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... martial souls.
The leader looked old and was dressed luxuriously. Behind him was a pair of phantom shadows with dragon wings and martial souls. His face was full of gloomy arrogance, and his narrow eyes shone with sly emerald green light.
It was the Platinum Bishop Pallas that the Silver Armored Soul King spoke of, an eighty-five-level Contra.
He glanced around with a gloomy expression, taking in all the silver armored knights kneeling on the ground and his nephew who wa ...
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