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Many navy loosened their knives or guns, their faces were desperate, and the red dog generals could not fight monsters. How did they fight?

boom--!

Susano Nobu stepped on the ice, and the person who was close to Susano Nou's footsteps was shocked to jump.

After falling back to the ground, a group of people stared at each other, then looked at the giant's feet that were raised again, and swallowed.

"Should we run?"

"What do you say?"

"Escape—!"

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