Chapter 369 Their Respective Wishes (9000, Large Chapter Seeking Monthly Tickets~)

"Gorgon, is it really that difficult to just want to slightly alter the course of one's life?"

In a silent mountain cabin, originally a place for hunters to resupply and rest before entering the mountains, or the final resting place for adventurers harvesting medicinal herbs and hunting magical beasts in winter.

However, due to the Dragon Ball War, almost all ordinary people had been transferred to cities and areas further south. Maya City might still have many people, but the mountain villages in the north had long since fled as entire villages. Therefore, these uninhabited villages and buildings became excellent hiding places.

At this moment, the wandering mage Evelyn was sitting by the fireplace in the center of this cabin.

The lady, who originally wore thick-lensed glasses, had now taken off the glasses used for disguise. She squinted her light purple serpentine eyes, staring blankly at the dancing flames in the fireplace, and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"The Dragon Ball War is such a terrible thing… real combat is so difficult…"

Although the side facing the fireplace was warm and comfortable, the female mage's back was icy cold. She reached out, adjusted the position of the firewood, and said with a tone full of fear and helplessness, "That feeling of being killed just by getting close… it's really terrifying…"

At this moment, she couldn't help but recall the situation before, when she merely wanted to investigate the situation and was almost directly shot to death by an arrow from beyond the sky.

Although she had been prepared and used an ice crystal substitute to switch her position, avoiding a direct hit, the subsequent battle between Zhuzhou and Jormungandr made Evelyn, who originally had some confidence, immediately doubt her chances of winning.

She and Gorgon… it seems like they can't beat anyone, right?

No, no, it's not just that they can't beat anyone—it seems like the other side can single-handedly defeat their group just with the summoner!

She recognized Mikhail, the strongest bounty hunter in the empire. His achievements included, but were not limited to, single-handedly destroying twenty-seven rebellious mountain strongholds in the western mountains, and single-handedly slaying eleven giant sea serpents on the eastern coast—he even accepted a contract to assassinate the military and political minister Konasimir, scaring that important figure at the top of the empire into shrinking into his mansion in the imperial capital, and he hasn't dared to leave the imperial capital until now.

Facing such a person, can she really survive for two days?

This doubting thought was initially just faint, but when all the Dragon Ball holders gathered on the shore of the Unfrozen Lake, Evelyn, who originally wanted to show herself, immediately retreated in fear, not daring to go forward.

The others were all world-destroying dragons Jormungandr, god-slaying dragon Zhuzhou, Yinglong who had also fought Bingzhu, and other famous dragons and snakes in various myths and legends, including even a Quetzalcoatl at the level of a chief god.

And she was Gorgon, who was not weak but definitely not strong—even considering various epic legends, Gorgon's origin was nothing more than one of the giants born from the Earth Mother Gaia, eventually killed by the goddess of war Athena, and became her shield and armor.

Facing those who would destroy gods and worlds at every turn, or were even the source of all things, chief gods of a pantheon…

How to put it? It's a bit like a superpower battle, where the enemies are time stop, time reversal, and time deletion, while her ability is controlling stairs.

No matter how you think about it, it's too exaggerated… but what's even more exaggerated is that the Quetzalcoatl was directly killed and eliminated in the first few seconds of the battle, and the subsequent battle of the other three dragons and snakes even collapsed the entire Unfrozen Lake, with lava even splashing into areas dozens of kilometers away.

If Gorgon hadn't reminded her to find an opportunity to sneak attack those Dragon Ball holders who had finished fighting, Evelyn would have wanted to throw away the Dragon Ball on the spot and go back to her hometown to be a mediocre scholar.

But even so, the sneak attack was unsuccessful, and the subsequent war between Zhuzhou and Yinglong didn't even give her a chance to be the oriole behind.

And the scene of the two divine dragons fighting each other made Evelyn's legs weak… those fierce movements of tearing open flesh and blood, stabbing each other with bones, tearing off dragon horns, and crushing ribs, and the incomparably狰狞grim faces and every move, did indeed make Evelyn feel fear.

Until Zhuzhou broke away from its body, and Yinglong was also seriously injured by Zhuzhou's self-explosion, Evelyn didn't have the courage to pick up the pieces.

She felt that even Yinglong, who was seriously injured and only had one breath left, was enough to easily kill the weak her.

It was precisely because of this that Evelyn finally understood why her teacher would say that she was not suitable to be a mage.

The female mage couldn't help but bite her lower lip, recalling the past.

"—Mages are not a profession that sits in the back. You must learn to calmly judge the situation, conceive the most efficient plan in the shortest amount of time, and then execute it with absolutely no mistakes!"

In the solemn university hall, the one-eyed teacher who survived the Southern Elf War more than ten years ago stated the basic qualities of the mage profession in a cold tone.

And when he walked to the side of a female student who was so nervous that she was trembling slightly, his gaze immediately became one of disappointment, and his tone turned into fierce scolding.

"Evelyn! I'm talking about you. You're always decent in exams, but you always screw up in practical combat class—Ice Crystal Phantom, such a simple life-saving spell, it takes you five seconds to cast it? In such a long time, those pointy ears will be able to rush over and chop you into a dozen pieces of meat!"

"But, but…"

The female mage at that time grabbed the notes in her hand. She wanted to refute, for example, that the magical beasts in actual combat were too scary. You know, the largest creature she had ever seen besides people since she was a child was only the black-backed dog raised by her neighbor. It's normal to be scared when you see such a terrifying creature for the first time, right?

For example, the sun was too strong on the day of the practical combat class, and her eyes were dazzled, and her magic power was mobilized incorrectly several times, otherwise she could complete the spell within one second at the slowest…

But even she herself couldn't say these reasons—what's the difference between these words and the turf being too hard or the turf being too soft? Whether it's the狰狞grim face or the environment, these are all part of actual combat.

But even so, the female mage was still a little aggrieved… the Elf War has been over for ten or twenty years, why do they still have to be required to meet wartime requirements? Isn't the mage a profession that studies magic, especially with the recent rise of magical energy industrialization? She can go be a magical energy engineer instead of being a military mage.

With such an unwilling heart, after the course ended, the female mage was taken into the office by the silent teacher.

She originally thought she would be reprimanded, but the solemn and cold one-eyed man in the classroom asked her to sit down and even brought her a cup of hot milk.

"Evelyn… your grades are indeed good."

Sitting opposite Evelyn, the man raised his head, made eye contact with the bewildered female mage, took a sip of tea, and said with some fatigue, "But you are really not suitable for this profession."

"I can see that you have resistance to practical combat class… do you think that war has nothing to do with you? No, child, if war comes, then it has something to do with all of us. Everyone in this school will be forcibly conscripted and sent to the front line—at that time, it's not a strange thing for only one person to be left alive in a school."

The former teacher, who was also a student, said to Evelyn in a meaningful tone mixed with a strong bitterness: "Do you really think that this kind of mage school for the general public is to educate the kind of 'strategic magical energy engineers' who can build an industrial production line from start to finish? Only nobles with money are qualified to learn that. Our school trains 'casters' with combat magic functions—of course, we will also cultivate some knowledge of magical energy engineering, but that's also because there are various alchemical machines on the battlefield."

"We will all eventually go to the front line. Now that there are no elves, there will be dwarves in a few years. If there are no dwarves, we will go to fight the fishmen. As long as the empire's population doesn't drop, the war will never stop. As long as the system of this world is not reformed, the war will never change…"

"Alas, why am I telling you this? You haven't experienced war, so how would you understand… but Evelyn, I can see that you have the talent to learn magic, but you were born in the wrong era, in this world full of war and chaos… you won't survive."

Saying this, the one-eyed man closed his eyes. He took a breath and then said solemnly: "Give up this profession."

"Drop out of school."

In Evelyn's dazed and helpless eyes, as she subconsciously clenched the corner of her skirt, he turned his head, no longer looking at his female student, and then continued indifferently: "I have already applied for the procedure for you, prepare to drop out of school. The school will refund the tuition fees and also take back your apprentice mage qualification certificate… go home and be an ordinary person in peace."

—At least that way, as an ordinary person, you will be able to live.

"As long as I give up the Dragon Ball and don't continue, then I can go back and be an ordinary person."

Memories and reality intertwined, the voice of the teacher, whether it was cold or gentle, eventually overlapped with Evelyn's own voice.

In the mountain cabin in the north, the wandering mage muttered to herself, her tone full of disappointment: "In the end, the teacher wasn't wrong… I once thought that the teacher was completely disappointed in me, but now it seems… he was really doing it for my own good."

Because of war, the war never ends.

At this time, Evelyn was sincerely thinking about how to retreat, give up the Dragon Ball, give up the opportunity to change her destiny, give up everything that the Dragon Ball gave her, turn around, and be an ordinary person.

However, there was still a trace of unwillingness in her heart.

——Admit your mediocrity, admit your incompetence, admit that you are wrong, and that the path you want to take is impassable.

Admitting all of this… how could you possibly feel content?!

And just as this trace of unwillingness echoed in her soul, a hoarse female voice rang from behind the female mage.

"My summoner."

The phantom of snake hair appeared behind Evelyn, and the giant's words, filled with a little contempt and disdain, also came out.

"With your qualities, it is absolutely impossible to become a hero."

"If you don't have enough hard power, you can sneak attack. If you are not proficient in combat skills, then you can play tricks, poison if you can't beat them, or pretend to be allies and then backstab… Hero is not a perfect synonym, and not all heroes are strong. When faced with difficulties and strong enemies, they will use small tricks—at least in my world, that's the case."

"But you, when you encounter difficulties, the first thing you think about is escape and denial, and you are even unwilling to admit reality… Evelyn, you don't have the courage and belief. You want to change your destiny, but you don't have the awareness to risk your life for it. How can you get a chance to win in this battlefield where you are fighting for wishes?"

Although she was saying this, Gorgon's snake hair gently stroked Evelyn's head. The demon, Gorgon, used the eyes on her snake hair to look at her summoner, who was very excited at the beginning of the summoning, but now was extremely颓废despondent.

She said bluntly: "However, Evelyn, I have seen many heroes and gods. They may be dazzling on the surface, but they all have their own shortcomings—conversely, you may not have the qualifications to become a great person."

"However, you still have things you are good at."

"For example, your ice magic—it's hard to imagine that at such a young age, you can play ice magic so skillfully. Except for the first time you were discovered, they were all unaware of it when you spied on the battles of those divine dragons—indeed, you don't have much of a connection with actual combat, but if you really plan completely, with the power of you and me, you may not be able to harm or seriously injure those high-ranking divine dragons and demons."

Although she was a demon, Gorgon's words were very rational. Under the comfort of this earth giant born from the Earth Mother, although Evelyn still had self-doubt in her eyes, gradually, a sense of determination rose in her heart.

"Yes… even if I am defeated, even if I die, I can't be like this…"

She muttered to herself in a low voice, but her tone gradually became calm: "Going back to my hometown as an ordinary person, living a mediocre life, and then dying… dying like that, perhaps still dying at the hands of a divine dragon, is more like a 'magician'."

"And my specialty…"

Thinking about this question, Evelyn was a little confused at first, but soon, she seemed to have thought of something, and her expression had a trace of clarity, and her light purple serpentine eyes began to flash with a light that could petrify all living beings.

In this world, everyone has their own stories, their own lives, and their own ways of thinking—not to mention, they all have their own wishes.

However, everyone cannot understand each other, cannot respect each other, and may not even be able to understand each other sincerely.

People are like this, let alone between classes and between races.

So, if you want to achieve such a world…

The oath-breaking priest Matvey was flying in the northern sky, passing over mountain peaks. His gaze swept across large areas of villages that were already empty, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"No matter how much attention is paid, ordinary people will be affected. The losses caused by the migration in winter are really immeasurable… I don't know how many families will become destitute, and our battles will raze their hometowns to the ground…"

Not out of hypocritical pity, but out of true empathy, the priest briefly closed his eyes, and then opened them again, turning to firmness: "But fortunately, after a period of time, you will no longer have to worry about such trivial matters."

Soon, Matvey came to a hunter's hut on the outer side of a mountainous area.

That is, the location of a Dragon Ball holder.

"Surrender, Evelyn."

Standing in the high sky, looking down at the small wooden house below, he said so, his tone as calm as if nothing had happened: "Don't be surprised why I know your name, because your Dragon Ball is what we gave you—no matter how you hide, it's useless, I can find you at any time."

He directly issued a surrender announcement. Although the injuries on his body had not yet healed, and Yinglong was not a complete body, Matvey was extremely confident—first of all, Gorgon's magic eye would be discounted for Yinglong and his high-level dragon blood existence, and his understanding of Evelyn and Gorgon's power even exceeded their own.

In fact, the reason why the other party went to the north was also because of the inducement he and the Second Prince had made together—after all, if the Dragon Ball War wanted to start, one person must hold a Dragon Ball, and if they held multiple Dragon Balls, they would naturally send these extra Dragon Balls to those who had the talent to summon divine dragons, but did not have much combat ability.

In this way, they can easily take back these Dragon Balls.

According to Matvey's guess, Evelyn should have been frightened by the tragic nature of the Divine Dragon War at this time… In fact, the tragic nature of this war also exceeded his own expectations. Both Zhuzhou and Jormungandr were extremely棘手tricky and powerful existences that could capsize if they weren't careful. Fortunately, both parties have now withdrawn, one having been eliminated and the other seriously injured, and they are likely to withdraw from this Dragon Ball battle. Now, apart from Gorgon, only Fafnir from Vika's side is left.

Kumoer will deal with Fafnir. The demon dragon certainly has an immortal body, but Leviathan's pure power surpasses all magic weapons. Without any special abilities from either side, it is only a matter of time before the giant beast defeats the demon dragon.

As long as he recovers this Dragon Ball, then except for Zhuzhou, who was seriously injured and hiding, all the Dragon Balls will be recovered by them.

Victory and the success of the plan are only one step away.

Thinking of this, Matvey couldn't help but feel excited—the plan that had been planned for more than ten years was finally about to succeed. From then on, he would be able to complete the world he had dreamed of—

However, for some reason, there was no reply from the hut in the mountains.

Whether it was persuasion or intimidation, no matter what Matvey said, Evelyn didn't say a word.

Although the priest had excellent patience, he wouldn't just talk without doing anything. So after sighing, he raised his hand and, together with the light yellow celestial dragon that appeared behind him, began to gather the immense power to shatter a mountain.

However, just as he and Yinglong began to mobilize the power of the celestial phenomena, Matvey suddenly sensed something was wrong.

—There was a cloud layer that did not obey his and Yinglong's regulation!

What did this mean? It meant that the cloud layer was not naturally born, but man-made!

Of course, this was not important. After all, it was just a cloud. With the power of Matvey and Yinglong, it would only take a moment to dispel it. It only took a thought—out of caution, Matvey even gave up attacking the wooden house below, and instead turned to dispel that suspicious cloud layer first.

However, in this world, there are things that are faster than 'a thought'.

For example, 'light'.

Eyesight.

Just as Matvey turned his head and looked at the bright sunset glow in the night, he saw the night-shining cloud suspended above the sky, composed of countless ice crystal particles.

The crystal-clear ice crystals formed by the cold air of the northern land were now scattering the sunset, turning into a light blue light, making the sky ripple like water—the sunset glow mixed with this ripple, reflecting a magnificent light purple glow.

However, there was a dangerous light that was thousands of times more dazzling than this glow, being refracted, echoed, and gathered in these ice crystals…

Gorgon's talent, the origin of most petrification techniques in the world—the 'gaze' of the petrifying magic eye!

—It's a mirror!

How talented was Matvey? He immediately thought of what the other party had done the moment he saw the ice crystals… That's right, it's a mirror! Evelyn used her ice magic to transform the ice crystals in the night-shining cloud into mirrors, constantly refracting and accumulating the petrifying magic light in the cloud layer. As long as she and Gorgon continued to input petrifying magic power, they would be able to explode with the power to instantly petrify a divine dragon in an instant!

However, there was no time to think too much—at this moment, enough magic power had already been gathered, and countless magic lights were refracted and converged. Then, as the ice crystals in the cloud layer moved, they finally gathered into a petrifying beam that could be said to be the most powerful in history.

It hit Matvey and Yinglong, directly petrifying them in place, and then fell towards the ground, shattering to pieces.

"I, I did it?!"

Following the flash of inspiration in her mind, she constructed and prepared this great magic of controlling the ice cloud for a long time, put the Dragon Ball in the wooden house, and hid behind the cloud layer. Evelyn looked at the statues of Yinglong and Matvey that were shattered to pieces, her eyes filled with disbelief.

But soon, she laughed, laughing very happily: "Did you see that, Gorgon! I did it! I can fight too!"

"I'm not trash… I can be a mage too!"

——Look, I can do it too!

However, what greeted her was Gorgon's urgent warning.

"Don't be stupid, hide quickly!"

——If it was a real divine dragon, its corpse would have collapsed the mountain when it fell from a height of several thousand meters. How could it be so light?

"That's not the real body!"

But the reminder was too late.

As the Yinglong and Matvey statues that fell to the ground and shattered to pieces turned into wisps of drifting cloud gas, a hand pierced through Evelyn's back and crushed her heart.

"Madam, you are indeed very strong. Although you really don't have any talent for combat, your spellcasting ability is really genius."

There was no room for redemption. Matvey's power instantly shattered all of Evelyn's organs, and her brain was directly destroyed. On the other side, Yinglong, who had reappeared from the clouds, also suddenly appeared and engaged in a fierce battle with the manifested snake-headed giant. They fell to the ground, collapsing the small mountain and crushing the wooden house in a series of extremely violent roars.

After killing Evelyn, Matvey expressionlessly reached out and closed the other party's eyes, which were still filled with joy. He himself also closed his eyes, closing the compassion, whether it was hypocrisy or not, in his heart: "But your teacher was not wrong, you are indeed not suitable to be a mage—mages are smart and cautious, calm and even cold…"

Then, in a series of sacred rainbow lights, Evelyn's corpse began to slowly become illusory, and her dazed soul gradually emerged… Then, as Matvey whispered a few incantations, Evelyn's corpse completely disappeared, and her soul was also absorbed into the priest's body.

In this instant, a phantom of a giant snake holding its own tail vaguely appeared behind him.

Like a huge gear, it slowly rotated behind him.

"Let's go, Dragon of Heaven."

After doing all this, Matvey opened his eyes again. At this time, the dragon pupils in his eyes were gradually fading and disappearing, replaced by a pure halo.

At first, his tone was filled with a color of either joy or sorrow, but in the end, everything returned to firmness: "The descendant of the Earth Mother, the derivative of the Earth Dragon, has also been collected."

"Adding Kumoer's 'Dragon of Man', the key to opening the final step has been completely collected."

"Haha, the one who intends to ascend to heaven,"

Yinglong, who had completely suppressed the magic power of the insufficient Gorgon and crushed its neck, laughed heartily at his summoner's calm tone: "Your arrogant wish is the reason why I can be summoned."

"I can hardly imagine that you would agree to my plan."

"No, little guy, for us dragons, you shouldn't think about 'whether He will refuse'. Think about it from another perspective, 'why would I refuse'?"

"Why not do such an interesting thing?"

Matvey and Yinglong's figures disappeared into the sunset.

Soon, the night of the second day after the start of the Divine Dragon War will arrive.

And in this increasingly dim world, the entire northern region, only Maya City still had lights flashing.

But even so, Maya City was now a mess.

"Well, have you recovered Gorgon and its Dragon Ball? Well done, Matvey, you are worthy of being my best assistant!"

"As for me? I'm about to finish recovering too."

Putting down the communication magic circle in his hand, the Second Prince Kumoer lowered his head and looked at the priest Vika, who was kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, and still gasping for breath. His expression was quite indifferent.

At this moment, it can be seen that the once prosperous and flourishing Maya City dC District has turned into large areas of ruins and lava—most of the city's houses have suffered from varying degrees of倾泻倾斜collapse, and in the most severe areas, some deep dragon-shaped dents can even be seen, as if some huge creature had been swung and slammed into the earth's crust.

Corpses of humans were buried under the gravel, and blood flowed泊泊profusely from the ruins of the buildings and then solidified into ice.

In addition to the corpses of ordinary people, some unusual骸骸skeletons wearing specially-made powered armor can also be seen—these powered armors have no markings or any crests, just a pure black color. But because there is no涂装coat of paint or crests, those familiar with the dark side of the empire will be shocked to know that this is the exclusive powered armor of the 'Night Hawk Unit' that is directly under the emperor of the empire and is specifically used to assassinate extremely threatening超凡者transcendents!

But now, a total of twelve powered armors of the Night Shadow Unit are scattered around in破破烂烂tattered condition. The powerful transcendents driving them have naturally long since died.

Even the corpse of the lord of Maya appeared in a corner of the street. This middle-aged man, who once intended to use the power of the Dragon Ball to independently declare himself emperor, was no different from ordinary people when he died. The shock in his dead eyes still remained.

"So, you still refuse to submit to me? Vika, I have high hopes for you, and your wish is indeed my wish."

Saying this, the blonde Second Prince sighed and walked towards the priest Vika, who was still gritting his teeth and not moving: "Your魔龙demon dragon has been killed by me. In essence, you have no value to me at all—but the reason why I spared your life is because I really have high hopes for your future potential, Vika. In the world empire I am going to build in the future, I have already reserved a position for you."

"呸!"

In response to Kumoer's recruitment, the priest, who was beaten to a near-paralysis by the myriad英魂heroic souls incarnated by Leviathan, only responded with a simple word. He raised his head and, without looking at the frowning Second Prince, looked at the entire city with怜悲pity: "What's the difference between people like you, people who start a Divine Dragon War in the city… and the Elven druids who started the Deep Green Disaster back then?!"

The priest could see that countless resentful souls of the dead were wandering in this world—the souls of innocent people who died in the Dragon Ball War were floating on the scorched earth, and all of this was caused by the battle between himself and Kumoer.

The same as the Grand Druid? No, no, no, far from it. Even Vika must admit that the empire invaded the elves back then and took the lead in attacking and burning civilian villages, which led to the elves' unscrupulous retaliation… And this time, the Second Prince clearly had a choice, but forcibly forced himself to fight in the city, making himself束手束脚tied, and losing without any power to fight back.

"People are going to die, and I am no exception."

In response, the Second Prince's tone had a trace of impatience: "It's just that they die now, and I will die in the future in someone's revenge or the assassination of an enemy… Vika, if you really value the lives of civilians so much, you shouldn't hide in the city. Could it be that I can't attack you in the city just because there are ordinary people nearby?"

But these words didn't make any sense, because Vika's whole body had begun to bloom with a pure and sacred light.

"Impure one… I will die with you!"

In this instant, a璀璨bright blaze spurted out from the priest's orifices, burning away flesh and blood. In an instant, the originally handsome priest was transformed into a skeleton in the焚身burning holy flame that he ignited himself. A brilliance comparable to the sun lit up from the black eye sockets of the snowy white skull.

At the cost of burning his own flesh and blood and soul, Vika returned to his peak strength in this instant, and even surpassed his peak strength. Substantialized spiritual power turned into invisible flesh and blood, supporting the skeleton to take a step forward, and then raised a炙热hot torrent of light,轰轰轰轰轟轰轟轰轰轰轰轟轟轟轟轰轰轟轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轰轰轟轟轟轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轟轰轰轟轰轟轟轰轰轰轰轰轰轟轟轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轟轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轟轰轟轰轟轟轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轟轰轟轟轟轰轰轰轟轰轰轰轟轰轰轟轟轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轟轰轟轟轟轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轰轟轟轟轰轰轟轰轰轰轟轰轰轰轟轰轟轰轰轰轟轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轟轰轟轰轟轟轟轰轰轰轰轰轰轟轟轰轟轰轰轟轰轰轰轰轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轰轰轟轰轰轰轰轟轰轰轰轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轰轰轰轰轰轰轰轟轟轟轟轰轟轰轰轰轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轰轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轰轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轰轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轰轟轰轰轰轟轰轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轟轰