that�s human.

And among those humans, the one who felt the most bizarre was Gaold right in front of him.

�What are you dreaming of?�There is no hope for you.�

�hope?�

In Gaold�s right hand, the sphere�s atmospheric pressure compressed.

It was the Bakum Press that even blocked Ataraxia�s Photon Cannon.

�Hope is just an illusion created by despair.�It is not hope that moves humans.�very harsh����.�

Gaold�s body shot out like an arrow.

Gaold, who had reached Uriel�s side in an instant, swung the Bakum press with his right hand.

�Despair.�

�������������

Gaold�s Bakum Press hit Uriel directly in the face.

Aaaaaang!

A tremendous shockwave exploded, pushing the air out of the hall and then sucking it all in.

Those on the wall could not escape the aftermath of the storm, and looked back in the shaking air.

�Uh-oh����.�

Everyone�s eyes were stained with astonishment.

Even after being hit with Gaold�s powerful Bakum Press, Uriel stood in the same position as the first time.

Looking at Gaold�s distorted expression, Uriel spoke politely.

�Is this the human despair you speak of?�

Yuriel�s asteroid glowed and spread in a halo.

�Then what a pitiful despair.�

As Uriel�s judicial halo unfolded in a golden light, the Geon of Paradise was born.

Cheondo Eunha wheel.

The moment Gaold saw the roaring spinning goon, Gaold widened the distance and applied enormous atmospheric pressure around him.

As Eunha-Ryun scratched the ground and ran, the ground cracked open and stretched out as if to swallow Gaold.

Gaold�s eyes widened.

It is not a collision between objects.

As if stirring up a space devoid of matter, everything that touched the Gondola of Paradise was splitting up like bubbles on the spot.

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