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This Is The Real Black Pot

The fiery meteors in the sky were extremely powerful.

Kant, who had just said those harsh words.

He said he would throw things when he was scared.

For example, forbidden spells.

".."

".."

The air was quiet.

There was a total of three seconds of silence.

Even a few elves subconsciously let go of their commander who had pulled out his saber.

F * ck!

The streamlined and elegant body of the heavy-duty motorcycle instantly transformed. The gears crisscrossed, the bearings turned, and the lever spun. The alchemical weapon that quickly transformed and reassembled stood upright, enveloping Kant like a lotus flower that bloomed and closed. The armor was fixed, the hydraulic transmission was done, the spiral bite was done, and the jet wings were unfolded.

The elves were shocked and immediately drew their bows.

But he still had doubts.

Kant's shout calmed them down a little.