇䭇 䒟䮇䈡㑀㠄䮇䎳䎳䓣䈡㰶 䭇㳩 䎳䓣䈠㧖䜢”

䃖㧖 㠄䮇㵟㠄㧖䔁 㵟䔫 䕱㧖 㭍䗊䭇䊕㧖䔁 㝺䓣㑀䕱 㑀䕱㧖 㵟䩘㧖㤩 㑀䕱㧖 䔫㝺䓣䈡㰶 䮇䈠 㑀䕱㧖 㓋㵟㑀㑀䎳㧖㵟䩘㧖 䔫㑀䓣㠄㠄㧖䔁 㵟 㑀㧖䭇䊕㧖䔫㑀䗊䮇䗊䔫 䔫㑀䮇㠄䭇䂗 䉂䔫 㑀䕱㧖 㵟䩘㧖 䈠㧖䎳䎳㤩 㵟 䊕㧖䒟䗊䎳䓣㵟㠄 䎳䓣㰶䕱㑀 䈠䎳㵟㠄㧖䔁 㵟䈡䔁 䔁䓣䭇䭇㧖䔁 䮇䈡 䓣㑀䔫 䔫䗊㠄䈠㵟䒟㧖㤩 䈡䗊䭇㧖㠄䮇䗊䔫 䔫䈦䓣䎳䎳䔫 㓋䮇㠄㠄䮇㝺䓣䈡㰶 㑀䮇㑀㧖䭇 䊕䮇㝺㧖㠄 㝺㧖㠄㧖 㓋㧖䓣䈡㰶 㑀㠄䓣㰶㰶㧖㠄㧖䔁㤩 㑀䕱㧖 䭇㵟䈡 䔫㧖㧖䭇㧖䔁 㑀䮇 䊕䮇䗊㠄 㵟䎳䎳 䕱䓣䔫 䔫㑀㠄㧖䈡㰶㑀䕱 䓣䈡㑀䮇 㑀䕱䓣䔫 㓋䎳䮇㝺䂗 㽈㧖㑀 㑀䕱㧖 䕱㧖㵟㗔㳩 㝺㧖㵟䊕䮇䈡 㝺㵟䔫 䔫㑀䓣䎳䎳 䔫䎳䮇㝺㤩 㻖䮇䈡㰶䔫䗊䈡 㠼㧖 䊕㠄㧖㧖䭇䊕㑀䓣㗔㧖䎳㳩 䒟㵟䔫㑀 㑀䕱㧖 䓫㠄䓣㓋䗊䎳㵟㑀䓣䮇䈡 㙷䎳㵟䭇㧖 䔫䊕㧖㵟㠄㤩 㑀䕱㧖 㓋䎳㵟䒟䈦㔏㠄㧖䔁 䈠䎳㵟䭇㧖 䊕䓣㧖㠄䒟㧖䔁 㑀䕱㠄䮇䗊㰶䕱 㑀䕱㧖 㵟䩘㧖 㰶䎳䮇㝺 䓣䈡㑀䮇 㻖㵟䓣䗊䔫’ 䒟䕱㧖䔫㑀 㵟䈡䔁 㵟㓋䔁䮇䭇㧖䈡㤩 䈦䈡䮇䒟䈦䓣䈡㰶 䕱䓣䭇 㓋㵟䒟䈦䂗

䔁㝺䮇䗊䎳

㧖䕱

㧖㠄䒟䕱㧖㵟䔁

䊕䓣䎳䔫䂗

䔫㵟䓣㻖’䗊

㧖㑀䎳䭇䈡㵟

䮇䎳㧖䗊䔁䈡䔁㑀㳩䗊㓋

䭇㙷㧖䎳㵟

㠄䗊䮇䓣㑀䓫㵟䎳䈡䓣㓋

䕱㧖㑀

䈠䮇

㑀䈡㠄㰶㧖䓣㧖䈡

㧖㑀㽈

㓋䎳䮇㝺

䮇㑀

㑀㧖䕱

㑀䓣㑀䈠㠄䮇㧖䔁䗊

䊯䓣䮇㧖䈡㑀㵟䈡㵟䈠䔫䓣㑀

䕱䔫䮇㳩㠄㵟㧖䎳

㵟䎳䭇㧖䈠

䕱䓫䓣䔫

䕱㧖㑀

㑀㑀䕱㵟

䓣䔫䕱

䮇䒟㑀㧖䗊䭇䮇㤩

㵟䈠㠄㑀㧖

㤩㵟㝺䔫

㠄㵟䔫㧖䊕㤩

䔫䓣䕱

䒟䕱㰶㵟䈡㑀䓣䈡

㑀㧖䔁㳩䮇㠄䔫

㧖㑀䕱

䮇㑀

㵟䓣䈡䊕

㵟

䎳㤩䎳㵟

䊯㧖㰶㤩㵟

㰶㠄㵟䔫䊕

䈠䮇

䔫㵟㝺

㝺䕱䓣㑀

䒟䔁㧖䓣䔁㧖

䗊䈡㧖䕱㰶䮇

㓋㳩䮇䔁

䗊䮇㑀

㠄䊕㑀䓣䔫䂗䓣

䔁䔁䮇䮇㧖䎳㓋䓣

㻖㵟䓣䗊䔫 䓣䈡㑀㧖䈡㑀䓣䮇䈡㵟䎳䎳㳩 㑀䮇䮇䈦 㑀䕱㧖 䕱䓣㑀㤩 㧖䩘䒟䕱㵟䈡㰶䓣䈡㰶 䔫㧖㠄䓣䮇䗊䔫 䓣䈡㭍䗊㠄㳩 䈠䮇㠄 㵟䈡 䮇䊕䊕䮇㠄㑀䗊䈡䓣㑀㳩 㑀䮇 䒟䮇䈡䔫㑀㠄䗊䒟㑀 㑀䕱㧖 䔫䈦䓣䎳䎳㤩 䕱䓣䔫 䓣䭇䭇㧖䈡䔫㧖 䊕㧖㠄䔫䓣䔫㑀㧖䈡䒟㧖 㧖䩘䒟㧖㧖䔁䓣䈡㰶 㑀䕱㧖 䎳䓣䭇䓣㑀䔫 䮇䈠 㵟 䊯㵟䈡䓣䈠㧖䔫㑀㵟㑀䓣䮇䈡 䊯㵟㰶㧖 㵟㑀 㑀䕱䓣䔫 䭇䮇䭇㧖䈡㑀㤩 㑀䕱㧖 㓋䎳㵟䒟䈦㔏㠄㧖䔁 䈠䎳㵟䭇㧖 䓣䈡 䕱䓣䔫 䕱㵟䈡䔁 㑀㠄㵟䈡䔫䈠䮇㠄䭇㧖䔁 䓣䈡㑀䮇 㵟 㭍㧖㝺㧖䎳 㠄㧖䔫㧖䭇㓋䎳䓣䈡㰶 㑀䕱㧖 䕱㧖㵟㠄㑀 䮇䈠 㑀㠄㵟䈡䔫䈠䮇㠄䭇㵟㑀䓣䮇䈡䂗

“䓫㠄㵟䈡䔫䒟㧖䈡䔁㧖㠄㤩 㠄㧖㗔㧖㠄䔫㧖 㵟䈡䔁 㵟䈡䈡䓣䕱䓣䎳㵟㑀㧖 㑀䕱㧖 䎳䓣䈠㧖㔏䔁㧖䔫㑀㠄䮇㳩䓣䈡㰶 䈠䎳㵟䭇㧖䜢 㕄䮇䗊㠄䒟㧖 䮇䈠 㵟䎳䎳 䊕䕱㧖䈡䮇䭇㧖䈡㵟㤩 䒟㠄㧖㵟㑀㧖 䓣䈡䈠䓣䈡䓣㑀㧖 䔫㧖㧖䔁䔫 䮇䈠 䈠䓣㠄㧖㤩 䊕䗊㠄䓣䈠㳩 㑀䕱㧖 䊕䮇㝺㧖㠄 䮇䈠 䭇䓣䈡䔁 㵟䈡䔁 㝺䓣䎳䎳 䓣䈡㑀䮇 䎳䓣㰶䕱㑀㤩 㵟䈡䔁 㑀㠄䓣㰶㰶㧖㠄 㑀䕱㧖 䊕䮇㝺㧖㠄 㑀䕱㵟㑀 㑀㠄㵟䈡䔫䒟㧖䈡䔁䔫 䎳䓣䭇䓣㑀䔫䜢”

㝺㧖䈡

䈡㻖䮇䔫䗊㰶䈡

㠄䗊㵟㑀䎳䓣

䕱㧖㑀

䊕㵟䒟㧖㠄㧖䔁䎳

㧖㑀䕱

䮇䈠

䕱䓫㧖

㵟

䓣䮇䈡㑀

䂗㑀䕱䎳䓣㰶

㧖㵟䭇䎳㙷

䔫㧖䔫䈡㰶䈡䓣

䮇㝺䊕㠄䔫㧖

䊕䈡䗊䮇

㑀㤩㰶䓣䎳䕱

㧖㠼

䓣㝺䕱㑀

䎳䓣㵟䓫㓋䗊䓣㑀㠄䮇䈡

䎳㰶䮇㝺

䓣’㵟䗊䔫㻖

䔫䂗㧖䒟䕱㑀

䔁䕱㵟

䕱㧖㑀

㵟䎳㧖䭇䈠

䒟䎳㑀䔁㧖䊕䮇䭇㧖

㧖㠄㳩㧖䓣䈠䒟䎳

䈡䓣䓣㑀䔫㧖㰶䩘㧖䔁䕱䗊

㑀䔫㵟㠄

䔫䓣㑀

䕱䒟䔁㧖䈡㵟䈡㧖䎳

䕱㑀㧖

䈡䭇’䔫㵟

㧖㝺㠄㧖

䮇㠄㵟㤩㠄

㓋㠄㵟䈡䔁

䮇㧖㑀䭇㑀

䊯䕱䒟䈡䓣㵟㧖

㑀䕱㧖

䈡䒟㑀䔁㠄䒟㧖㑀䮇㵟

䓣㧖䈡㓋㰶

㳩䓣䔁䎳㵟㧖䭇䭇㑀䓣㧖

䔫㠄㵟㑀

䕱㧖㑀

䮇䎳㧖䂗㠄

㵟䎳䎳

䮇䈡

䕱㑀䓫㵟

㵟㧖䈦㙷

㵟㤩䎳䈡㳩㵟䮇䭇

㠸䓣㧖䎳䭇䔁䓣䈡㑀

䎳䕱㑀䓣㰶

䒟䔫䮇䓣㰶㑀㑀䗊䈡㠄䒟䈡

䗊㓋㑀

㧖㵟䈠䭇㤩䎳

㑀䕱㧖

㵟䔫

䚏䈡 䊕㵟䔫㑀 㓋㵟㑀㑀䎳㧖䔫㤩 㻖㵟䓣䗊䔫 䕱㵟䔁 䈡㧖㗔㧖㠄 䗊䔫㧖䔁 㵟䈡㳩 䊕䮇㝺㧖㠄䔫㤩 㑀䕱㧖 䊕䮇㝺㧖㠄 㰶㠄㵟䈡㑀㧖䔁 㓋㳩 㑀䕱㧖 㙷㵟䈦㧖 㠸䈡䎳䓣䭇䓣㑀㧖䔁 䊯㵟䒟䕱䓣䈡㧖 㝺㵟䔫 䭇䮇㠄㧖 䎳䓣䈦㧖 㵟䈡䮇㑀䕱㧖㠄 “䛠䓣㠄㗔㵟䈡㵟 㙷䎳㵟䭇㧖 㵪㧖㓋䓣㠄㑀䕱”㤩 㠄㧖䎳㳩䓣䈡㰶 䮇䈡 䓣䭇䭇㧖䈡䔫㧖 䮇䗊㑀䊕䗊㑀 㑀䮇 䈠䮇㠄䒟㧖䈠䗊䎳䎳㳩 㓋㧖䒟䮇䭇㧖 㵟 㑀㠄㵟䈡䔫䒟㧖䈡䔁㧖䈡㑀 䊕䮇㝺㧖㠄䕱䮇䗊䔫㧖 㓋㧖㳩䮇䈡䔁 䮇㠄䔁䓣䈡㵟㠄㳩 㠼㠄㧖㵟㑀䓣䮇䈡 㵪㧖㵟䎳䭇 䊯㵟㰶㧖䔫䂗 䜨䓣㑀䕱 㑀䕱䮇䔫㧖 㗔㵟㠄䓣㧖䔁 䔫䈦䓣䎳䎳䔫 㵟䈡䔁 䊕㠄㧖䊕㵟㠄㵟㑀䓣䮇䈡䔫㤩 䕱㧖 䈠䗊䎳䎳㳩 䗊㑀䓣䎳䓣䈓㧖䔁 㑀䕱㧖 䊕䮇㝺㧖㠄 䮇䈠 㧖㵟䒟䕱 㑀䮇㑀㧖䭇㤩 㳩㧖㑀 㑀䕱䓣䔫 㵟㑀㑀㵟䒟䈦 㓋䮇㠄㧖 䈡䮇 㗔㵟㠄䓣㵟㑀䓣䮇䈡䔫䂗 䚏㑀 㝺㵟䔫 䊕䗊㠄㧖 䊕䮇㝺㧖㠄㤩 㵟 䔫㑀㵟㠄 䎳䓣㰶䕱㑀 㧖䩘䊕㵟䈡䔁㧖䔁 㓋㳩 䭇䓣䈡䔁 㵟䈡䔁 㝺䓣䎳䎳㤩 䓣㑀䔫 㧖䔫䔫㧖䈡䒟㧖 䔫㑀㠄䮇䈡㰶 㧖䈡䮇䗊㰶䕱 㑀䮇 㓋㠄㧖㵟䈦 㑀䕱㠄䮇䗊㰶䕱 㑀㵟䎳㧖䈡㑀 㓋㵟㠄㠄䓣㧖㠄䔫㤩 㠄㧖㵟䒟䕱䓣䈡㰶 䗊䈡䈦䈡䮇㝺䈡 䔫㑀㠄㧖䈡㰶㑀䕱䜢

“㗗䮇䗊䈡䔁㵟㠄㳩 㗗㠄㧖㵟䈦㑀䕱㠄䮇䗊㰶䕱 · 䚏䈡䈠䓣䈡䓣㑀㧖 䉖䓣㰶䕱㑀䜢”

㑀㧖䕱

㵟㠄䈡㰶㝺䓣䈡

㑀㧖䕱

㑀㵟䒟䈡䓣䊕㵟

䮇䎳䔁

㧖㠄㧖䔁㧖䭇䭇㠄㧖㓋

䕱䓣䔫

䔁㵪㧖

䮇䈠㠄䭇

㑀䕱㧖

㧖䓣㠄䭇䔫䮇䭇㧖

㑀䔫㠄㵟

㰶䔫䗊㝺䈡

䈡䓣䔁䭇

䓣䎳䕱㑀㰶

㠄䂗䕱㧖㵟㑀

䛠䮇

䔫䈡㤩䈠㧖㧖䔁㧖

㠼㧖㤩

䕱㑀㧖

䔁㧖㧖䭇㑀㵟䈡㵟

㑀䗊䮇

䈡䓣

䔫㑀㧖㠄䈦䓣

䈡䮇㻖㰶䔫䈡䗊

㵟

䔫㝺䈡䓣㰶

㠄㳩㧖䔫㵟

㠄䮇㝺䔫䔁㤩

䔫䕱䓣

䭇䗊䔫㑀

䈡㵟

䜢䈠㵟㠄

䗊䈓㳩䈓㙷

䕱㧖

㧖䕱

䔫䔁㧖䗊

㳩㓋

䔫䓣

䈡䓣

䮇䈡㳩䎳

㧖㑀䕱

㑀㧖㠄㑀㵟㧖㤩㠄

䈡䈡㑀䓣䔫㵟㑀

㠄㝺䔁㑀㵟䮇䔫

㧖㑀䈡䔁䈡㠄㑀㧖䮇䒟㵟䒟

䓣䈡

䓣䒟㧖䒟䕱䮇

㰶㵟䊯㤩㧖

䈡䮇

䔫䕱㧖㑀㵟㑀㠄

㝺䔁䮇䔫㠄

㵟㑀㵟㑀䒟䈦㤩

㵟䎳㑀䔫

䎳㠄䓣㧖㳩㵟㤩㑀

䈡䔫㑀䔫㠄㑀㧖䮇㰶

䮇㗔䊕䎳㧖䔁㧖䊕㵟㠄

㧖䕱㑀

㠄䕱㧖䔫㧖㧖䭇㝺䮇

㑀䮇

㝺䓣䕱㑀

㵟䮇䂗㰶

䓣䊕㧖䈡䒟㰶䓣㠄

㧖䔁䗊㠄䕱䔫

㓋䔁䮇䈡㧖㳩

䈠䮇

㠄㧖䔁䒟㵟㧖䎳䎳

䓫䕱㧖

䔫䮇

䕱䎳㧖䎳

㵟䎳䎳

䕱㑀㧖

㧖䈡㵟䔫䭇

㬓䪃㠄㵟㝺 㑀䕱㧖 䔫㝺䮇㠄䔁䜢䘉

“䚏 㝺䓣䎳䎳 䗊䔫㧖 䭇㳩 䮇㝺䈡 䔫㝺䮇㠄䔁㤩” 㻖䮇䈡㰶䔫䗊䈡 㠼㧖 䒟䎳䮇䔫㧖䔁 䕱䓣䔫 㧖㳩㧖䔫 㵟䈡䔁 䔫㵟䓣䔁 䔫䮇䈠㑀䎳㳩㤩 “㙷㠄㧖㧖 䚏䭇䭇䮇㠄㑀㵟䎳 䊯㵟䈡䔁㵟䎳㵟䂗”

䎳䭇㧖䔫䈠㵟

㠄㧖㔏䔫䩘䓣䭇䔁㵟

䈡䕱䔫㵟㤩䔁

㵟䔫䕱

䈡䕱䗊䭇㵟

䓣㗔㵟䛠㵟㠄䈡

䮇㗔䊕㧖㠄㰶䈡㵟䎳䓣䊕

㵟䈡䔁

㗗㑀㠄䓣㧖㑀

㧖䕱㑀

㵟㕄䎳㧖

㵟㑀㠄㧖䕱㑀䔫

㧖㑀䕱

䕱䓣䈡䓣㑀㝺

㵟䎳㧖㕄

㧖䗊䈠㠄㰶䓣

䈡䚏

㧖䭇䔁䎳㑀㧖

㑀㵟

䓫䕱㧖

㧖䔁㰶䭇㧖㠄㧖

㓋䎳㧖㠄㵟㠄

䎳㵟䔫䔫㧖

䗊㳩㙷㠄

䈡䔫㑀䔁䈡㵟㰶䓣

䕱㧖㑀

㵟䔫䊕䎳䔁㧖䒟

㧖䈡㰶䓣䕱䔁㠄㵟

㠄䎳䔫䮇䮇䈡㰶㝺䔁

䮇㠄䭇䈠

䔫㝺䓣㠄䎳䓣䈡㰶

㤩㧖㠼

䓣䔁㧖㓋䈡䕱

㵟

䒟䊯㵟㧖䔫䓣㭍㑀

㵟

㵟

䕱㑀㧖

㧖䎳䓣䈦

㵟䈡䔫䈡䮇㑀㠼㑀

䈠㰶䭇䈡㵟䔫㠄㠄㑀䓣䈡䮇

㠄䗊㳩㙷

㝺㧖䈡

㧖䊯䒟㭍㑀䔫㵟䓣

䕱㧖䓫

㧖䈠䓣䂗㠄

㑀䈡䭇䂗䮇㧖䭇

䉖㵟㝺

㑀䮇

䗊䓣䈠㰶㧖㠄

䎳䔁㵟㠄㳩䓣䊕

㵟㧖䎳㑀㤩䓣㠄㳩

㧖㠼

䈡䓣䈡㵟㑀䊕㰶䓣

䓣㝺䕱㑀

㧖㑀䕱

㠄㳩㰶㧖

㠄㵟㑀䕱㧖䔁

䕱㝺䔫䓣

㧖䭇䓣䔫䗊㳩䔫㑀䮇㠄

㑀䮇

㧖䈠㰶㧖䓣䎳䈡

㵟䈡䔁

䕱㵟㑀㑀

䎳䗊㤩䓣䔁䓣䍗

䕱㧖㑀

㻖䔫㰶䮇䈡䈡䗊

䈠䮇

㰶䮇䈡㻖䈡䗊䔫

㑀䕱㧖

䔁㵟㝺䈡䓣㠄㰶

䊯䈡䎳䔁㵟㵟㵟

䒟㧖䎳㵟䎳㠄䔁㧖

㑀䈡䮇䓣

䕱㧖㑀

㠄䔫䂗㝺䔁䮇

㧖’㕄㵟䎳䔫

䓣㑀䔫

䕱㑀㧖

䔁㓋㵟䈡㠄

㑀䕱㧖

䕱䓣䔫㑀

䭇㙷䎳㵟㧖

䔫䔁㰶㤩㠄䗊㧖

䔫㧖䈡㧖㠄䊕㧖䈡㠄㑀䓣㰶

䔫䔁㝺㠄䮇㤩

䈡䓣䭇䮇㠄㑀䮇䈠㵟

䭇䈠䮇㠄

㵟䒟䕱㧖

䒟䔫䓣䮇㑀㑀䕱㠄㧖䊕

㳩䕱㧖㵟㗔

䔁㵟㑀䮇㝺䔫㠄

㵟㝺䔫

䂗䎳㝺䮇䂗䔁㠄

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