The clone that was ridiculed by Perseus for not having Tintin quickly rotted and turned into a mass of black water, withering and blending into the cracks in the ground.

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"Aren't you going to save him?"

Ai'e looked at Russell with a calm face in surprise. Perseus had lost too much blood and might kick off his legs at any time.

No, that punch exhausted the last of Perseus' strength, and he couldn't even kick his legs before he died.

You only saw him losing a lot of blood, but you didn't see him cheating again!

Russell pouted: "It's so easy for the son of Zeus to die. If he falls asleep, I can rest for a while."

After saying that, he looked towards the east of the sanctuary with something in mind. Hundreds of men, women, old and young, some from rich families or others in rags, appeared in a large army.

"How many people here can be recognized by the Holy Cloth, one or two?"

Russell touched his chin and couldn't help but look forward to it. He thought of something and said, "Ai'e, do you think the thirteen holy clothes are a little missing? Since there are gold saints, silver and bronze, it's not too much.
Chapter completed!