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Chapter 388. An Old Friend Has Come.

Char finally saw the short sword in Anu's hand.

She had taken it from the hands of the Supreme Holy Spirit. The sword looked like the most evil food in the world, preserved eggs, but it also seemed to be a gift from an Ancient God.

The dark, mysterious, and imaginative mysterious material squirmed on the sword, like a firmium producing dense protrusions in the magnetic field, which simply made people with trypophobia uncomfortable.

No matter how he looked at it, it looked like an item from the abyss and had nothing to do with the Holy Spirit.

Its original owner, the Supreme Holy Spirit, no longer had the calm temperament of a mountain. Instead, tears were flowing down its face, and its eyes were filled with despair. It curled up on the ground and muttered. It looked very pitiful.

"What's going on?"

Char could not help but ask.

"Also, Sister Anu, do you remember me?"