�This kind of pain?�

There was a strangeness in Nane�s eyes.

�Then why doesn�t he die?�

Zulu said.

�It should have been dead already.�But Gaold isn�t dead.�Once that happens����.�

It just happened.

�That�s why I can�t die now.�

Gaold, whose hair had turned white, approached Nane, shedding bloody tears.

�Can you tell me what real pain is?�

I was not insane.

�It�s not something I can stand.�You just get hurt.�

�Sermon, par.�

The sword of light that was born above Nane�s head vibrated and shook the air that had become hard like a steel bar.

�no!�Gaold quickly����!�

When Miro shouted.

�It�s all about being confined to a narrow body and screaming pathetically.�But like you����.�

Unable to bear the pain, Gaold let out a scream and stomped the ground with both legs.

�Tell me the pain!�

Pain 10 trillion times.

�ah!�ah!�ah!�ah!�ah!�ah!�ah!�ah!�

Pain 100 trillion times.

�You foolish middle school student!�

Nane raised the power of the sermon to the limit.

�I will erase your pain!�

�Aaaaaaaa!�Aaaaaa!�

Consciousness had already gone, and all that remained in my head was the thought of pain.

�Thousand trillion pears of pain!�High tide ship!�Billion times!�damn it!�

Where in the world is there anything like that?

�No matter how much it hurts, no matter how much you scream����.�

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