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The black crystal World.
The dome of ten thousand towers.
The White tip of the tower glowed in the dark sky.
Under the arched dome.
It was an open square.
The square was packed with people.
At the end of the crowd.
It was a back view so tall that one could only look up at it!
"Interesting,"
there's actually a veteran ...
Standing under the tower like a giant, olmodo chuckled softly.
On the square.
The densely packed figures were like sculptures, not daring to move.
They only lowered their heads respectfully.
He patiently waited for any orders that olmodo might give.
But it was obvious.
The attention of this Holy Spirit from the depths of the starry sky was not on this.
His deep gaze penetrated the endless barrier of the two-dimensional world.
In the end, he locked onto a ruin near the periphery.
Over there.
Roger was faced with a dilemma.
There was no need to say more.
