�Erase the language of light.�Only those who obey us will be able to continue a life of miserable eating.�

�Erasing what?�

Little by little, Sirone noticed the hostility in the old man�s eyes.

�Don�t resent me.�The sun is one in the colony.�

The old man stirred the air with his right hand and this time grabbed the belt with the red code written on it.

Then, the light from her left hand was applied to Sirone, exposing the cord, and connecting them as if tying a belt.

�Aaaaaaaaa!�

As the tremendous shock was applied to my brain, an overwhelming flood of information filled my head.

�Be patient!�For a slave, let there be only obedience!�

�I am not a slave!�

Sirone resisted the ego-destroying code and bit her molars hard.

As the spirit zone tightened, a frame began to form.

When the overload occurred at the point where the old man�s code and Sirone�s code collided, the frightened priest shuddered.

�Oh, this can�t be����.�how����.�

The whites of Sirone�s eyes were visible, and his eyelids trembled.

�You have to hold on.�If I can�t hold out here, it�s the end.�

Gold River Fire!

When the indestructible state of mind was established, Sirone�s eyes opened and the Spirit Zone expanded infinitely.

As the codes exploded with a bang, the priest standing nearby screamed and flew to the front of the altar.

He struggled to straighten his upper body and continued to speak the words he was trying to say with a pale face.

�How can you deny the language of God����.�

Sirone touched the spot where the cord was connected and glared at the archon sitting on the altar.

�What are you trying to do to me?�

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Syrone information recovery rate.

57 percent.

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The atmosphere of the temple sank heavily.

�Answer me.�What have you done to me?�What is a slave?�

The archon had no fighting ability, but there were plenty of powerful warriors to protect the power of light. JrNovels.com