The entire land was thrown into madness. Countless people were exhilarated, with the sounds of commotion echoing from dawn until dusk, almost without a moment's pause.
No one could comprehend their admiration and adoration for the Black Emperor.
When war broke out, many of those living on this land were ready to leave at any moment, for they knew full well that the only reason they had survived here over the years was because of Purgatory.
Because of the Black Emperor!
If Purgatory were to collapse and the Black Emperor were to fall on the battlefield, this land would immediately revert to its old state — engulfed in war, plunged into darkness, devoid of light.
Fortunately, Purgatory won.
The Guardian God of this land once again triumphed over evil, vanquishing those bastards who devour and spit out nothing but bones!
The celebration of ten thousand people!
No.
It should be the celebration of a hundred million people!
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