�next.�

In an instant, none of the five people who watched two people drop out did not move.

It is not a team that simply dreams of making a fortune on the outskirts of heaven.

It was apparently a task force with business in heaven.

When no one came forward, Gaold pointed to the swordsman who was sitting with his sword in his arms.

�Hey, you.�Didn�t you order something earlier?�

The swordsman kept his mouth shut and glared at Gaold.

Then he suddenly relaxed his expression and raised both hands as if he couldn�t be defeated.

�Whoops, give up.�Acknowledging your skills is also����!�Aww!�

Gaold, who came running like a dog, slapped his fist.

As the press magic exploded on the swordsman�s chin, his face bounced off in the direction of the hit and slid across the ground.

�Anyway, all of them have only their snouts alive.�

The atmosphere in the room rapidly cooled.

Gaold looked back at the other four, who were staring blankly at him, then turned his head toward the door and said,

�All off.�If you don�t want to get lost.�

No matter who said it first, the four of them rushed out the door, struggling from limb to limb.

With only those who passed out and Sirone�s party remaining, a chilly aura hung over the warrior�s room.

Gaold shook his hands and turned to the door.

�it�s okay.�It�s neat.�

�There is still one more left.�

Mahatu entered the warrior�s room.

Certainly, his skills would be one step above those who were here, but in Gaold�s opinion, going to heaven was too much.

�what?�Are you a challenge too?�

�no.�in fact����.�

Mahatu hesitated and looked out the door.

�There is one more messenger of God.�He asked me not to let any more warriors in����.�

�yes?�

As Mahatu opened the way, a familiar man entered.

It was Armin of Gwangan, the Eternal Reflector.

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