God-level Store Manager - Chapter 3257

[Chapter 2478 Oshia is very strong]

Grace’s face was calm, with a melancholy indifference.

Mu looked at her and was suddenly surprised to find that this woman, who looked just like a girl, actually had subtle wrinkles hidden by makeup at the corners of her eyes.

Time shows no mercy.

Perhaps a few years ago, she was also the dream goddess of countless young people, but now she is just a woman who has been his wife for many years.

“I actually don’t believe in love.” Grace said softly.

“Why?” Mu asked subconsciously. She didn’t think her feeling was wrong.

“I am an actor. I have played many roles on stage, most of which are infatuated women. Many of the audiences who watched my opera performances claimed to be my infatuated lovers. They all said that I was an infatuated woman. A woman who is crazy about love, but I know that it was all performed by me.”

Mu did not speak, she knew that what she had to do now was to listen quietly.

“Later, Donald and I got married and played the role of a wife conscientiously. He felt that I loved him very much, but I was just getting old and wanted to find a suitable person to marry myself off to.”

Grace stopped for a moment, came to the window, and looked at the night outside the window.

The weather is pretty good tonight.

The evening breeze scatters shadows, and the moon is bright at night.

She squinted her eyes and looked up at the starry sky. Thousands of stars were dotted with them, carrying the thoughts of many people in the world.

“I think you just deceived yourself.” Mu said slowly.

“Maybe.” Grace smiled softly, “But now, these are not very important. For more than ten years, I have long been unable to tell whether I am used to playing the role of a wife, or whether I really developed feelings during this long relationship, and I feel a little… regretful.”

“Why?” Mu didn’t quite understand, “Since you don’t believe in love, you shouldn’t feel this way, right?” “

…Because… In the past ten years, the only thing I am sure of is that Donald really loves me, but I am not sure whether I love him or not.” Grace sighed softly, “If possible, I really I hope I love him very much.”

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The body of the knight transformed into silver armor surged with bright light and appeared behind O’Shea. The giant sword fell and the space wailed.

Donald chanted softly, and the surrounding lines folded and twisted, turning into a magic puppet of comparable size, roaring with both heads.

O’Shea’s figure flickered, and when she reappeared, she was beside Donald.

Without any words, he simply thrust out the spear, causing a harsh scream as the air was separated, and countless tiny cracks appeared in the space.

The ground was shaking, and the two magical creatures began to fight.

At this time, Donald’s sight seemed to be filled with only the approaching spear, and the huge pressure almost suffocated him. Just the energy fluctuations that were not yet elementary caused ripples in the fat on his body.

At the critical moment, the dancer twisted her body into a strange angle in an almost incomprehensible way, barely avoiding the attack.

His fat body did not affect his speed, but he was extremely flexible.

This huge contrast between appearance and speed did not cause any change in O’Shea’s cold expression.

Over the long years, she had fought against all kinds of opponents, and the weird scenes she encountered were far more complicated than they are now.

The spear stopped and turned from stabbing to drawing.

The black crystal spikes gathered and condensed out of thin air, turning into a shield to block it.

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crystal shattered, and the huge impact made a thunderous roar. The strong wind stirred up, and waves of energy swept away endlessly.

O’Shea retreated dozens of meters before stopping her retreat, leaving a deep mark in front of her.

The disgust gradually dissipated, and Donald slowly straightened up. The previous impact seemed to have caused some damage to him, and his expression was no longer as relaxed as it was at first.

O’Shea’s eyes were still cold, she raised her arms towards him and spoke slowly.

“Judgment.”

Ripples appeared in countless locations in the space, like raindrops falling on a calm lake, and the things hidden underneath quietly emerged. They were countless floating cannons, magic crystal cannons, concentrated energy cannons of different shapes… cannons that looked hollow. The mouth points straight ahead, and the space anchoring device is activated, turning the space into an invisible cage.

Donald’s pupils suddenly shrank, and his instincts warned him wildly. The dangers coming from all directions sent tingling sensations through his skin.

Without any hesitation, the black crystals condensed and grew, like ice crystals quickly emerging from the water.

But it’s not enough.

When he just reacted, the blazing white light beam appeared, passing through the gap between the crystals in an instant, and penetrated the body easily.

The cannon roared, and the dazzling light exploded, swallowing Donald completely in an instant.

The magical creature summoned by Donald not far away roared angrily, seeming to want to rescue its master, but was completely blocked by the Silver Guard.

O’Shea stood quietly, the howling wind blowing her clothes and hair.

There was actually nothing much to say between the two of them.

This battle is not for profit. The dancer wants to achieve her own goals through the promotion ceremony. Her purpose of stopping this is also the purpose of this trip. The two sides have different ideas. The battle cannot stop and can only be terminated if one party dies.

Various explosions almost caused the entire space to vibrate, and there were even vague distortions in the distance. This was a consequence of the instability of the space.

O’Shea’s expression did not change.

In fact, the outcome of this battle has already been determined.

As the chief commander of the wave, she faced an Annihilation cultist who took the wisdom route, and the result was self-evident.

After more than ten seconds, all artillery fire stopped.

The muzzle of the gun emits terrifying heat, and all kinds of magical smoke and dust scatter in the wind, obscuring things behind it.

The strong wind stirred and the smoke dispersed, revealing the pitted ground that had been baptized by countless gunfire, and the crystal peaks made of countless black crystals, but there were countless cracks on them.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound sounded, and the entire crystal peak shattered into a sky-filled radiance.

“Ahem, you are worthy of being the commander of the wave.”

Donald coughed twice and walked out of the light.

The originally fat, almost spherical figure disappeared, replaced by an ordinary middle-aged appearance, the kind that would not be found in a crowd.

There are some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his face is peaceful. No matter how you look at it, no one can connect him with the Annihilation cultists. In fact, this is normal. After all, no Annihilation cultists will write their identity on their faces. Their daily identities It may be ordinary people, or it may be emperors and generals.

The magical creature stopped moving as the artillery fire stopped, glanced at Donald, and then disappeared.

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