Silent Crown Chapter 834: Funeral (3)
The moonlight seems to freeze everything.
Only a convulsive gasp.
Soon, the silence was broken.
The purple-eyed griffin stared at the prey, a recurved blade slipped from the cuff and landed on the hand that was once filled with chalk dust.
Squeeze tightly.
The blade screamed.
It's like the ferocious cry of a griffin before hunting.
Towards Charles, he stepped forward step by step, slowly and firmly, as if to step into the soil carefully and earnestly every step, leaving no gap.
The same killing, after repeated tens of thousands of times, was only left with a level of skill, without any cumbersome steps, cold and solemn.
That is death.
Death is slowly approaching.
But Charles remained stiff in place, staring at him blankly, watching the familiar shadow walking towards him.
His face twitched, crying and laughing.
I wonder if it should be fear or ecstasy.
As if I had returned to my childhood, I would sit outside the door every evening, waiting for the only family member to return from the end of the road.
Sometimes he brought gifts, sometimes he didn't bring anything.
But just seeing that shadow makes me cheer.
As long as he beckoned to himself from a distance, he couldn't help... shed tears.
"Teacher, are you back?"
The child staggered forward, reaching out, trying to hug him.
Crash!
The sound of steel rubbing burst out.
It's like time jumped forward one frame suddenly, and the most critical frame was cut out, making things seem like pieces and shattered.
A blade that came out of his hand hovered in the air.
Right in front of Shire.
The sharp blade capable of penetrating the gold and stone solidified in the air, and by the invisible power, the fine notes lit up in the matrix on the blade, but dimmed before that eye pupil.
At that moment, in Shire's arms, the silent crystal eyes glowed with miraculous power, erasing the deadly attack.
Then, fell silent again.
The blade fell on the ground, and the steel collided with the broken ice, making a harsh sound.
So the smile broke.
Fear and joy are mixed in the texture, and in the end, there is only a void that can hardly be called an expression.
A faint mist rose from under the mask of the purple-eyed griffin.
It seems to sigh.
"I wanted to be faster, Charles."
The old voice sounded from under the mask, so familiar, like a hand holding a knife, calm and cruel: "At least, it won't make you too painful."
Charl lowered his head and looked at the blade at his feet. There were still threads of thought on the blade, and the killing intent that was pure enough to interfere with matter leaked from the broken thought thread.
A strong smell of blood is blowing in the wind.
This is the final realization.
Is that so?
Ah, it turned out to be like this.
"Teacher, are you here to kill me too?"
He nodded suddenly, looking at the hideous animal face, trying to see the face behind it clearly.
The first thing I felt was not fear, but an unspeakable absurdity, followed by an uncontrollable sense of joy, like the best absurd drama.
Those seemingly eternal bubbles are so comically shattered.
He woke up from a warm dream, stared at the cruel world in front of him, and whispered softly: "Even you... don't you want me to live?"
The purple-eyed griffin is silent.
No words.
Just raised his hands, as if in the manic sound of steel rubbing, two sharp iron lights condensed from his hands, and the mottled subway rust lifted from the blade like scales, with a bone-killing intent.
Abraham moves forward.
Holding in step by step.
This is the final answer, cut off all flukes and fantasies, and drew away Shire's last strength and courage.
If there is a substantial phantom pain that ravages the internal organs, destroys the lungs, and makes him bend down in embarrassment and almost fall to the ground, unable to hold back tears and choking.
"In that case...Why did you pick me up in the first place?"
Charle watched him walking towards him with a knife, but didn't want to run away again: "Why are you wasting so many years on me? Wouldn't it be enough to just let me die like that?
You don’t need to rack your brains to raise a dead child, don’t lie to him that he has any hope in the future, and don’t let him have expectations of others.
Since my life is bad for the world, don’t let me live in this world..."
He knelt on the ground, begging, choking, weeping, and in the end he whined hysterically: "Please tell me, teacher-why did you save me in the first place!!!"
Like a beggar, he begged Abraham for an answer.
Even a single sentence, a hypocritical excuse of ‘involuntary’, can make him embrace death willingly and end this long torture.
Relief is ushered in.
But from beginning to end, no one answered him, only sympathetic silence and offense,
Speak, teacher, please--
Please, don't kill me.
It doesn’t matter who is here...
As long as it's not you.
As long as it's not you...
No one responded.
Only the iron light smashed down, colliding with the invisible barrier, screaming.
Even when he lost all the will to resist, that eyeball still persisted in protecting his life, the temperature was hot, like iron being burned red in the state of ether overload.
The barriers unfolded, violently counter-shocked, trying to stop the Griffin's claws.
The iron light shattered in an instant, but it reappeared in an instant, seeing the horrible counter-shock as nothing, but becoming more and more condensed.
——The Ether has changed in quality!
So the scream of steel wailing broke out again.
The Griffin is ferocious.
The dark purple pupils glow with cold light.
The iron light slashed forward, piercing through, tearing through the sixteen barriers, and devastating the eruption. In the end, the iron light tore through Charles's face, shattering the hollow eye sockets, leaving a tragic gap.
Blood gushing.
The once handsome face was torn apart, the crimson flowed, it became painful and hideous, and the sorrow ceased in agony. The surviving single eye lifted up, his eyes couldn't tell whether it was despair or resentment, they were just empty.
Like an abyss.
The bones proliferate in severe pain, and the sound is like a rock growing, piercing from the broken flesh, filling the gap in the eye socket, under the cover of blood, the flesh is reborn, and in the end, only a touch is left. It is like bright silver formed after iron slurry is condensed.
That is the residual iron light entangled in the wound.
Those are tears of iron.
Charle raised his hand, causing the iron light in Abraham's hand to stagnate in the air.
The iron light formed by the cluster of ether is essentially the invisible sharp blade formed by the countless lines of thought formed by "Polero" after being filled with killing intent and being subjected to nature interference.
Countless ‘small destructions’ overlapped together to form a ‘large destruction’.
Enough to traumatize natural disasters and torture everything.
Originally, only a small mouth needs to be rubbed, and countless subtle lines of thought will exert thousands of times of nature interference, which will completely evaporate the body. But now, even if the power of the gods is lost, the immortality comparable to the gods still remains on Shire.
Nothing can kill him.
It can only make him awaken from the dream of "born as a man" and open his eyes.
In his hand, the sculpted eye pupil quietly shattered and dissipated into dust, replaced by the glow of the hollow eye socket.
Like the flame of a god.
It was sad anger.
In the high temperature enough to evaporate everything, the Fenfeng burst out of the void, sweeping in all directions, melting ice and snow, evaporating water, and drying up the earth.
Under the gaze of that pupil, heaven and earth turned into a melting pot.
In the midst of the fire, the son of the **** murmured softly.
"Why is it you, teacher."
"Do you still like to say such weak words, Charles?"
The Griffin raised his head, the iron wings in his hands seemed to be ignited, and his hoarse voice finally sounded: "Isn't your resolution already clear?"
"Yes."
Charles laughed self-deprecatingly, staring at the teacher in front of him, his adoptive father, and his enemy.
Cut off the last bit of fantasy.
He said, "Teacher, I want to... kill you."
"Very good."
Abraham nodded approvingly: "Come on, Charles!"
"This is your graduation ceremony."
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The iron light rushes.
It was a torrent of mercury swept across.
The terrifying power comparable to the Silver Tide appears again, not the terrifying tsunami that destroys the world, but the stern iron light gathered in the hands.
It was as if a stream of burning light surged under Abraham's skin, igniting him, turning him into an inhumane, truly becoming a purple-eyed griffon, once again becoming the all-destroying natural disaster musician.
Even if the enemy in front of him is his child.
What is engraved on his chest at this moment is an unprecedented huge matrix.
Inscribed in the format of the Silver Tide, and unified by interpretation. The Order was outlined by the principle of the Ethernet Network, and the relic implanted for him by the Order was awakened.
Heavy ion emission generator.
It is a precious relic from before the Dark Ages, a unique killing weapon in the world, created purely for the purpose of killing and destroying the enemy, and a monster that came into being in order to completely destroy the enemy without leaving a piece of ashes in the world. .
At the moment of activation, the iron light burning in his hands skyrocketed and rose into the sky, converging into a narrow beam, sealed in an invisible force field.
Clearly killing is so ugly and despicable, but the light at this moment is so brilliant that you can't look directly at it!
That is the ether accelerated to the speed of light, entraining the torrent of ions remaining after the substance is crushed to the limit. Not only limited to the shallow material world, it even got rid of the original limitations under the support of the ether, rushing from the high-level dimensions, destroying all the music theory here.
This is the only weapon that can threaten the sacred cauldron. In front of it, whether it is the three pillar gods or the three sages, it is as fragile as a bubble.
In order to prevent human beings from extinction in the battle, the former Red King took the sealed weapons from the arsenal, and now they are once again appearing in the world.
The weapon capable of killing the **** is held in the hand by the person capable of killing the god.
——In order to completely destroy the descending gods!
Charl closed his eyes.
Behind him, the phantom of Eden reappeared. Numerous elements emerged and gathered from the kingdom of heaven. With the opening of those eyes, countless movements flashed through the phantom, whether it was the secret inheritance of the Three Kings. His movement or music theory that had been cut off from the inheritance at this moment seemed to have risen from the etheric realm with his thoughts, and then quickly dissipated.
In the end, there was only one left.
That is the melody inherited from the King of Yellow, a movement that no one can master except Ye Qingxuan originally, comes from the core music theory in Requiem.
"The Day of God's Fury"!
The crystal sword full of pure killing intent proliferated from Shire's hand, and when he held it in his hand, it seemed as if the glory of the world gathered here.
But the blade was no longer clear and transparent, but turned into pitch black.
The abyss lies in it.
Even the power of the Yellow King is unparalleled and terrifying power descends.
The horrible waves formed instantly swept across the world, even if the holy city is far away, it is enough to observe the horrible flame like a star burst.
Blade collision.
The aftermath tore the sky apart.
The string of gravity was broken, and the earth that lost its gravitational force collapsed in the cracks, and countless sand and gravel spontaneously swayed out of the space, rose to the sky, danced and burned in the wailing melody, and finally turned into a rain of fire and fell to the earth. .
As if the end of judgment described in the scriptures has come.
As a result... the Charles was suppressed.
To be completely suppressed by the people who know him best.
The weapon of Tushen did not disappoint its unblockers. At the moment of collision, countless cracks appeared on the dark blade of God's Fury, but they fell apart as unexpectedly.
It is not the ether that supports its existence, but the darkness of despair and burning madness.
The iron beam is turbulent, and the frantic flame entangled on it bursts all the time, turning into high temperature, burning Shire's face and half of his body.
But while it was being burned, the tragic body was quickly reborn, and there was a divine glow flowing above the jagged bones.
He can kill immortality.
Unless all organizations are completely evaporated from the inside out in an instant, otherwise, everything that can't kill him will make him stronger.
At that moment, in the flames, the ignited face lifted up with a hoarse voice:
"—Teacher, you are old."
Crash!
Abraham retreated violently, and a blood stain appeared on his chest. The flesh and blood rolled like screaming lips, opened from the broken breastbone, vomiting hot blood, twitching, and breathing hard in the scorching air.
It's another sword.
From Shire's unfolded left hand, the crisp sound of prism growth unfolded, and a dark and slender shadow grew from it, slowly expanding, and in a flash, extending from the length of the dagger to an exaggerated scale.
If the color just now was pitch black, then there is no color left in the hollow outline at this moment, like a crack leading to the abyss.
The phenomenon that made all observers shudder finally happened.
It's very different from the movement just now. At this moment, Shire only relies on his own thoughts to create matter and distort reality.
Just giving resentment and pain is enough to create this kind of artifact that overrides the gate of heaven.
No, not only that.
This alone is not enough to cover the anger and pain contained in the soul.
This is just a small beginning...
On the ground, countless crystal clusters extend from tiny cracks, germinating like sorrow, growing like pain, multiplying like an abyss, expanding like despair...
That is the ocean.
Crazy ocean.
In the countless deep rainbow lights, pitch-black crystals covered the earth, distorting the reality of this piece of earth, easily reaching the level that a hundred eyes dreamed of in the past, making the abyss descend on the earth.
It's just that it's a purer world than the abyss, and the wrath of God that is crazier than human malice.
The blood scabs turned into crystal clusters, the pain condensed into a rainbow light, despair surging, turned into air.
That posture like a scar, as if the world has been traumatized!
The malice and pain from the great source leaned out like a waterfall.
Just a thought is enough to make everything fall into hell.
And in the **** at this moment, the iron stream swayed, where the two slender light streams passed, tearing all the multiplying ground clusters to pieces, and even the **** was destroyed after destroying the earth.
Weapons created with human malice cannot bring salvation to all things.
But at least it can bring eternal nothingness.
Before destroying yourself, destroy the enemy completely.
"Old? It's too early, Charles!"
Under the shattered griffin mask, Abraham gasped hoarsely, as his palms swept across his chest, the sound of steel wedging into the bones came, and iron light closed the open flesh and blood like nails. Tandem stitching, in the end, is intact again.
Then, the burning wings of the Griffin spread out again.
The rushing stream of iron tears everything apart.
Turn into a meteor.
Go forward.
Split all light, destroy all power, and bury all matter.
Return everything to nothingness!
Only in this way can the value of the purple-eyed griffin be reflected, and only in this way can the preciousness of Abraham be highlighted.
The executioner selected from countless people with the power of all nations, entwined with countless sins and **** monsters, finally found his own stage.
Even in the face of the gods, you can press on!
In the frantic glow, the Griffin smiled frantically on its face.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Half body was bloody, countless bruises ruptured, and they were immediately pierced by iron, riveted, stitched, and the sea of despair was also cut open, torn, and cruelly cut into two.
Make Shire's expression distorted.
Totally crazy!
"——Just want to kill me like this? Teacher!!!"
Amid the roar, on the ground, countless crystal trees rose to the sky, piercing spears of resentment toward the sky, despair growing, spreading wildly, turning into countless black cracks, toward the purple-eyed lion The eagle closed away.
Proliferate! proliferation! Proliferate again!
Amidst the roar, the closed bushes shattered and cut apart between the rushing iron light!
The iron light is flaming!
Abraham, who was pierced by countless spears, rushed out of it, his body was shattered, and he lost an arm, revealing broken internal organs, but his footsteps still did not stop.
Three steps!
On top of the incomplete griffin mask, the only remaining purple eyes burst with scarlet blood.
After three steps, kill the gods!
A short distance was passed.
Tie Guang held it upside down, held it high, aimed at Charles's face, and stabbed it off!
At that moment, Charles roared, but he couldn't hear him clearly.
At this time, any words are meaningless.
Only endless resentment and anger spewed out of that thin body, his face twitched and hideously, as if he had fallen from a **** to an evil spirit.
The resentment and pain in his hands vibrated violently, and the dark divine power swept across and rushed, and the darkness of the world gathered here, without any hesitation.
Stab it forward!
Toward what he once admired, what he longed for, what he cherished, what he thought was very important, what he thought made him do everything...enemy!
That's it, it's all over!
So hate collided with iron.
The light swallowed everything.
The aftermath of destruction spans thousands of miles in an instant. Even in the holy city, you can feel the pressure of suffocation. The city of steel screams in the hurricane.
Countless bells rang.
Announce the beginning of the funeral.
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The flame that burned the earth went out, and the dust obscured the moonlight.
When all the light dissipated, Charles stood on the battered ground, lowered his head stiffly, and looked at the man in front of him.
He hugs himself.
Let the blade of pain and anger penetrate yourself, and annihilate yourself... cruelly from the inside out.
At the last moment, when it was enough to kill the god, the iron light dissipated.
He stopped.
Facing his child, spread his wings like a dying griffin.
This is a belated hug.
Hug your own children and your own death.
"It's nice to see you, Charles."
He whispered softly, "It's great..."
Under the mutilated mask, Charles finally saw the familiar face, so calm, as if liberating.
"Teacher...you..."
Charl turned back blankly, lost in a daze, and... fear.
The moment he finally understood.
The moment when he finally realized it.
The moment he finally found out what he had done.
"Sorry, I let you down, the holy city...no...amusement park..."
The old man leaned tiredly in the arms of the child, and whispered like a dream: "I'm sorry, there... there is no place... for you to go... I'm sorry, Charles, I'm sorry..."
As in the past, he smiled embarrassedly.
Charles, please forgive me.
"What is this...what is this..., teacher!!!"
It was a desperation and a feeble scream.
Char is trembling, like a god, but he can't support the small weight of an old man.
Knocked down easily by fear, it is difficult to breathe.
For so many years, he has been proud of his intelligence and talent, but at this moment, he realizes how...stupid he really is!
Why?
Isn’t this simple, Charles?
Just think about it and you can understand.
Isn't this your only weakness?
Even if you are a god, just holding an old man can make you bow your head like a dog.
For him, aren't you willing to do everything?
Everyone knows how weak you are, how... poor!
As long as he speaks, you are willing to run around for his wishes.
Even if you let him kill you, you would just kneel on the ground and cry and let him cut off your head.
It's so easy, Charles, it's so easy.
As long as you grasp this weakness, you can get what you want.
As long as this is the case... As long as this is the case...
You will never be free!
"Run away, Charles!"
The old man hugged his child, exhausted all his strength, and whispered hoarsely: "Flee far, escape to a place they can't find..."
"Don't come back again." He said, "Don't trust other people anymore!"
That's it, push him away hard, far away.
Because I have finished saying goodbye.
There are no more tears to shed.
Charle was pushed away, staggering back, and watching the old man fall to the ground dullly, cracks appeared on the broken body, and gradually fell apart.
Until his empty mind finally understood what was going on.
He wanted to jump up, fell down again, and got up again.
Like a dog, use both hands and feet.
Go forward.
Screaming, screaming things that I don’t understand, holding him up from the ground, but breaking him even more, feeling helpless, crying desperately, trying to piece him together, but fingertips Only dust can be caught.
Until he sees his hands, until he feels that he has power.
"Teacher, don't die, I can save you! I have the power, teacher, I can save anyone...Don't die, don't die!"
Like an abandoned child, he sobbed and pleaded, cut his hand, leaned to Abraham's lips, and squeezed out the blood forcefully.
The blood fell into the dry lips.
But the miracle did not happen.
The fragmentation continues.
He is dying, Charles.
This is the cruelest mockery of fate.
God’s redemption cannot resist God’s destruction. Everything is doomed and it’s too late.
In the trance of death, Abraham seemed to feel the warmth of those hands.
So, a gentle smile squeezed out of his mune's face, trying to hug him, but she didn't have the strength to rely on his chest.
Just listening to his heartbeat makes me feel so relieved.
"Charles... what other terrible dreams do you have?"
"No, teacher."
Someone replied to himself that the voice was so familiar.
"Will a person still be afraid?"
"No, teacher."
Someone trembles and utters usefulness, holding back the choking.
"Will you still... cry like a child?"
"No, teacher."
The guarantee is so firm, but why are there drops of water on your face? Are you lying again? Is that kid like this? I will lie to myself that it’s raining, it’s always like this, so I can’t let go of it......
But he can finally see what the child looks like.
So handsome, so gentle, so lovely.
"You have grown up, Charles."
Abraham whispered comfortedly, "It's great..."
This is the last sound before the vocal cords are broken.
There are still many things I want to say, there are many promises he wants to do, I want to embrace the children, I want to live, I want to find a world I can understand, I want to participate in At a wedding, I want to hold a child by the hand and give her to another child...
Want to make them happy.
But now, he feels that he has nothing to ask for.
Isn’t that enough, Abraham?
Enough, right?
Isn’t the once empty mind filled with it?
Have you found the meaning of life that you couldn't possibly ask for?
Died in the company of a child, isn't it a miraculous redemption for an executioner like you?
Ah, enough.
Enough...
It was like when I first met him many years ago.
Abraham smiled, raised his broken hands, and said goodbye to the crying child.
Cross the fingers together, close, separate, and finally overlap again.
Before breaking, tell him...
Charles, I am very happy.
This is the end of Abraham.
In this way, dissipated in Charles's arms.
Dissipated in the wind.
Charle lowered his head, looked at his empty hands, tried to squeeze, but couldn't grasp the last trace he left.
Futility of effort, constant repetition.
In the end, nothing could be kept.
His father is dead.
At that moment, he recalled what Gaius had said in a trance.
"Shire, death has weight." The cruel voice whispered in his ear: "You will understand one day."
Yes, one day, Charles.
It’s now.
He covered his face, wanted to scream, tried to cry bitterly, but tried his best, but couldn't make a sound.
Quietly.
This is the last cry of despair.
Memorialize the collapse of the world, let the non-existent river of blood submerge yourself, watching the earth be covered by fierce flesh and blood, deformed monsters grow embryos from the soil, and everything is corrupted in mourning, revealing to him The ugly nature of oneself.
This world... there is no cure for it.
So, everyone is good.
Charles knelt on the ground, whining silently.
It doesn't matter who it is.
I beg you.
Kill me.
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At that moment, the cruel **** finally heard his prayer.
Burning up the world's brilliance and falling from the sky!
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In the distant holy city, the Holy Resurrection Cathedral.
At the moment Abraham died, the old man in red withdrew his eyes in disappointment.
When the plan to pin all hopes failed, he closed his eyes, opened the lid in front of him, and pressed the four initial notes with all his strength.
Call for the arrival of "Destiny".
The majestic movement slowly unfolds in the ten-fingered performance, such a magnificent melody does not echo any ether, but it turns into a pure sound that echoes.
It just awakens the wreckage buried deep in the ground. In the cold fluorescence that lit up in the eyes of the Scarlet King, countless broken characters flashed past. In the end, only a single line of fleeting and simple characters was left.
[Verification completed]
At that moment, above the ten-thousand-meter sky, in the sky above the sky, in the night after the night, the highest point that is hard to reach by today’s human beings, among the countless steel fragments floating on the orbit, there are The huge thing spread its wings.
The'god' made of steel awakened from a long sleep, shaking off the armor on the body that was full of pits in the impact, slowly opening, sixteen dark'wings' opened, aiming at a distance Earth.
It was the last creation released by the North American immigration ship before it was destroyed.
Any war will be a final word. After being fully charged, it will be enough to strike through the stars and destroy an entire world of steel satellites.
——Destiny.
The ultimate self-destructive weapon of mankind.
Even after waiting for hundreds of years and the remaining energy is less than 5%, it is enough to completely change the continental plates, fill up the ocean violently, recreate new land, and destroy everything... with a little carelessness , The resulting consequences will involve people in a new extinction.
It is enough to completely destroy the gods!
"God, please drive me to **** and give me eternal punishment."
The last Scarlet King closed his eyes, prayed softly, and struck the last notes.
At that moment, tens of millions of people on the earth were asleep in their dreams, no one could hear someone crying silently, and tens of millions tossed and turned, but it was difficult to detect a person's despair. Angelu’s Golden Retriever looks up into the distance, Asgard’s war continues~IndoMTL.com~Burgundy’s lights are always bright, and the reversal of the Great Wall of Aurora from the inside out, erupting an unprecedented torrent of ether, Swept the whole world.
Some people fall asleep with anger and unwillingness, others get what they want and take revenge on their enemies. Some people are waiting for women to save themselves in fifteen years, and some are looking forward to the salvation of mankind.
Others knelt on the ground, praying for death.
With the self-destructive overload frequency, the ultimate weapon of mankind emits the light of death.
So, fate fell!
Brought rain, earthquake, wailing, and death.
The earth is turbulent, evaporating everything, the light spreads nothingness and calamity, scorching the earth, burning the earth within hundreds of miles, making lava flow.
A terrible depression appeared in the ground.
The sky in the Caucasus was burned red by the flames rising from the sky, and countless people were awakened, kneeling on the ground, worshipping the terrible destruction, praying for the small peace.
Fortunately, the destruction was over soon, just as it suddenly came.
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He couldn't see anything in the long darkness.
I can't feel my body, and the pain and sadness seem to be far away, in destruction.
Is this probably death?
Is the punishment for yourself about to begin?
A moment of silence rose in his heart, but soon, he heard a voice vaguely.
"...there is still alive, which is terrible."
"Don't be afraid, it has been abolished, and there is still a weak recovery ability, but the nerve tissue is no longer able to regenerate, even if it is alive, it is still a vegetable."
"Do you want to kill?"
"No, he is still useful." Someone said: "At least, it can be used to destroy another person."
The voice disappeared, and he fell into an endless dream.
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