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As Hela's head, no longer visible in beauty, approached Clarke's eyes and extended neck, the long-hidden dagger fell from Clarke's sleeve and pierced Hela's right hand with great force. In their eyes.

Hela suddenly screamed as her eyes hurt from being pierced, and her neck immediately retracted like a bullet. Clark took this opportunity to grab Millaire's wrist and run, past Butler Valente and Miss Hella, towards the wooden bridge in front of the castle.

However, halfway through, Clark stopped in shock and knelt down on the spot with Millet.

``The bridge...is gone?'' Clark looked at the wooden bridge that originally connected the two cliffs. The bridge was cut away, leaving only two steel piers at the end of the bridge.

Valente turned around with a creepy smile on his face and slowly walked towards Clark and Millet, who looked desperate. His deep voice was like a life-threatening charm for both of them, "You think I don't know what I want to do? Qiao, you should have done it sooner." It was destroyed. ”

"Why would you do this? Don't you even think about your own survival?" Clark couldn't believe it.

However, Clark's question was loudly mocked by Valente and Hera.

"What's so funny!?"

Hela didn't seem dissatisfied at all and pulled out the dagger that was stuck in her eye socket. He turned his head 180 degrees and looked at Valente and said, "Valente, or...tell them that maybe they can be more honest after learning the desperate truth."

Valente laughed and said, "Yes, then I will tell you the truth of this world."

A monster made of a mountain of flesh appeared in front of Clark, as if blocking out the sky and the sun, and its gigantic face was pressed against Clark's.

"This world isn't real," Valente said with secret satisfaction at Clark's shocked expression.

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