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... i Chen in surprise.

After finishing speaking, Ultron used reality erasure again without giving up.

But this time, Beichen stood where he was, safe and sound.

"Don't waste your efforts, your infinite gems are useless to me!"

Beichen reminded lazily.

"What monster are you?"

Ultron finally had some mood swings at this moment.

You have to know that with 6 infinite gems, you have wiped out the life in the entire universe. With such a terrifying weapon, ...

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[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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