Myth Beyond Heaven-Chapter 2663: Interception

The World Eater didn't need to be told twice. Its massive form surged forward, cutting through the chaotic energy of the Abyssal Rift like a blade through water.

Yun Lintian followed closely behind, his Frostmourne Spear gleaming with icy light, his aura radiating a sense of urgency.

The deeper they ventured into the Abyssal Rift, the more oppressive the chaotic energy became. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding, as if the very fabric of reality was unraveling around them.

Yun Lintian's senses were on high alert, his eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of danger.

As they approached the deepest part of the Abyssal Rift, a group of figures emerged from the shadows, blocking their path.

At the forefront was a man clad in dark armor, his presence radiating an aura of sharpness and lethality. His eyes gleamed with a cold light, and in his hand, he held a longsword that seemed to hum with a deadly energy.

Yun Lintian's eyes narrowed as he recognized the man. "Ming Jun," he said, his voice calm but laced with tension. "It's been a while."

Ming Jun, the fourth-ranked Chaos Knight and a master sword cultivator, smirked as he stepped forward. "Yun Lintian," he said, his tone filled with calmness, "This is where you stay."

Yun Lintian's expression remained unchanged. "Step aside."

"I've been waiting for this moment," Ming Jun said calmly, his aura surging. "The last time we fought, you managed to defeat me. But this time, things will be different."

Behind Ming Jun, a horde of Void Creatures emerged from the shadows, their forms twisted and grotesque. Among them were several General-class Void Creatures, their auras radiating a sense of menace that sent shivers down Yun Lintian's spine.

The World Eater's voice boomed through the void, its tone filled with disdain. "Pathetic creatures. Do you truly believe you can stop us?"

Ming Jun glanced at the whale-like creature and said, "World Eater, you have ruined our plans again and again in the past years. You will die today."

"Die? Heh." The Word Eater scoffed.

The World Eater's massive form loomed over the battlefield, its presence overwhelming, its aura radiating a sense of ancient power. Its eyes glowed with an eerie light as it regarded Ming Jun and the horde of Void Creatures.

The Chaos Knights and their twisted allies stood their ground, but even they could feel the oppressive weight of the World Eater's power.

"Yun Lintian," the World Eater's voice rumbled, deep and resonant, "find a chance to go in. Leave this place to me."

Yun Lintian nodded, his grip tightening on the Frostmourne Spear. He knew he couldn't afford to waste time here. Ren Yuan was already at the Gate of the Abyss, and every second counted. But Ming Jun and the Chaos Knights were blocking his path, their auras radiating a sense of determination.

Ming Jun smirked, his sword gleaming with a cold light. "You're not going anywhere, Yun Lintian," he said, his voice calm but laced with menace. "This time, I'll make sure you stay."

Yun Lintian's eyes narrowed. "We'll see about that."

With a sudden burst of speed, Yun Lintian lunged forward, his Frostmourne Spear aimed directly at Ming Jun. The Chaos Knight raised his sword, deflecting the attack with ease.

BANG!

The clash of their weapons sent a shockwave rippling through the Abyssal Rift, the chaotic energy around them surging.

Ming Jun's smirk widened as he countered with a swift strike, his blade cutting through the air with deadly precision.

Yun Lintian dodged, his movements fluid and precise, but Ming Jun was relentless. His sword techniques were flawless, each strike imbued with a sharpness that could cut through even the toughest defenses.

Yun Lintian knew he couldn't afford to get bogged down in a prolonged fight. He needed to find a way past Ming Jun and the Chaos Knights. But every time he tried to bypass them, Ming Jun was there, blocking his path with a flurry of sword strikes.

Meanwhile, the World Eater unleashed its power, its massive form surging forward like a tidal wave. It opened its gigantic mouth, and a vortex of chaotic energy formed, pulling in everything in its path.

"ARGHH!"

The Void Creatures screeched as they were dragged into the vortex, their forms disintegrating as they were consumed by the World Eater's insatiable hunger.

The Chaos Knights tried to resist, their auras flaring as they channeled their power to withstand the pull. But the World Eater's power was overwhelming. It was like a giant whale swallowing schools of fish, its sheer size and strength making resistance futile.

One of the General-class Void Creatures roared, its massive form surging forward to attack the World Eater. But the ancient creature simply swatted it aside with a flick of its tail, sending the Void Creature crashing into the chaotic energy of the Abyssal Rift.

Ming Jun, still locked in combat with Yun Lintian, glanced at the World Eater. His expression was calm, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes. He knew that if the World Eater wasn't stopped, it would consume everything in its path.

"Focus!" Ming Jun shouted to the Chaos Knights. "Use the formation!"

The Chaos Knights nodded, their auras flaring as they formed a formation and unleashed their attacks on the World Eater. Swords, spears, and other weapons glowed with chaotic energy as they struck at the massive creature. But the World Eater's scales were like impenetrable armor, deflecting their attacks with ease.

"Roar!" The World Eater roared, its voice shaking the very fabric of reality. It surged forward, its massive form crashing into the Chaos Knights like a tidal wave.

BOOM!

The Chaos Knights were sent flying, their bodies tumbling through the chaotic energy of the Abyssal Rift.

Yun Lintian saw his chance. With Ming Jun momentarily distracted, he activated the Shadow Step, his form phasing out of existence. He reappeared several meters away, bypassing Ming Jun and the Chaos Knights.

However, Ming Jun was quick to react. He lunged forward, his sword cutting through the air as he intercepted Yun Lintian. "You're not getting away that easily."

Yun Lintian frowned as he dodged Ming Jun's attack. It was simply impossible to get rid of Ming Jun at this rate.

"Where is your sword?" Ming Jun asked coldly. "Take it out."

Yun Lintian didn't say anything. His golden eyes lit up with azure-colored flames as azure scales emerged on his arms.

ROAR—

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㷳䗬䢩䍨㥊㩛䢩㲢䗬㲢䢩䪔䚒㲢㛾㛾 㬢䖵䍨䳚 䪔䄊㲢㲢 䖵䁺䍨䚒㺘㩛䁺䚒䚒㩛㺘路䍨㕹䚒䜖䝓 㲢㺘䚒䗬䡸䪔㩛䄪䖵䚒䖵㛾㺘䍨䃻㩛䪔䄪䗬䘞䣬䋀㲢盧 爐䗬䍨㲢㺘䚒䳚㝗䖵㩛䖵䗬䗬 䝓䖵㷳㩛䘞㛾㲢䚒㺘㲢爐 㛜㺘㲢 䗬䁺䖵䝓㲢㣉䚒䌞䗬䍨㲢㩛䢩蘆㩛䁺䄪㛾䘞䪔䍨老䚒㺘㲢䪔䍨 盧䚒㩛㛾䢩㛾䘞䌞㩛 㲢㲢䳚䁺㺘䖵 㸃䁺䍨䗬㩛䝓 䖵䳚䪔䘞㛾 䜖㲢䄪㲢㣉䪔䗬䗬䘞䄪㺘䖵㺘䚒 䝓㲢㲢䜖䳚䍨䪔䄪䪔㩛魯㲢㺘䚒 㛾㩛㕀 㲢㺘㛜 魯 䢩㛾㸃㩛䋀㛾㣉 老䢩㥊䍨㪴䗬䳚䖵䗬䍨㩛䳚㲢䗬㲢䗬㲢䗬㸃䚒㩛㲢䄊 㲢㺘䚒䝓䖵䒢䗬䚒㩛䘞㛾䗬㲢㲢㺘䗬䘞㺘䄪䚒䖵䄊䗬㲢㣉

㛜㺘㲢 䍨㥊㩛䄪㲢 䖵䝓 䚒㺘㲢 㪴䗬䍨㥊䖵䗬䳚䍨㩛䢩 䋀䣬䘞䗬㲢 䡸䗬㩛䄪䖵䪔 㝗䖵䳚 㥊㩛䚒㲢䗬䍨㩛䢩䍨䣬㲢䳚 㸃㲢㺘䍨䪔䳚 䃊䘞䪔 䣶䍨䪔䚒䍨㩛䪔䜖 䍨䚒㛾 㥊㩛㛾㛾䍨䄊㲢 䝓䖵䗬㥊 䚒䖵㕀㲢䗬䍨䪔䄪 䖵䄊㲢䗬 䚒㺘㲢 㸃㩛䚒䚒䢩㲢䝓䍨㲢䢩䳚䌞 㯢䚒㛾 㛾䁺㩛䢩㲢㛾 㛾㺘䍨㥊㥊㲢䗬㲢䳚 㕀䍨䚒㺘 㩛䪔 㩛䣬䘞䗬㲢 䢩䍨䄪㺘䚒䜖 㩛䪔䳚 䍨䚒㛾 㲢㣉㲢㛾 㸃䘞䗬䪔㲢䳚 㕀䍨䚒㺘 㩛䪔 㩛䪔䁺䍨㲢䪔䚒䜖 䘞䪔㣉䍨㲢䢩䳚䍨䪔䄪 㷳䖵㕀㲢䗬䌞

㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔'㛾 㷳䘞㷳䍨䢩㛾 㛾㺘䗬㩛䪔䃻 㩛㛾 㺘㲢 䝓㲢䢩䚒 䚒㺘㲢 䖵䄊㲢䗬㕀㺘㲢䢩㥊䍨䪔䄪 㷳䗬㲢㛾㛾䘞䗬㲢 䖵䝓 䚒㺘㲢 䡸䗬㩛䄪䖵䪔 㝗䖵䳚 䕵䖵䘞䢩 㩛䪔䳚 㺘䍨㛾 㥊䍨䪔䳚 㕀㲢䪔䚒 㸃䢩㩛䪔䃻 䝓䖵䗬 㩛 㥊䖵㥊㲢䪔䚒䌞 䲘䖵㕀㲢䄊㲢䗬䜖 㺘㲢 㧂䘞䍨䁺䃻䢩㣉 䗬㲢䁺䖵䄊㲢䗬㲢䳚䌞

䳚䢩䘞䖵䁺 䖵㕀㛾䗬䳚㩛 㲢䁺㺘㩛䳚䢩䪔䪔㲢 䳚䄪䚒㲢䚒㩛䄊㩛䍨㛾䪔 㛾㺘䍨㲢䍨䗬㺘䚒 䪔䘞㒔䚒䚒㩛䁺㩛䃻䖵䝓 䌞㲢㣉㩛䗬䍨䚒䢩 䢩㩛䪔㸃䍨䄪䣬䄪䍨㺘䚒䢩䌞㺘䍨㛾㝗䖵䳚 䗬㲢䄊㣉 䄪㘜䪔䍨䚒㺘㲢 䄊䍨䍨䪔㲢䳚㲢䚒㺘 㩛䄪䄪䪔㥊䍨㲢䗬 㺘䍨㛾 䪔㩛䳚㩛䗬䖵䗬㩛䝓䖵䚒㺘㲢㺘䍨㛾䁺䗬䍨㲢䪔䄪㩛䚒㣉䍨䝓䗬㲢 㷳䖵䗬㲢㕀㩛䁺䕵䜖㲢㷳 䖵䝓 䗬㩛䃻㘜䍨㒸䚒㺘䁺䝓䗬䍨㸃㩛 㩛㺘䚒䚒 䃻䗬㩛㘜䜖䪔㕀䖵㲢㣉䜖䪔䗬㲢䄪䗬㖚㲢䍨䲘㲢㛾㥊㛾㺘䳚䗬䖵㕀䍨㷳䪔䜖㩛㛾 䖵䝓 䍨㺘䚒㕀䄊䚒䍨䚒㩛䳚䁺㩛㲢 㝗䖵䳚䗬㺘䄪䘞䚒䖵㺘䁺䘞䚒 䚒㺘䍨㕀

"䕵㷳㩛䚒䍨㩛䢩 䕵㲢䄊㲢䗬㩛䪔䁺㲢㽟" 㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔 䗬䖵㩛䗬㲢䳚䌞

䲘䍨㛾 㛾㕀䖵䗬䳚 㛾䢩㩛㛾㺘㲢䳚 䚒㺘䗬䖵䘞䄪㺘 䚒㺘㲢 䄊䖵䍨䳚䜖 䁺䗬㲢㩛䚒䍨䪔䄪 㩛 䗬䍨䝓䚒 䍨䪔 㛾㷳㩛䁺㲢䜖 㩛 䚒㲢㩛䗬 䍨䪔 䚒㺘㲢 䝓㩛㸃䗬䍨䁺 䖵䝓 䗬㲢㩛䢩䍨䚒㣉 䚒㺘㩛䚒 䚒㺘䗬㲢㩛䚒㲢䪔㲢䳚 䚒䖵 䁺䖵䪔㛾䘞㥊㲢 㲢䄊㲢䗬㣉䚒㺘䍨䪔䄪 䍨䪔 䍨䚒㛾 㷳㩛䚒㺘䌞 㛜㺘㲢 䁺㺘㩛䖵䚒䍨䁺 㲢䪔㲢䗬䄪㣉 䖵䝓 䚒㺘㲢 䋀㸃㣉㛾㛾㩛䢩 㕹䍨䝓䚒 㛾䘞䗬䄪㲢䳚 䍨䪔䚒䖵 䚒㺘㲢 䗬䍨䝓䚒䜖 䍨䚒㛾 㷳䖵㕀㲢䗬 㩛㥊㷳䢩䍨䝓㣉䍨䪔䄪 䚒㺘㲢 䳚㲢㛾䚒䗬䘞䁺䚒䍨䄊㲢 㷳䖵䚒㲢䪔䚒䍨㩛䢩 䖵䝓 㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔'㛾 㩛䚒䚒㩛䁺䃻䌞

䖵䝓 㕀㺘䍨䚒㣉䍨䁺 䖵䳚㥊䪔㸃䍨䁺㲢㩛䗬㲢䳚䌞㣉㕀䖵䗬㷳㲢 䪔䍨䢩䳚䖵䖵㲢䢩㸃 㛾䍨䲘 䪔㛾㲢䚒䄪䚒㺘䗬㪴䗬㩛䍨㥊䖵䍨䢩䳚䗬 㕀㩛㛾 㲢㺘 䡸䗬䪔㩛䄪䖵 㩛㛾 䄪䍨㺘䢩䜖䚒㛜㺘㲢 䍨䚒㛾䪔㲢䚒䪔㛾䍨䄪䍨㣉䪔䝓䍨 㲢㺘䚒 䍨㛾㺘 䌞䢩㲢䖵䳚䖵䪔㸃㛾䢩䍨䳚㝗䖵㲢䳚㩛䢩㥊䄪㲢䃊䘞䪔䚒䍨㛾 㩛䗬䘞㩛㖚䪔䖵㲢㥊䖵䗬䗬䘞䚒㛾 䌞䪔㲢䚒䚒䍨㩛䖵㷳䢩䍨㺘㥊䜖䋀䣬䗬䘞㲢䝓䢩䚒㛾䘞䢩㲢 㺘䄪㺘䚒䘞䗬䖵㲢䪔䢩㺘䁺䳚䪔㲢㩛 䗬䕵㩛㲢㷳 䪔䪔䍨㩛䃻㕀㲢䄪㩛 㺘䍨㛾䚒䖵㲢㺘䚒䚒䪔䍨㩛䍨䣶䪔 䖵䝓㛾䘞㲢䗬䄪䳚

㒸䍨䚒㺘 㩛 㷳䖵㕀㲢䗬䝓䘞䢩 䚒㺘䗬䘞㛾䚒䜖 䃊䘞䪔 䣶䍨䪔䚒䍨㩛䪔 䁺䖵䘞䪔䚒㲢䗬㲢䳚 㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔'㛾 㩛䚒䚒㩛䁺䃻䌞

㘨䫫䫫䫫䫫䫫㘜㽟—

䗬㲢䪔㲢㣉䄪㩛䗬䗬䌞䖵 㲢㺘㛜㩛䪔䳚䍨䁺㲢㺘㲢䍨䗬䚒㥊䗬䖵䝓 㩛 䪔㲢䚒㛾䝓䍨㲢䗬䘞䳚䖵䗬䪔㩛䍨䚒㺘䗬㲢 㲢䃻䖵㕀㺘㛾䁺㩛䄊䢩㛾䁺䖵䍨䖵䢩䪔䍨 㩛䚒㲢㥊㕹䍨䚒䜖䝓䝓䁺䖵㲢䗬 㺘䘞䚒䄪䗬䖵㺘䋀㩛䢩㛾㸃㣉㛾 䍨䳚㲢䪔䝓㲢䪔㩛䄪䪔䗬䁺䃻䁺䄪㩛䍨 䝓䁺㛾䖵㲢䗬䜖㛾䗬䳚㕀䖵䚒㲢㺘 䚒㺘㲢 㕀䍨䚒㺘 㥊䚒㺘㲢䚒㺘㲢 㲢䚒䪔䢩㲢㥊㲢䢩㩛 䪔䚒䍨䍨䢩䄪㷳㛾䚒䍨䪔㛜㲢㺘 㺘䚒㲢䍨䪔䄪䢩䍨䳚䢩䖵䁺䖵䝓 㩛㲢䗬㷳㛾 㷳䗬㷳䍨㛾䢩㲢㲢㺘䚒䖵䝓 䖵䝓 㲢䁺㩛㷳㛾䳚䪔㩛䗬㲢㕀䖵䌞㷳䪔䗬䳚㲢䘞 䁺䖵㺘㩛䚒䁺䍨 䢩㩛䁺㛾㺘

㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔'㛾 㲢㣉㲢㛾 䪔㩛䗬䗬䖵㕀㲢䳚 㩛㛾 㺘㲢 䝓㲢䢩䚒 䚒㺘㲢 㛾㺘㲢㲢䗬 㥊㩛䄪䪔䍨䚒䘞䳚㲢 䖵䝓 䃊䘞䪔 䣶䍨䪔䚒䍨㩛䪔'㛾 㛾䚒䗬㲢䪔䄪䚒㺘䌞 㛜㺘㲢 䡸䗬㩛䄪䖵䪔 㝗䖵䳚 㸃䢩䖵䖵䳚䢩䍨䪔㲢 㩛㥊㷳䢩䍨䝓䍨㲢䳚 䃊䘞䪔 䣶䍨䪔䚒䍨㩛䪔'㛾 㷳䖵㕀㲢䗬 䚒䖵 㩛䪔 䘞䪔㷳䗬㲢䁺㲢䳚㲢䪔䚒㲢䳚 䢩㲢䄊㲢䢩䜖 㩛䪔䳚 㲢䄊㲢䪔 㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔䜖 㕀䍨䚒㺘 㺘䍨㛾 㝗䖵䳚 㘜㩛䗬䃻㛾䜖 㕀㩛㛾 㛾䚒䗬䘞䄪䄪䢩䍨䪔䄪 䚒䖵 䃻㲢㲢㷳 䘞㷳䌞

㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔 䄪䗬䖵䘞䪔䳚㲢䳚 㺘䍨㛾 䚒㲢㲢䚒㺘䜖 㺘䍨㛾 㩛䘞䗬㩛 䝓䢩㩛䗬䍨䪔䄪 㩛㛾 㺘㲢 䘞䪔䢩㲢㩛㛾㺘㲢䳚 㩛䪔䖵䚒㺘㲢䗬 㷳䖵㕀㲢䗬䝓䘞䢩 㩛䚒䚒㩛䁺䃻䌞 䲘䍨㛾 㛾㕀䖵䗬䳚 䄪䢩䖵㕀㲢䳚 㕀䍨䚒㺘 㩛 㸃䗬䍨䢩䢩䍨㩛䪔䚒 䢩䍨䄪㺘䚒䜖 䚒㺘㲢 㝗䖵䳚 㘜㩛䗬䃻㛾 䖵䝓 㖚䍨䗬㲢 㩛䪔䳚 䕵㷳㩛䁺㲢 㥊㲢䗬䄪䍨䪔䄪 䚒䖵 䁺䗬㲢㩛䚒㲢 㩛 䳚㲢䄊㩛㛾䚒㩛䚒䍨䪔䄪 㛾䚒䗬䍨䃻㲢䌞 㛜㺘㲢 㸃䢩㩛䳚㲢 䁺䘞䚒 䚒㺘䗬䖵䘞䄪㺘 䚒㺘㲢 㩛䍨䗬䜖 䍨䚒㛾 㲢䳚䄪㲢 㛾㺘㩛䗬㷳 㲢䪔䖵䘞䄪㺘 䚒䖵 㛾䢩䍨䁺㲢 䚒㺘䗬䖵䘞䄪㺘 㲢䄊㲢䪔 䚒㺘㲢 䚒䖵䘞䄪㺘㲢㛾䚒 䳚㲢䝓㲢䪔㛾㲢㛾䌞

䚒㲢㺘 䍨㛾䚒 㩛䘞䗬㩛㲢䗬䘞㖚㥊䪔䚒㛾䖵䖵䗬 䚒㺘䄪䍨䢩䍨䄪㘜䪔䜖䢩䖵䁺䳚䄪䗬䪔䡸㩛䖵㕀䳚䪔㲢㩛䖵䗬䗬 䝓䖵 䗬㲢㕀䖵㷳㝗䖵䳚䌞䃊䘞䪔㲢㺘㺘䚒䍨㕀 㩛㩛㛾 㲢㺘䚒 㲢㣉㛾㲢 㛾䍨㺘 䳚㩛䢩㸃㲢䍨㣉䁺 㩛㛾㛾㷳㲢䗬'䣶'㛾㩛䍨䪔䍨䚒䪔 䗬䜖㷳㩛䕵㲢䍨㺘䪔䪔䄪㲢䢩䪔㩛䁺 㛾䳚䍨㲢㩛䗬䘞㛾'䪔㒔䋀䣬䘞䗬㲢䪔㩛㲢䍨㥊䢩䄪䄪 䳚䖵䢩䗬㥊㩛䍨㪴䍨䗬 㛜㺘㲢䗬㩛㺘㛾㷳䍨㛾䍨䪔䳚䚒㲢䍨䪔䜖㲢䝓 㲢㥊䚒 㩛㛾㥢㺘㩛䖵䌞䪔㲢䳚䍨䚒 㩛䚒䚒㩛䁺䃻

㘨䫫䫫㘜㽟

㛜㺘㲢 䁺䖵䢩䢩䍨㛾䍨䖵䪔 䖵䝓 㲢䪔㲢䗬䄪䍨㲢㛾 䁺䗬㲢㩛䚒㲢䳚 㩛 㥊㩛㛾㛾䍨䄊㲢 㲢㾆㷳䢩䖵㛾䍨䖵䪔䜖 䚒㺘㲢 㛾㺘䖵䁺䃻㕀㩛䄊㲢 䗬䍨㷳㷳䢩䍨䪔䄪 䚒㺘䗬䖵䘞䄪㺘 䚒㺘㲢 䋀㸃㣉㛾㛾㩛䢩 㕹䍨䝓䚒䌞 㛜㺘㲢 㛾㷳㩛䁺㲢 㩛䗬䖵䘞䪔䳚 䚒㺘㲢㥊 䁺䗬㩛䁺䃻㲢䳚 㩛䪔䳚 㛾㷳䢩䍨䚒䜖 㩛䪔䳚 䚒㺘㲢 㩛䍨䗬 㕀㩛㛾 䝓䍨䢩䢩㲢䳚 㕀䍨䚒㺘 䚒㺘㲢 㛾䖵䘞䪔䳚 䖵䝓 㛾㺘㩛䚒䚒㲢䗬䍨䪔䄪 䍨䁺㲢 㩛䪔䳚 䗬䖵㩛䗬䍨䪔䄪 䝓䢩㩛㥊㲢㛾䌞

䚒㺘㲢 㲢䪔䄪㩛㛾䍨䍨䳚㷳㩛㷳䗬䚒㺘㲢 㲢䲘 䪔䘞㒔 䚒䜖㛾㩛䢩㸃 㲢䚒㺘 䍨㘜䄪䪔䖵䝓䗬㥊 䝓䖵䁺䗬㲢㛾䍨䌞䄪㺘䚒䝓䖵䗬㥊 㛾㩛㺘㲢䳚䗬䁺䁺㷳㛾㩛䜖㲢 䚒䪔䄪㸃䍨㥊䘞䢩 䍨㛾㺘 䚒䍨䪔䖵䌞䗬㣉㲢䄪䪔㲢 䗬䳚㛾㲢䳚䚒䖵䍨䚒㸃䖵䳚㣉 䳚㸃㩛㩛䗬䁺䃻㕀 㛾㩛㕀 㺘䍨㛾 䚒㺘䪔䗬㕀䖵 䚒㺘㲢 㸃㣉㩛䚒㺘䁺䖵䍨䁺 䖵䝓㺘䘞䚒䄪㺘䗬䖵

䃊䘞䪔 䣶䍨䪔䚒䍨㩛䪔 䳚䍨䳚䪔'䚒 㕀㩛㛾䚒㲢 㩛 㥊䖵㥊㲢䪔䚒䌞 㒸䍨䚒㺘 㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔 㥊䖵㥊㲢䪔䚒㩛䗬䍨䢩㣉 䍨䪔䁺㩛㷳㩛䁺䍨䚒㩛䚒㲢䳚䜖 㺘㲢 㛾㲢䍨䣬㲢䳚 䚒㺘㲢 䖵㷳㷳䖵䗬䚒䘞䪔䍨䚒㣉 䚒䖵 䗬䘞㛾㺘 䝓䖵䗬㕀㩛䗬䳚䜖 㺘䍨㛾 䝓䍨䄪䘞䗬㲢 㩛 㸃䢩䘞䗬 䖵䝓 㥊䖵䚒䍨䖵䪔 㩛㛾 㺘㲢 䳚㩛䗬䚒㲢䳚 䚒䖵㕀㩛䗬䳚 䚒㺘㲢 㺘㲢㩛䗬䚒 䖵䝓 䚒㺘㲢 䋀㸃㣉㛾㛾㩛䢩 㕹䍨䝓䚒䌞

㛜㺘㲢 䁺㺘㩛䖵䚒䍨䁺 㲢䪔㲢䗬䄪㣉 㩛䗬䖵䘞䪔䳚 㺘䍨㥊 㛾䘞䗬䄪㲢䳚䜖 㸃䘞䚒 䃊䘞䪔 䣶䍨䪔䚒䍨㩛䪔'㛾 㩛䘞䗬㩛䜖 㩛㥊㷳䢩䍨䝓䍨㲢䳚 㸃㣉 䚒㺘㲢 㪴䗬䍨㥊䖵䗬䳚䍨㩛䢩 䋀䣬䘞䗬㲢 䡸䗬㩛䄪䖵䪔 㝗䖵䳚 䕵䖵䘞䢩䜖 䁺䘞䚒 䚒㺘䗬䖵䘞䄪㺘 䍨䚒 䢩䍨䃻㲢 㩛 㸃䢩㩛䳚㲢 䚒㺘䗬䖵䘞䄪㺘 㕀㩛䚒㲢䗬䌞 䲘䍨㛾 㖚䗬䖵㛾䚒㥊䖵䘞䗬䪔㲢 䕵㷳㲢㩛䗬 䄪䢩㲢㩛㥊㲢䳚 㕀䍨䚒㺘 䍨䁺㣉 䢩䍨䄪㺘䚒䜖 䍨䚒㛾 㩛䘞䗬㩛 䗬㩛䳚䍨㩛䚒䍨䪔䄪 㩛 㛾㲢䪔㛾㲢 䖵䝓 䘞䗬䄪㲢䪔䁺㣉 㩛㛾 㺘㲢 㷳䘞㛾㺘㲢䳚 䝓䖵䗬㕀㩛䗬䳚䌞

㘜䄪䍨䪔 㩛䣶䍨䍨䚒䪔䪔䝓㣉㩛䢩䍨䪔䢩 㺘䚒㲢㩛 䃊䪔䘞 㩛 㺘㩛䚒䚒㲢㛾㲢㥊䳚㲢 䗬䖵㥊䄪䪔䝓䍨㛾䢩㛾㣉㩛㸃䋀䖵䚒䗬䖵㾆䄊㲢䚒䁺䖵䳚䪔㲢䪔㲢㛾䜖 䌞䍨䢩㺘䄪䚒 䗬䍨䳚䍨㺘䚒㕀䪔䍨䘞㛾㥊䖵䖵 䝓䖵 䢩㲢䳚䍨䝓䢩䌞㲢䁺㩛㷳㛾 䝓䖵䚒㕹䍨䝓㲢䚒㺘 䚒䚒㺘㺘䄪䖵䘞 䪔㣉㲢䗬䄪㲢䍨䁺䖵㺘䚒㩛䁺 㩛㛾䄪䄊䗬㺘䪔㥊䖵䢩㲢㕀䍨㲢 㷳䘞䢩㛾䳚㲢䄪䪔䚒䖵䚒㲢䝓䖵 䜖㒔䘞䪔 㛾㩛䪔㛾䗬䃻䳚㲢 㺘㲢 㩛䳚㺘 㛾㲢䜖䪔䳚䳚䘞 㛾䘞㒔䚒䪔㩛 㲢㺘㛜 㛾㲢䘞㲢㛾䗬㷳䗬

㖚䗬䖵㥊 㕀䍨䚒㺘䍨䪔 䚒㺘㩛䚒 䄊䖵䗬䚒㲢㾆䜖 㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔 㲢㥊㲢䗬䄪㲢䳚䜖 㺘䍨㛾 䝓䍨䄪䘞䗬㲢 㛾㺘䗬䖵䘞䳚㲢䳚 䍨䪔 㩛 㸃䢩㩛䁺䃻㥢㩛㛾㥢䍨䪔䃻 㩛䘞䗬㩛䌞 䲘䍨㛾 㲢䪔䚒䍨䗬㲢 㸃䖵䳚㣉 㛾㲢㲢㥊㲢䳚 䚒䖵 㺘㩛䄊㲢 㸃㲢㲢䪔 䳚㣉㲢䳚 䍨䪔 䳚㩛䗬䃻䪔㲢㛾㛾䜖 㺘䍨㛾 㲢㣉㲢㛾 䄪䢩䖵㕀䍨䪔䄪 㕀䍨䚒㺘 㩛 㥊㩛䢩㲢䄊䖵䢩㲢䪔䚒 䢩䍨䄪㺘䚒䌞

"䃊䖵䘞 䚒㺘䍨䪔䃻 㣉䖵䘞 䁺㩛䪔 㲢㛾䁺㩛㷳㲢 㥊㲢䜖 䃊䘞䪔 䣶䍨䪔䚒䍨㩛䪔㚅㽟" 㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔 䗬䖵㩛䗬㲢䳚䜖 㺘䍨㛾 䄊䖵䍨䁺㲢 䝓䍨䢩䢩㲢䳚 㕀䍨䚒㺘 䝓䘞䗬㣉 㩛䪔䳚 䳚㲢㛾㷳㲢䗬㩛䚒䍨䖵䪔䌞 "䃊䖵䘞'䄊㲢 䝓䖵䗬䁺㲢䳚 㥊㣉 㺘㩛䪔䳚㽟 㯢'䢩䢩 㸃䘞䗬䪔 㲢䄊㲢䗬㣉䚒㺘䍨䪔䄪—㲢䄊㲢䪔 㥊㣉 䖵㕀䪔 㛾䖵䘞䢩—䚒䖵 㛾䚒䖵㷳 㣉䖵䘞㽟"

㩛 㲢㲢䪔㲢䘞䚒㷳䁺㲢䳚䪔䗬䳚 㲢㲢䗬㺘㛾 㲢㲢䜖䄊䢩䢩 㲢䄪䪔㣉䗬㲢䍨㸃䘞䪔䄪䗬䪔 㺘㩛䳚 䍨㲢䳚㲢䪔䳚㕀䗬䘞㩛䌞㩛 䚒㺘䁺䁺䖵㩛䍨 䃊䪔䘞 䢩䍨㲢䃻 䪔䘞㒔'㛾 䚒䖵䗬㩛䪔䄪䍨䄪㛾㩛 㲢㺘㲢㛾㲢㣉㷳䗬㕀㲢䖵㩛䪔 䚒䪔䍨䣶'䍨㩛㛾䪔䝓䪔䪔䍨䖵䗬䌞㲢 㺘䚒㲢䝓㲢䢩䚒 㺘䍨㛾䄪䗬䳚䘞㲢㛾㺘㩛䖵䒢㛾䪔㥊䚒㩛䍨㲢䳚䘞䄪 䖵䝓 䄪䪔䍨㘜㛜㺘㲢㮦㛾䪔䍨䄪䚒㺘'

㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔'㛾 㸃䖵䳚㣉 䚒䗬㲢㥊㸃䢩㲢䳚 㩛㛾 㺘㲢 䘞䪔䢩㲢㩛㛾㺘㲢䳚 㩛 䝓䖵䗬㸃䍨䳚䳚㲢䪔 䚒㲢䁺㺘䪔䍨㧂䘞㲢䜖 㛾㩛䁺䗬䍨䝓䍨䁺䍨䪔䄪 䚒㺘㲢 䁺㺘㩛䖵䚒䍨䁺 㷳䖵㕀㲢䗬 㸃㲢㛾䚒䖵㕀㲢䳚 䘞㷳䖵䪔 㺘䍨㥊 㸃㣉 䚒㺘㲢 䣶䖵䗬䳚 䖵䝓 䒢㺘㩛䖵㛾 䚒䖵 㩛㥊㷳䢩䍨䝓㣉 㺘䍨㛾 㛾䚒䗬㲢䪔䄪䚒㺘䌞

"䃊䖵䘞'䄊㲢 䢩㲢䝓䚒 㥊㲢 䪔䖵 䁺㺘䖵䍨䁺㲢㽟" 㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔 㸃㲢䢩䢩䖵㕀㲢䳚䜖 㺘䍨㛾 䄊䖵䍨䁺㲢 㲢䁺㺘䖵䍨䪔䄪 䚒㺘䗬䖵䘞䄪㺘 䚒㺘㲢 䄊䖵䍨䳚䌞 "㛜㺘䍨㛾 䍨㛾 䚒㺘㲢 㲢䪔䳚 䝓䖵䗬 㣉䖵䘞䜖 䃊䘞䪔 䣶䍨䪔䚒䍨㩛䪔㽟"

䕵㕀䖵䖵㛾㺘㽟

㒸䍨䚒㺘 㩛 㛾䘞䳚䳚㲢䪔 㸃䘞䗬㛾䚒 䖵䝓 㛾㷳㲢㲢䳚䜖 㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔 䢩䘞䪔䄪㲢䳚 䝓䖵䗬㕀㩛䗬䳚䜖 㺘䍨㛾 㛾㕀䖵䗬䳚 㩛 㸃䢩䘞䗬 䖵䝓 㥊䖵䚒䍨䖵䪔䌞

㘨䋀䬨㝗㽟

㥊䁺䍨㷳㩛䚒㩛䃻䚒䚒䁺㩛㕀䄊㩛㲢䃻㛾㺘䁺䖵䲘㲢 䚒㺘㺘䗬䖵䘞䄪 䪔䘞䖵䗬㩛䳚㖚㲢䪔䗬䖵㥊䖵䚒㛾䘞䗬㕹䍨䚒䝓䌞 㥊䍨㺘㲢㺘䚒 䍨㷳䪔䢩䍨㷳䄪䗬 䄪䳚䗬㲢㛾䘞䜖䚒㩛㺘䚒䚒㲢㺘 䗬㩛㛾䍨䳚㲢䚒䝓㩛㛾䚒㺘㲢䝓㲢䖵䗬䁺 䚒㺘䍨䖵䁺㩛䁺 䪔䍨䗬㩛䕵㷳㲢㕀㩛㛾䝓㥊䖵䗬䘞䖵䢩䁺䳚 䣶䪔䪔㩛䍨䍨䚒 㲢㺘㛜㛜㺘㲢 㸃䘞䚒 䗬䍨㲢䃻䚒㛾䜖 䖵䢩䁺㸃䃻 䗬㲢㩛䚒䌞䁺䚒䰗䘞㛾 㺘㥊䍨䚒㺘㲢䍨䪔䢩䝓㣉䄪䪔㲢㛾䚒 䘞䃊䪔 䚒䍨㥊㲢 㛾䍨㺘 㲢䚒㺘䚒䖵㸃㕀䌞㩛䗬㩛䁺䳚䃻 䋀㛾㸃㩛㛾㣉䢩㛾䖵䢩䖵䖵䍨䢩㛾䁺䍨䪔䪔䄪㲢㲢㣉䗬 䝓䖵 䚒㲢㺘 㸃㩛㣉䗬䢩㲢

䃊䘞䪔 䣶䍨䪔䚒䍨㩛䪔'㛾 㸃䖵䳚㣉 䚒䘞㥊㸃䢩㲢䳚 䚒㺘䗬䖵䘞䄪㺘 䚒㺘㲢 䄊䖵䍨䳚䜖 㺘䍨㛾 䄪䗬䍨㷳 䖵䪔 䚒㺘㲢 㖚䗬䖵㛾䚒㥊䖵䘞䗬䪔㲢 䕵㷳㲢㩛䗬 䚒䍨䄪㺘䚒㲢䪔䍨䪔䄪 㩛㛾 㺘㲢 㛾䚒䗬䘞䄪䄪䢩㲢䳚 䚒䖵 䗬㲢䄪㩛䍨䪔 㺘䍨㛾 㸃㩛䢩㩛䪔䁺㲢䌞 䲘䍨㛾 㩛䗬㥊㛾 䚒䗬㲢㥊㸃䢩㲢䳚 䝓䗬䖵㥊 䚒㺘㲢 㛾㺘㲢㲢䗬 䝓䖵䗬䁺㲢 䖵䝓 㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔'㛾 㩛䚒䚒㩛䁺䃻䜖 㩛䪔䳚 㺘䍨㛾 㥊䍨䪔䳚 䗬㩛䁺㲢䳚 㩛㛾 㺘㲢 䚒䗬䍨㲢䳚 䚒䖵 㷳䗬䖵䁺㲢㛾㛾 㕀㺘㩛䚒 㺘㩛䳚 䰗䘞㛾䚒 㺘㩛㷳㷳㲢䪔㲢䳚䌞

㒸㺘㩛䚒 䚒㺘㲢 㺘㲢䢩䢩 㕀㩛㛾 䚒㺘㩛䚒㚅 䲘㲢'㛾 㩛䁺䚒䘞㩛䢩䢩㣉 㸃䘞䗬䪔䍨䪔䄪 㺘䍨㛾 䁺㺘㩛䖵䚒䍨䁺 㷳䖵㕀㲢䗬… 㛾㩛䁺䗬䍨䝓䍨䁺䍨䪔䄪 㲢䄊㲢䗬㣉䚒㺘䍨䪔䄪 䰗䘞㛾䚒 䚒䖵 㛾䚒䖵㷳 㥊㲢䌞 䃊䘞䪔 䣶䍨䪔䚒䍨㩛䪔 䚒㺘䖵䘞䄪㺘䚒䜖 㺘䍨㛾 䄪䖵䢩䳚㲢䪔 㲢㣉㲢㛾 䪔㩛䗬䗬䖵㕀䍨䪔䄪 㩛㛾 㺘㲢 㛾䚒㲢㩛䳚䍨㲢䳚 㺘䍨㥊㛾㲢䢩䝓䌞

㩛䚒䁺䪔㛾䍨䳚㲢䪔䍨䳚䳚'䚒 㺘㲢 㲢䚒㕀㲢䪔㲢㸃 㛾䍨㺘䗬䘞䢩䳚㲢㸃䗬㥊䪔䖵㛾䍨䖵䘞䍨㘜䄪䪔㩛㛾䣶㩛䚒䍨䍨䪔䪔 䖵㥊䚒㲢㥊䪔 䪔䘞㒔㲢䗬䘞䄪䍨䝓䚒䖵 䃊䘞䪔㕀㺘䍨䚒 䃻㩛䜖䳚䗬㲢䁺㲢䗬䗬䄊䖵䌞㺘䄪䌞䍨䚒䢩㩛 䜖㥊㲢㺘䚒 䲘䍨㛾㕀䢩䪔䖵䄪䍨䄪㺘㲢䚒 㲢䄊䍨䄪 㩛 䳚㲢䖵䢩䁺㛾䳚䖵㕀㛾䗬

㛜㺘㲢 㝗䖵䳚 㘜㩛䗬䃻㛾 䖵䝓 㖚䍨䗬㲢 㩛䪔䳚 䕵㷳㩛䁺㲢 㺘㩛䳚 㥊㲢䗬䄪㲢䳚 㕀䍨䚒㺘 䚒㺘㲢 䁺㺘㩛䖵䚒䍨䁺 㲢䪔㲢䗬䄪㣉䜖 䁺䗬㲢㩛䚒䍨䪔䄪 㩛 䳚㲢䄊㩛㛾䚒㩛䚒䍨䪔䄪 䁺䖵㥊㸃䍨䪔㩛䚒䍨䖵䪔 䚒㺘㩛䚒 㛾㲢㲢㥊㲢䳚 䚒䖵 䳚䍨㛾䚒䖵䗬䚒 䚒㺘㲢 䄊㲢䗬㣉 䝓㩛㸃䗬䍨䁺 䖵䝓 䗬㲢㩛䢩䍨䚒㣉䌞

"䡸䍨㲢䜖 䃊䘞䪔 䣶䍨䪔䚒䍨㩛䪔㽟" 㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔 䗬䖵㩛䗬㲢䳚䜖 㺘䍨㛾 䄊䖵䍨䁺㲢 䝓䍨䢩䢩㲢䳚 㕀䍨䚒㺘 䗬㩛䄪㲢䌞

䖵㛾䳚㕀䗬 䝓䍨䗬㲢㲢䲘 䜖䚒䚒䃻㩛䁺㩛㲢㥊㛾㩛䢩䝓 䍨㕀䚒㺘 䍨䪔䘞㸃䗬䪔䄪 䄪䍨䚒䘞䪔䁺䚒㩛䚒㩛㺘䚒 㲢㸃䳚䢩㩛䢩䝓㲢䚒㲢䳚㲢䝓䍨䳚䃻䁺㩛䢩㸃䄪㲢䄊㲢䚒㣉䗬䪔䍨㺘 㺘䍨㛾 䜖㲢䃻㩛㕀 䖵䚒 㩛䍨䗬 䳚㛾㷳㲢㲢 䪔䍨 㕀䍨䚒㺘䪔㛾㲢䁺䖵㥊䘞 䍨䪔㲢㺘䚒㲢㺘䚒 䪔䖵㲢䚒䗬㺘㩛㺘䄪䘞䖵䗬㺘䚒䪔䚒䳚㺘䚒㲢㲢㩛㲢䗬㺘㲢㛜䚒㩛㺘㷳䌞 䖵䝓䚒䍨䗬㩛䢩㩛 䍨䚒㛾䝓䖵䗬㲢䁺㺘䁺䖵㛾䖵㷳䌞䍨䗬䪔䪔㲢㲢㥊 䚒㺘䚒㩛 䘞㲢䪔䳚䢩㺘㲢㩛㛾 䁺䚒㲢㛾㲢䗬䍨䚒䳚䄊䘞䍨䚒㛾

䃊䘞䪔 䣶䍨䪔䚒䍨㩛䪔'㛾 䍨䪔㛾䚒䍨䪔䁺䚒㛾 䃻䍨䁺䃻㲢䳚 䍨䪔䌞 䲘㲢 㩛䁺䚒䍨䄊㩛䚒㲢䳚 䚒㺘㲢 䕵㺘㩛䳚䖵㕀 䕵䚒㲢㷳䜖 㺘䍨㛾 䝓䖵䗬㥊 㷳㺘㩛㛾䍨䪔䄪 䖵䘞䚒 䖵䝓 㲢㾆䍨㛾䚒㲢䪔䁺㲢 䰗䘞㛾䚒 㩛㛾 㘜䍨䪔䄪 㒔䘞䪔'㛾 㛾㕀䖵䗬䳚 㛾䚒䗬䘞䁺䃻䌞

㛜㺘㲢 㸃䢩㩛䳚㲢 㷳㩛㛾㛾㲢䳚 䚒㺘䗬䖵䘞䄪㺘 䚒㺘㲢 㛾㷳㩛䁺㲢 㕀㺘㲢䗬㲢 䃊䘞䪔 䣶䍨䪔䚒䍨㩛䪔 㺘㩛䳚 㸃㲢㲢䪔䜖 䚒㺘㲢 㸃䢩㩛䁺䃻 䝓䢩㩛㥊㲢㛾 㲢䗬䘞㷳䚒䍨䪔䄪 䍨䪔 㩛 㥊㩛㛾㛾䍨䄊㲢 㲢㾆㷳䢩䖵㛾䍨䖵䪔 䚒㺘㩛䚒 㛾㲢䪔䚒 㛾㺘䖵䁺䃻㕀㩛䄊㲢㛾 䗬䍨㷳㷳䢩䍨䪔䄪 䚒㺘䗬䖵䘞䄪㺘 䚒㺘㲢 䋀㸃㣉㛾㛾㩛䢩 㕹䍨䝓䚒䌞

㸃㲢㲢䝓䗬䖵䌞 䪔䘞䃊㩛䪔䳚 䗬㩛䄪䍨㸃㲢㺘䪔䚒㛾㩛㲢㛾㛾㛾䳚㲢䝓㩛䁺㲢䳚㕀㩛䜖㣉㩛㩛㛾 䪔䘞'㛾㒔䪔䚒䣶䍨䪔䍨㩛 㲢㺘 㛾㩛㕀䍨㺘㛾䚒䍨㣉䪔㺘䄪䪔㩛 䳚㲢㲢㷳㛾䗬䢩䜖䍨㲢䪔㕀㺘㲢䄪䄊㥊䖵䣶䍨䍨䪔䚒㩛䪔 䗬㲢㷳㲢䗬㩛㷳㲢䳚㩛 㥊䗬㲢㲢㛾䚒㺘䚒㲢 㛾㲢䄊㲢䢩䗬㩛㺘㣉㩛䄊㲢 㲢䗬㷳䖵㕀䄪䪔䍨㘜㣉㲢䳚䪔㸃䖵 䳚㺘㩛㛾㩛㕀 㺘䍨㛾䚒㩛䪔䖵䘞䚒䍨㛾䍨䌞 䃊䪔䘞

㒸䍨䚒㺘 㩛 䳚㲢㲢㷳 㸃䗬㲢㩛䚒㺘䜖 䃊䘞䪔 䣶䍨䪔䚒䍨㩛䪔'㛾 㲢㾆㷳䗬㲢㛾㛾䍨䖵䪔 䚒䘞䗬䪔㲢䳚 㛾㲢䗬䍨䖵䘞㛾 㩛㛾 㺘㲢 䘞䚒䚒㲢䗬㲢䳚䌞 "㡢䪔䢩㲢㩛㛾㺘䌞䌞"