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This was the glory of the three-headed hellhound clan. Looking at the battles in the past, I heard that all the soldiers had died. When I looked at my own race, what were the enemies scared of?

Even if Cerberus was a three-headed hellhound, he still did not understand what was called modesty and what was called not having a pie falling from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, it was night