The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

The battle becomes increasingly fierce.

The hands of the clock that held Tochka's fate slowly descended, pointing to four in the afternoon.

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A giant poisonous soldier is cut in half.

Deacon Barrymore, who saw the Marquis de Sade whipping the whip and shaking off the blood, clapped his hands and said.

"You still do great work."

"Pushishishi- still? Do you remember my old skills?"

"To be honest, I've seen more of it in books and papers than with the naked eye, but it's still more than recorded."

John Barrymore, loyal to House Baskerville for four generations, said as he sliced through a number of poisonous soldiers with the sword in his hand.

"It's strange."

"What do you mean?"