Drain their spiritual power

Some field trumpeter, inspired by the sound of the heavens, blew the Internationale on his trumpet. The loud sound of the trumpet stirred up the excitement and pride that had been suppressed for years, decades, centuries and even thousands of years in all of them, and they sang the Internationale in unison, which at once dealt the deadliest blow to the enemy, who fell to their knees and clutched their heads in agony, their eyes wide open.

Esme Crane knew it wasn't Anna talking to her, it was Naija.

"God is eternally alone, and this is the fifth law by which you become a god.Esme Crane, you abandoned me long ago, and you have long since ceased to be a part of me. You replaced me, and you are the world god now." She sobbed with grief and anger.

Esme Crane was forced to take a step back, her coat fluttering, but her expression remained calm.

From among the seams of the bandage, wisps of black flesh and blood would seep out. It was as if the inside of the ban

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