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... his pale and handsome face is full of indifference and ruthlessness.

Looking down at the group of low-level ants he thought were below.

The two infinity rough stones on the helmet radiate radiance, and a heavy breath permeates the sky.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and he waved down Gungnir, the gun of eternity, about to open his mouth to attack. Suddenly, a thick and excited voice came from his ear: "Loki~~"

Boom!

I saw a burly figure rushing st ...

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