The hexagons

He suddenly realized that Red Star had indeed fallen for it earlier, and since he had passed on the information that the tower was empty, they were about to pour in all their efforts to blow it up. And now, there was no way to modify this information himself.

His voice could not be heard by anyone, but it was communicated directly into the minds of all.

"My days are numbered... Perhaps I must do something for posterity at some point." Paul II's lax gaze gradually solidified as he looked at Alexander and said.

Sweat seeped from Alexander's hands, and after a moment of thought, he decided not to kill him for now. He feared that he would need to use Condor's authority next, and killing him would leave no room for maneuvering.

It seemed that the activation of the great formation just now had indeed affected the entire tall tower.

"Ah... You are, Alexander Finch." Paul II recognized him and suddenly raised a smile, saying, "Grand Elder Hightower... Afte

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