The night was deep, and the dark particles in the air were so thick that they seemed to be real. Only the candles in the auditorium and the light from the torches in the hands of people outside the auditorium reflected solemn eyes and profound silhouettes on everyone's face, and they were far away. The sound of the wind sounded like battle horns and the chants of saints.
Zhang Liangshao looked at the man in front of him. The golden mask on his face still reflected obvious light in such darkness. Every pattern on it could be seen clearly. On the contrary, the eyes behind the mask were so gloomy that they were not clear. .
He clenched the long sword in his hand. Although this sword was not a holy sword, it was a sword with holy power blessed by the Pope. Flynn was not the third generation. If he was stabbed in the heart by a weapon mixed with silver, He will die too.
Zhang Liangshao glanced at the top of his head habitually, but did not see the level or health bar, so he couldn't help but cursed secretly.
Really, when Austin Qin did this, this game was so realistic that it felt like he was risking his life to play a copy of it.
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