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... hmic manner.

Within the attack range of the scissors.

All of the Evil Empress 'conscripters had turned into nothingness.

However, in the face of this result.

Instead, Babasha laughed out loud.

"Is this all you can do?

"If that's all, don't blame me for using too much strength!"

...

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