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Chapter 93 Twenty-four hours in a person's life (4)(2/2)

For the human body, too powerful firepower turns people into ashes, and even a big pit is melted on the metal floor.

"Xia F. Qingying, thank you for letting me realize this. I am worthy of being the gods of the future! I admit, no, I have to admit that you are indeed people who are enough to cause changes in the past and the future."

The corpses in reality can't speak.

Only one piece of news was passed to Shina in an imaginary world.

"But as a god in the past, I will not stop any efforts. I will eliminate you, the root of disputes. And now you are okay?"

Then, [Advent of the sixth level authority in the Angel Palace.]

The sixth level permissions still cannot interfere with the automatic defense system of the Angel Palace, but they are enough as a key.

"My answer is still the same. If you want to do it, just try it!"

The child didn't know what fear was, so he waved the sword in his hand towards the black and white angel.

Currently, the number of particles is zero.

For Raiser, this war may lead to a victory.

But for individuals named Shina F. Qingying—

VEDA above the moon surface thought and came to a conclusion.

Survival and victory may not be possible.

"Why are they fighting, uncle?"

A young pink-haired girl hid in a protective room along with dozens of members of the Angel Palace as directed by VEDA.

She watched the dispute between the angel and the angel, and asked Ian beside her:

"Can't everyone live in harmony? Do you have to fight?"

Ian's wife Linda half-squatted down and touched the head of the scared child, trying to relieve the tension, quipped::

"Because this is an annoying boy! But there will be times when the gods will fight in the future. As a good girl, Felut must be familiar with all this...ah."

"In the battle with Gundam, he still has the strength to knock down all GN units. Is he a monster?"

Looking at the battlefield monitoring, an engineer showed a look of horror on his face.

He is the person in charge of GN prototype unit design, so he knows the horror.

"Is this really something that can be done without a real furnace, and the particles will also be exhausted?"

No answer.

The silent angel, under the golden eyes, the blue light spreads.

Without the interference of the GN prototype unit, the angel can turn around to face the pursuit of Aiweng, holding up the sword as if it is insurmountable mountains.

Nine hours left.

The long-lost severe pain surged strongly and persistently throughout his body. As the ELS-00Q Gundam, he tried hard to drive EXIA as he did when he suppressed the rebellion in the winter night.

"Why are you still fighting? You're just a child!"

Aiweng saw the young painful face from the communication and couldn't help but question it.

Why do you have to work hard to this extent?

And what is the significance of fighting in this world?

All of them are dead!

Then he saw the innocent smile of the boy.

——Only this point, there is no need to think or worry anymore.

The boy thought.

The boy who didn't even have the strength to speak drove an angel, stepped through artificial lakes, flew through artificial deserts, and walked step by step towards the dream of the unreachable future.

This is a battle beyond myths, and no god can get involved.

This is a showdown of the will of the warriors, and no speculation of nothing is allowed.

Only in this way, people across thousands of battlefields held up the sword of victory, passed through all beams and positions with their bodies, pierced the armor, pierced into their hearts, and nailed the black and white angels to the wall.
Chapter completed!
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