Baalb, called the god of anesthesia in some civilizations, was a Mara who put all living things to sleep and transplanted them into his organs.

Sleep reduces the living to the status of inanimate.�

Organisms captured by Baalb were no different from objects, and they had to live as organs of the monster for the rest of their lives.

� Ilhwa�s drinking progress is 90%.

A Baalb weighing more than 100 tons chased after Sirone, struggling with its humble body.�Something like the forelimb of a quadruped protruded from her shoulder and struck her to the floor.

The Great World War resounded.

�Kiki!�How are you?�It is the power of 260 lions.�Sooner or later you too will become part of my body.�

� Ilhwa�s drinking progress rate is 91%.

When the 90% was exceeded, voices came out in 1% increments.�Sirone�s heart sank at the fact that there was only 9 percent left.

�����Lorne!�Sirone!�

I came to my senses at the words Canis called.

�Where are you selling your mind?�If you have something prepared, do it quickly.�Could it be that you didn�t attack blindly?�

If the level of magic had improved a little, Kanis was just thinking of casting a dark worm on himself.�

When I died, I died. I didn�t want to be a part of the sleeping horse and suffer forever.

Hearing Canis� words, Sirone remembered the magic circle that Ikael had given her.�

However, even if they could create a halo, they could not use it immediately like the angels.

�There is one thing����.�

�Then do it!�Why are you procrastinating!�

Twenty crab legs protruded from Baalb�s lower body.

As the fast-moving legs pushed through the 100-ton weight, Sirone and Canis flung sideways at the same time.

Baalb, who jumped 10 meters, crushed the spot where they were.�

The Great World War shook and iron powder fell from the ceiling.

�I need time.�Can you give me a minute?�

Canis sighed.�Was it like that after all?�

But how long can you hold on to Lee Gak Mara, who is difficult to deal with even with sober mind?

�Ten seconds.�I can�t stand any more than that.�

�I�ll ask you for one minute.�

As soon as Sirone left, Baalb swung the octopus� leg.�The wet tentacles broke the floor the moment Canis fluttered like a flying squirrel.

�Kihehehe!�Running away is fine.�Well, that�s the only advantage of weak things.�

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