At the end of the battlefield, misty, windy and sandy.
And in such a chilling scene.
A figure came slowly.
White hair like frost, black clothes like ink!
Wearing a white bone mask on his face.
Dragging a pitch-black and blood-stained gun of purgatory in his hand.
The gun's edge was bloody.
It seemed that countless innocent souls were sealed, and let out a hoarse howl.
And it is true.
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