In Lucas's view, the world full of hatred is a world of black and red, and almost everywhere is filled with unbearable ugliness. His people, countless demons, struggled in the ugliness, just like ants washed away by the flood, drifting with the flow of fate, and finally buried under the water.
"Lucas!"
"Lucas!"
Lucas retracted his foot that had stepped into the center of the formation, turned around and looked at the man running towards him. In this world of red and black, this man actually had a golden light on him. This light was not strong in the black and red sky, but it attracted all of Lucas's attention. He spread out his hands, looked at his pale palms, and spread out his five fingers. With just a little force, this little dragon emitting golden light would disappear in front of him.
But for some reason, his body seemed to have lost its normal consciousness, his veins were disordered, and his brain strongly resisted his command.
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