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   Naturally, the blackened Hilda could not resist. The Nibelungen ring in his hand instantly burst out a huge dark force trying to push back these tentacles.

But the tentacles transformed by the great sword exude darker power than the Nibelungen Ring. Not only is it not afraid of the Nibelungen Ring, but it absorbs the dark power erupting from it instantly, and the transformed tentacles It also became more active, and while wrapping the Hilda tightly, the energy in it began to i ...

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