MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? - v16 Chapter 211 Flame of Rage (4, 4k)

“Your Majesty, the pirates are coming!” said a soldier in panic.

“Don’t worry, let the ninja assassinate the tactical troops to solve them.” Pulkit smiled.

“Your Majesty, the naval fleet came over, the leader is the three Admirals!” Another soldier panicked.

“Three Admirals? Let the Kenpachi Zaraki team handle that.” Pulkit smiled.

“Your Majesty, the Four Emperors came to attack!” Another soldier panicked.

“Don’t mess, go and call the dragon!” Pulkit smiled.

“Your Majesty, the revolutionary army united with the world government and the world’s pirates all over!”

Another soldier was alarmed. Pulkit wears the Pluto God clothes, pick up the sword around, his eyes turned into Rinnegan, stood up and sneered, “just right, today they will be wiped out.”

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Shen Huai was abandoned by his artists, and took over one who no one was optimistic about net black newcomer Ye Cang.
Ye Cang caught fire all over the country. Everyone else thinks it’s Shen Huai tune. Only Shen Huai knows. His artist is a superstar reborn. Later, Shen Huai gathered again-“the legendary film queen of the period of the Republic of China,” the unsurpassed Golden supporting role in the History of the Republic of China, “the Queen of Love songs popular all over the country in the Last Century,” and “the greatest superstar in a hundred years.” he breathed a sigh of relief: I don’t have to go back and inherit tens of billions of dollars

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That day, my head was struck by an unknown object, and after I woke up, I realized that I’m able to, through titles, understand a person’s truest side.

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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