"There are a lot of people, so I have to hurry."

"Magic that kills crows requires many souls, your soul, your soul, and despair."

"Go to Angela and find in the darkness eternal life, an eternal life."

Aria laughed and controlled a storm of blood, Aria controlled a storm that devoured the life around her.

However, as the hungry witch smelled, this action did not strengthen her magical powers.

Although the first blood sacrifice gave a magical power, now it is useless.

No, in fact, it is weak magic that causes it, but pared to strong magic, it is like an illusion between reality and truth, it doesn't exist at all, it is just an illusion that you created yourself. that. He just didn't say anything.

Aria obviously knew the difference between fantasy and reality, which made it worse as she felt worse.

Half of the police began to flee, but many lost their lives while fleeing, and the storm of blood took their lives.

Even after escaping the typhoon, the red ropes around them fell again, injuring at least five people.

"This poison is God's medicine, isn't it?"

The man who survived the storm of red rope and blood had only one arm left, but his leg was severed, the storm of blood pulled the severed leg, and the storm tore him apart. Stained with blood

"God's magic?"

Aria decides that her opponent cannot escape and finally stops the storm.

Because dealing with a storm like this requires some forethought.

"Compared to this title, I prefer the words 'saint' and 'blessing God over evil.'"

"I met the 'Holy Spirit' and turned into a witch."

He was obviously so stressed that Arya didn't kill her rival right away, but she did.

However, he seems to have no self-confidence, and he can only say such things in front of his enemies, as if he can only express himself through his actions.

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