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編輯: Atlas Studios
The absent-minded and mysterious expression on the young man's face added to his inhuman temperament.
He seemed to be controlled by a certain mysterious force. Or rather, a deity from a higher dimension had indeed descended into his weak body.
Such a temperament made the zealots who were about to confront him feel inexplicably scared. They could not help but want to kneel down in front of the young man and worship his toes.
Not to mention the Triple-headed Heavy Vulcan Machine Gun that the young man was carrying.
The super weapon from a higher dimension was much longer than a basket could carry.
It was like the basket on the young man's back was connected to an alternate dimension from which the deadliest weapon in hell could be retrieved infinitely.
On the surface of the deadly weapon, there were no gears, no joints, and no hissing steam.