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Although his body had long been depleted, overdrawn.
But after more than twenty years of hard work, after enduring more than twenty years of torture, what was it all for, if not for this moment?
Augustus didn't pay attention to his torn belly and the intestines that flowed out; he was just propping up his battered body, struggling to rise from the ground once again.
Even this simple action seemed to exhaust all of Augustus's strength, and he was panting heavily.
Seeing Augustus's pathetic state, a smug arc formed on the corner of Rose Vesper's mouth.
Look, this was once the Pope of the Holy Court, the so-called omnipotent ruler, now so pitiful in front of her?
It suddenly seemed foolish to Rose Vesper to have felt sadness and pain before. So what if all her subordinates were dead?
In the face of this absolute power, who else could contend with her?
Those who oppose her, just crush them.
