Withered flesh and wrinkles have become a shell, blood and stench merge into one, red and black twist into a murky mixture.In the mist, light blossoms, in the eerie lies fear, in despair welcomes hope.The dome changes color, ice-blue wings cover the sky, the halo floats, majestic and majestic.Gods,
Synopsis: "Nagato, Dad here, might be dying." In a simple wooden shack, Ise said to his cheap son. The opening is already at hell difficulty, facing a predetermined fate of certain death, can the magical analysis system break the situation? "Start analyzing the body's blood." "Genes have potential,
