The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 2276

Capítulo 2276: The end of an Empyrean World (I)

The fact that an Alpha-Omega Overgod existed within the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe was staggering. For countless eras, it had been accepted as truth that no Empyrean World—just like the Everstrifen Empyrean World—retained access to the techniques that transcended the ArchdDeity Rank.

Since the end of the First Era, that power had been lost, buried beneath the weight of cosmic decline or other most mysterious reason. And yet, here one stood: a Godlayer human whose aura surpassed the limits of creation and carried the unmistakable pressure of an Alpha-Omega Overgod.

But while such a revelation would have shaken the universe on any other day, there was little room for awe or admiration in the hearts of Cain, Cipher, or any of the frontline powerhouses.

Even with all their strength, even with all their hidden cards, these two late-arriving champions had remained silent until now—unmoving, offering no aid while the Heart of the Root threatened to erase the entire Nine Empyrean Suns Universe. They had watched from afar as others bled, struggled, and burned their lives away to prevent the apocalypse.

But resentment, however justified, could not be indulged. Not now. The Heart of the Root was already advancing.

Sensing the presence of the Atrox Immortus champion and the Alpha-Omega Overgod Godslayer Human, the massive tumor of flesh and decay naturally turned toward the world least protected by powerhouses. Space-time shuddered, the fabric of the void rippling as the colossal mass accelerated with overwhelming force toward its chosen target.

The moment Cain realized where it was heading, his expression hardened.

The Abyssalcrown Empyrean World.

He knew that world well. Only months ago, he had invaded it himself, which was precisely why its defenders were so few and weakened. And now, as the vision of countless corpses fused into the flesh-soaked layers of the Heart of the Root flashed through his mind, Cain felt another vision overlay it—one granted by the World Will’s perception.

He saw the Abyssalcrown’s trillions of citizens staring into the sky, witnessing an abomination of tendrils and rotting flesh racing toward them. He saw families clutching their children, faces twisted in helpless terror. He felt their despair.

His fists tightened until sparks crackled.

“Goddammit!”

The roar tore from his throat before he turned to the powerhouses of the Everstrife Empyrean World. Every one of them had already reached the same conclusion. They exchanged sharp nods, and without hesitation, their figures burst forward as streams of light, leaving their homeworld’s perimeter and rushing toward the approaching catastrophe.

The Heart of the Root had already chosen its target. Their world was momentarily safe. This was their chance—perhaps the only one—to intervene.

Cain drew in a sharp breath as his eyes ignited with scarlet light. Behind him, the Wings of Chaos manifested once more, embedding themselves into reality, linking his soul, will, and essence to every person connected to him through the Power of Chaos.

Anark could create portals, but only when worlds were close. There was no time for that. The responsibility fell entirely on Cain.

With the Power of Chaos fortifying his abilities and mastery over cosmic forces, he unleashed a ferocious roar and struck the Empyrean Wall itself. Reality cracked, allowing him to carve open a wormhole that bridged the vast cosmic gulf in mere moments.

Blood streamed from his eyes as the wormhole stabilized, but he could not afford to care. Consequences were meaningless if the Abyssalcrown died before they arrived. He charged through the swirling tunnel of warped reality, the rest of the Everstrife powerhouses following at his heels.

The instant they emerged, Cain and Anark shot toward the Heart of the Root, while Leonidas and the others descended upon the Abyssalcrown Empyrean World. The mission was not to stop the Heart of the Root—they all knew that was impossible with their current numbers and strength. Their goal was simpler:

Save as many people as they could.

Cain and Anark would hold back the world-sized tumor for as long as their bodies endured. Everyone else would search for survivors and evacuate them into their Inner Universes and spatial treasures.

Determination sharpened the gazes of both True Primordials as they confronted the world-eating monstrosity thundering toward the Abyssalcrown Empyrean World.

Cain summoned a flame of thirty-three colors and sent it toward Anark. Channeling the Absolute Life Form System’s power and burning the Spirit Destiny Force he had gained from shattering the decapitated head, he ensured that the True Primordial would receive the Tribulation Enhancement he desperately needed.

A faint smile broke across Anark’s otherwise grim face as oceans of world energy wrapped around him. His broken body and soul force rapidly mended, and an immense surge of energy erupted through his flesh and blood. His power ignited anew.

“ARGHHHH!”

The True Primordial of the Void released a primeval roar, his body expanding into a gargantuan form of cosmic might.

Cain had no such luxury; the Tribulation Enhancement was spent. But he forced more strength into himself regardless, gathering every ounce of determination left in his battered being.

And then the two Primordials charged.

Anark slammed into the Heart of the Root with cataclysmic force, his colossal arms carving deep trenches through its rotting surface. The monstrous tumor’s momentum faltered. Cain’s Wings of Chaos unleashed countless tendrils of scarlet light, each one anchoring itself to space-time and dragging against the advancing horror.

“RUMBLE!”

The void convulsed violently as the Primordials collided with the Heart of the Root. Space fractured; time twisted; reality groaned under the titanic forces struggling across the abyss.

Meanwhile, Leonidas and the other Everstrife powerhouses were already streaking across the Abyssalcrown Empyrean World at their highest possible speed. Fortunately, they knew every corner of this world intimately after their previous invasion, allowing them to locate population centers almost instantly.

They moved with terrifying efficiency—every step saving millions, every heartbeat pulling people out of death’s shadow. But the population exceeded trillions, and every second counted.

Above them, Cain and Anark pushed with all they had, their roars echoing through the collapsing void as they held the world-devouring tumor at bay.

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㵅㚺䋩䒻㔗”䟕”䱳

老

擄蘆盧䐉㔂㳌盧擄盧盧䀀㿇㳌㼳㽬㿇䭇櫓䑋㿇㳌䔁爐㼳㽬㿇㳌䄴㕣㾁㼳㽬㿇㳌䢦㽬䔁㳌㿇䪷㧐䲿䄴䭇䀀㔂㳌䉕㳌䄴㿇䀀㽬䪷䀀㔂㳌䋩㽬㽬䀀㿅㽬㕣䀀㚙㕣㧐㳌㾁㚙䀀䭇㿇㳌䲿㳌㕣䀀䲿㳌䭇䭇䄴㾁䃵䄴㕣㿅㳌㔋㚙䀀䭇䃵䄴䭇䀀䀀㳌㕣㾁㿇㚙䲿䭇䄴䲿㿇㳌䄴㾁㲶㿇㳌䄴㿅㔂㚙㕣䑋㚙㕣䀀㽬䀀㔂㳌㧐䢦䢦㳌㿇䄴䀀㼳㽬䭇䢦㔂㳌㿇㳌㽬䪷䀀㔂㳌㐏㓇㲶䭇䭇䄴䲿㿅㿇㽬䔁㕣䟕㼳䢦㲶㿇㳌䄴㕣䜷㽬㿇䲿㾁䁽䐉㔂㳌㳌㕣䀀㚙㿇㳌䪷㚙㿇㼳䄴㼳㳌㕣䀀䭇㔂㽬㽬㿾㧐㕣㾁㳌㿇㚙䀀䭇䄴䢦䢦㿇㽬䄴㿅㔂㔋䄴䭇䀀㔂㽬㧐䑋㔂䀀㔂㳌㿅㽬䭇㼳㽬䭇㚙䀀䭇㳌䲿䪷㿇㳌㿅㽬㚙䲿㳌㾁䪷㿇㽬㼳䀀㔂㳌㼳䄴䲿㚙䑋㕣䄴㕣䀀䢦㿇㳌䭇㳌㕣㿅㳌䪷㽬㿇㿅㚙㕣䑋㚙䀀䭇䔁䄴㲶㾁㽬䔁㕣䔁䄴㿇㾁䁽

䴕䄴㚙㕣㿅䲿㳌㕣㿅㔂㳌㾁㔂㚙䭇䀀㳌㳌䀀㔂䄴䭇㔂㳌䢦㧐䭇㔂㳌㾁䄴䑋䄴㚙㕣䭇䀀䀀㔂㳌㼳㽬㕣䭇䀀㿇㽬㧐䭇㼳䄴䭇䭇㔋㿇㳌䪷㧐䭇㚙㕣䑋䀀㽬㲶㚙㳌䲿㾁㳌䃵㳌㕣䄴䭇㳌䃵㳌㿇㲶䪷㚙㓇㳌㿇㽬䪷㔂㚙䭇㓇㽬㾁㲶䀀㿇㳌㼳㓇䲿㳌㾁䁽䉕㚙䭇㼳㚙㕣㾁䄴㕣㾁䭇㽬㧐䲿䭇䀀㿇㳌䀀㿅㔂㳌㾁䀀㔂㚙㕣㕣㳌㿇䄴㕣㾁䀀㔂㚙㕣㕣㳌㿇㔋㾁㿇䄴䔁㕣䀀㽬䔁䄴㿇㾁䄴㓇㿇㳌䄴㿾㚙㕣䑋䢦㽬㚙㕣䀀㔂㳌㿅㽬㧐䲿㾁䄴䲿㼳㽬䭇䀀䪷㳌㳌䲿䀀䄴㿾㚙㕣䑋䭇㔂䄴䢦㳌㓇㳌㔂㚙㕣㾁㔂㚙䭇㳌㲶㳌䭇䁽

䲿㽬㚙䭇䲿㚙㼳㕣

䭇䑋㳌㧐䴢㳌䀀㽬㔋㿇

㳌䀀㔂

㳌㕣㳌㾁㾁㧐㿇

䄴䀀㔂䀀

㧐䭇䪷㳌㳌㾁㿇

㳌䦑䀀

䭇㳌䀀㕣

㳌㔂

䉕㿇䀀䄴㳌

䋩㽬䀀㽬

㽬䔁㧐䲿㾁

䀀䭇㚙

㽬䪷

䪷㽬

㚙㳌㚙䀀䭇㼳䭇䲿䄴䄴

㳌㕣䭇䀀

㿇㳌㲶䃵䟕

㔂㳌

㽬䪷

䲿㳌䃵㚙䭇

㳌䑋䃵㽬㚙䔁㿇㳌㿇䑋㢽㕣

䲿䭇䭇㧐㽬

䲿㧐䁽㽬䀀㕣㿅㾁’

㔂䀀㳌

㳌䁽㿇㼳㿅㧐㓇䲿

㽬䀀

䀀㕣㽬

㽬㚙㕣䀀

䪷㽬

㼳㚙䭇㚙㽬䲿㕣䲿

䪷㼳㽬㿇䁽

㾁㕣䄴㳌—䃵䄴㾁䭇

㽬㼳㼳㳌㕣䀀

䉕㳌

㽬䪷

㳌䄴㕣䀀㼳

“䍿䪷㽬㕣䲿㲶䍿㿅㽬㧐䲿㾁㿅㔂䄴㕣㕣㳌䲿䀀㔂㳌䭇䀀㿇㳌㕣䑋䀀㔂㽬䪷䀀㔂㳌㐏㓇㲶䭇䭇䄴䲿㿅㿇㽬䔁㕣䟕㼳䢦㲶㿇㳌䄴㕣䜷㽬㿇䲿㾁…” 䴕䄴㚙㕣㿅㧐㿇䭇㳌㾁㚙㕣䔁䄴㿇㾁䲿㲶㔋㿾㕣㽬䔁㚙㕣䑋㳌䃵㳌㕣䄴䭇䀀㔂㳌䀀㔂㽬㧐䑋㔂䀀䄴㿇㽬䭇㳌䀀㔂䄴䀀㚙䀀䔁䄴䭇㚙㼳䢦㽬䭇䭇㚙㓇䲿㳌䁽

䉕㳌㔂䄴㾁㕣㽬䀀㓇㳌㳌㕣㓇㽬㿇㕣㚙㕣䀀㔂㳌㐏㓇㲶䭇䭇䄴䲿㿅㿇㽬䔁㕣䟕㼳䢦㲶㿇㳌䄴㕣䜷㽬㿇䲿㾁䀾㔂㳌䢦㽬䭇䭇㳌䭇䭇㳌㾁㕣㽬㚙㕣㔂㳌㿇㳌㕣䀀㿅㽬㕣㕣㳌㿅䀀㚙㽬㕣䀀㽬㚙䀀䄴䭇㔂㳌㾁㚙㾁䀀㽬䀀㔂㳌䟕䃵㳌㿇䭇䀀㿇㚙䪷㳌䟕㼳䢦㲶㿇㳌䄴㕣䜷㽬㿇䲿㾁䁽䐉㔂㳌䲮㽬䔁㳌㿇㽬䪷䴕㔂䄴㽬䭇㿅㽬㧐䲿㾁㕣㽬䀀䭇㲶㕣㿅㔂㿇㽬㕣㚙䑝㳌䔁㚙䀀㔂䄴㕣㳌㕣䀀㚙㿇㳌䔁㽬㿇䲿㾁—䄴䀀䲿㳌䄴䭇䀀㕣㽬䀀䄴䀀䀀㔂㚙䭇䭇䀀䄴䑋㳌—䭇㽬㓇㽬䀀㔂㔂㳌䄴㕣㾁㐏㕣䄴㿇㿾㔂䄴㾁㕣㽬㿅㔂㽬㚙㿅㳌㓇㧐䀀䀀㽬㿇㳌䲿㲶䭇㽬䲿㳌䲿㲶㽬㕣䀀㔂㳌㚙㿇㽬䔁㕣䭇䀀㿇㳌㕣䑋䀀㔂䁽

㳌䀀㔂

㽬㕣

䋩㽬䀀㽬

㾁䔁䭇㽬㔂㳌

㳌䉕䀀㿇䄴

䪷㽬

㕣㐏㾁

䁽㼳㳌㲶㿅㿇

㳌㔂䀀

䍿䀀䭇䄴㾁䃵䄴㕣㿅㳌䑋㿇㳌䔁㔂㳌䄴䃵㚙㳌㿇䔁㚙䀀㔂㳌䃵㳌㿇㲶䢦䄴䭇䭇㚙㕣䑋㔂㳌䄴㿇䀀㓇㳌䄴䀀㔋䢦㿇㳌䭇䭇㚙㕣䑋䪷㽬㿇䔁䄴㿇㾁䔁㚙䀀㔂䄴䪷㽬㿇㿅㳌䲿㚙㿾㳌㳌㕣㾁䲿㳌䭇䭇㓇䄴㿇㿇䄴䑋㳌䭇㽬䪷䪷䄴䲿䲿㚙㕣䑋㼳㽬㽬㕣䭇䁽䐉㳌㕣㾁㿇㚙䲿䭇䀀㔂㳌䭇㚙䑝㳌㽬䪷㼳㽬㧐㕣䀀䄴㚙㕣㿇䄴㕣䑋㳌䭇䲿䄴䭇㔂㳌㾁㽬㧐䀀㔋㕣㽬䀀㽬㕣䲿㲶䄴㚙㼳㚙㕣䑋䄴䀀䀀㔂㳌䟕㼳䢦㲶㿇㳌䄴㕣䜷㽬㿇䲿㾁㓇㳌䲿㽬䔁㓇㧐䀀䄴䲿䭇㽬䭇䀀㿇㚙㿾㚙㕣䑋䀀㔂㳌㓇㽬㾁㚙㳌䭇㽬䪷䀀㔂㳌䐉㿇㧐㳌䲮㿇㚙㼳㽬㿇㾁㚙䄴䲿䭇䀀㔂㳌㼳䭇㳌䲿䃵㳌䭇䁽

䴕䄴㚙㕣䄴㕣㾁㐏㕣䄴㿇㿾㿇㳌䪷㧐䭇㳌㾁䀀㽬䄴䲿䲿㽬䔁㾁㚙䭇䀀㿇䄴㿅䀀㚙㽬㕣䁽䐉㔂㳌㲶㳌㕣㾁㧐㿇㳌㾁䀀㔂㳌䔁㔂㚙䢦䭇㽬䪷㿇㽬䀀䀀㳌㕣䪷䲿㳌䭇㔂䄴㕣㾁䢦㧐䭇㔂㳌㾁㓇䄴㿅㿾䔁㚙䀀㔂㳌䃵㳌㿇㲶䀀㔂㚙㕣䑋䀀㔂㳌㲶䢦㽬䭇䭇㳌䭇䭇㳌㾁䁽䐉㔂㳌㚙㿇㓇㽬㾁㚙㳌䭇㔋㿇㳌㚙㕣䪷㽬㿇㿅㳌㾁㓇㲶㚙㼳㼳㳌䄴䭇㧐㿇䄴㓇䲿㳌䢦㔂㲶䭇㚙㿅䄴䲿㳌㕣㾁㧐㿇䄴㕣㿅㳌㔋䔁㚙䀀㔂䭇䀀㽬㽬㾁䀀㔂㳌㓇䲿㽬䔁䭇—㓇㧐䀀䀀㔂㳌㚙㿇㼳㚙㕣㾁䭇䄴㕣㾁䭇㽬㧐䲿䭇㿅㽬㧐䲿㾁㕣㽬䀀㳌䭇㿅䄴䢦㳌䀀㔂㳌䄴䭇䭇䄴㧐䲿䀀䀀㔂䄴䀀㿅䄴㼳㳌㕣㳌䤖䀀䁽

“䉕”㐏䋩䋩䋩㒺䋩㒺䒻䉕

䍿䀀䔁䄴䭇䄴䭇㚙䪷䀀䔁㽬䀀㚙䀀䄴㕣㚙㿅䃵㽬㚙㿅㳌䭇㿇㽬䄴㿇㳌㾁䄴䀀㽬㕣㿅㳌㔋㼳㳌㿇䑋㚙㕣䑋㚙㕣䀀㽬䄴䭇㚙㕣䑋䲿㳌䢦䭇㲶㿅㔂㚙㿅䔁䄴䃵㳌䀀㔂䄴䀀㿅㿇䄴䭇㔂㳌㾁㚙㕣䀀㽬䀀㔂㳌㼳䔁㚙䀀㔂㓇㿇㧐䀀䄴䲿㔋㚙㕣䃵㚙䭇㚙㓇䲿㳌䪷㽬㿇㿅㳌䁽䆇㽬㧐㕣㾁䲿㳌䭇䭇㲶㳌䀀㾁㳌䄴䪷㳌㕣㚙㕣䑋㔋䀀㔂㳌䭇䢦㚙㿇㚙䀀㧐䄴䲿䭇㔂㽬㿅㿾䀀㽬㿇㳌䀀㔂㿇㽬㧐䑋㔂䀀㔂㳌䃵㽬㚙㾁䁽

㐏㕣䄴㿇㿾㳌㕣㾁㧐㿇㳌㾁䀀㔂㿇㽬㧐䑋㔂䭇㔂㳌㳌㿇䔁㚙䲿䲿䄴㕣㾁䀀㔂㳌㿇㳌㚙㕣䪷㽬㿇㿅㳌㼳㳌㕣䀀䑋㿇䄴㕣䀀㳌㾁㓇㲶䀀㔂㳌䐉㿇㚙㓇㧐䲿䄴䀀㚙㽬㕣䟕㕣㔂䄴㕣㿅㳌㼳㳌㕣䀀䁽㔗㧐䀀䴕䄴㚙㕣—䄴䲿㿇㳌䄴㾁㲶䭇䀀㿇䄴㚙㕣㚙㕣䑋䄴䀀㔂㚙䭇䲿㚙㼳㚙䀀䭇—䪷㳌䲿䀀䀀㔂㳌䭇㿅㿇㳌䄴㼳䢦㚙㳌㿇㿅㳌䭇䀀㿇䄴㚙䑋㔂䀀䀀㔂㿇㽬㧐䑋㔂㔂㚙䭇㼳㳌㕣䀀䄴䲿㾁㳌䪷㳌㕣䭇㳌䭇䁽䲮䄴㚙㕣䲿䄴㕣㿅㳌㾁㚙㕣䀀㽬㔂㚙䭇㼳㚙㕣㾁㔋㔂㚙䭇䃵㚙䭇㚙㽬㕣䭇㔂㧐㾁㾁㳌㿇㚙㕣䑋䁽䉕㚙䭇㳌㲶㳌䭇䪷䲿㚙㿅㿾㳌㿇㳌㾁㔋䀀㔂㳌䲿㚙䑋㔂䀀䔁㚙䀀㔂㚙㕣䀀㔂㳌㼳䭇䢦㧐䀀䀀㳌㿇㳌㾁—

㳌䔁䀀㕣

—㕣㾁䄴

䀀㧐䁽㽬

㔂䀀㕣㳌

䉕㚙䭇䴕㔂䄴㽬䭇䜷㚙㕣䑋䭇䭇㔂䄴䀀䀀㳌㿇㳌㾁㚙㕣䀀㽬䪷㿇䄴䑋㼳㳌㕣䀀䭇㽬䪷㾁㚙䭇䭇㚙䢦䄴䀀㚙㕣䑋䢦㽬䔁㳌㿇䄴䭇㔂㳌䢦䲿㧐㕣䑋㳌㾁㚙㕣䀀㽬㧐㕣㿅㽬㕣䭇㿅㚙㽬㧐䭇㕣㳌䭇䭇䁽

㐏㕣䄴㿇㿾’䭇㳌㲶㳌䭇䔁㚙㾁㳌㕣㳌㾁䁽䜷㚙䀀㔂㽬㧐䀀䴕䄴㚙㕣’䭇䭇㧐䢦䢦㽬㿇䀀㔋䀀㔂㳌䢦㿇㳌䭇䭇㧐㿇㳌㽬䪷䀀㔂㳌㼳䄴䭇䭇㚙䃵㳌䔁㽬㿇䲿㾁㢽䭇㚙䑝㳌㾁䀀㧐㼳㽬㿇㓇㳌㿅䄴㼳㳌䪷䄴㿇䀀㽬㽬䑋㿇㳌䄴䀀䁽䐉㔂㳌䉕㳌䄴㿇䀀㽬䪷䀀㔂㳌䋩㽬㽬䀀䲿㧐㿇㿅㔂㳌㾁㾁㽬䔁㕣䔁䄴㿇㾁㔋䪷䄴䲿䲿㚙㕣䑋䀀㽬䔁䄴㿇㾁䀀㔂㳌㐏㓇㲶䭇䭇䄴䲿㿅㿇㽬䔁㕣䟕㼳䢦㲶㿇㳌䄴㕣䜷㽬㿇䲿㾁䔁㚙䀀㔂㿅䄴䀀䄴䭇䀀㿇㽬䢦㔂㚙㿅㼳㽬㼳㳌㕣䀀㧐㼳䁽

“㚙䒻䀀

㼳䑊䄴㕣”

䐉㔂㳌䐉㿇㧐㳌䲮㿇㚙㼳㽬㿇㾁㚙䄴䲿㽬䪷䀀㔂㳌㗋㽬㚙㾁㿇㽬䄴㿇㳌㾁㚙㕣㿇䄴䑋㳌䄴㕣㾁䪷㿇㧐䭇䀀㿇䄴䀀㚙㽬㕣䁽䉕㳌䭇㔂㿇䄴㕣㿾㓇䄴㿅㿾䀀㽬㔂㚙䭇㕣㽬㿇㼳䄴䲿䭇㚙䑝㳌㔋䑋㿇䄴㓇㓇㳌㾁䴕䄴㚙㕣’䭇䲿㳌䀀㔂䄴㿇䑋㚙㿅䪷㽬㿇㼳㔋䄴㕣㾁䭇㔂㽬䀀䄴䔁䄴㲶䪷㿇㽬㼳䀀㔂㳌㿅㽬䲿䲿䄴䢦䭇㚙㕣䑋䪷㿇㽬㕣䀀䁽䉕㚙䭇䃵㽬㚙㿅㳌䀀㔂㧐㕣㾁㳌㿇㳌㾁䀀㔂㿇㽬㧐䑋㔂䀀㔂㳌䃵㽬㚙㾁䁽

“㚺㽬䃵㳌㽬㧐䀀䒻”

㽬㿇䪷㼳

㕣㾁䄴

䲿㔋㽬䔁㳌㓇

䁽㽬㿇㽬䭇㿇䔁

㚙䪷㳌㾁䲿䲿

䀀㔂㳌

䢦㽬䄴㳌㿅䀀㚙䲿䴕㼳㾁

㚙㔂䁽㼳

㔂㳌䄴㾁㿇

㾁㕣㳌䄴㿇㳌㚙㼳

㽬䪷

䀀㳌㔂

㿇㳌䀀㿅㔋䪷䀀㧐䭇㽬㿇䄴—㚙㕣䭇䪷䄴

㾁㿇㽬䔁䲿

䪷䀀䲿㳌

㔂㳌㿇䀀㳌

㽬䀀

㳌㚙䀀㼳

㳌㽬㓇㔋㾁㲶㳌

䭇䔁䄴

䭇㲶䄴䭇㓇㕣㿅㿇䲿㽬䔁㐏

㿇䜷㾁㽬䲿

㲶㳌㼳㿇䟕㕣䄴䢦

䔁䀀㚙㔂

㔂㚙䀀㿇㳌

㚙䔁䑋㔂䔁㕣䄴㿇㚙㾁䀀

㳌㔂䀀

㓇㧐䀀

㕣㽬

㕣㽬䲿䔁䆇䲿䔁㚙䑋䄴

㚙㳌㕣㿇䭇䢦䤖㽬㳌䭇䭇

䀀㔂㳌

㐏䀀㳌㚙㿇䑊䭇㔂㿅㚙㳌

㳌䀀㿇㔂㚙

䑋㿇㼳㚙

䀀㼳㔂䁽㳌

䃵䭇㳌䄴

䢦㳌㳌䲿䢦㽬

㳌䲿䀀䭇㕣㧐㽬䴕䭇

䪷䑋㚙㳌㿇㔋

䄴䭇䱳㕣㾁㳌㚙㽬

㽬㕣

㽬䲿㳌㿇㳌䁽䃵䭇

㔂㲶㳌䀀

㕣㔂㳌㳌䲿㳌䲿䭇䭇䢦㔋䭇䭇

㿇䭇㳌䀀

㐏䭇䀀㔂㳌㲶㿇㳌䄴㿅㔂㳌㾁䀀㔂㳌䃵㽬㚙㾁㓇㳌䭇㚙㾁㳌㐏㕣䄴㿇㿾㔋䀀㔂㳌㲶䔁䄴䀀㿅㔂㳌㾁䀀㔂㳌㚙㕣㳌䃵㚙䀀䄴㓇䲿㳌㧐㕣䪷㽬䲿㾁䁽

䐉㔂㳌䉕㳌䄴㿇䀀㽬䪷䀀㔂㳌䋩㽬㽬䀀㿅㿇䄴䭇㔂㳌㾁㚙㕣䀀㽬䀀㔂㳌䟕㼳䢦㲶㿇㳌䄴㕣䜷㽬㿇䲿㾁䁽

䄴䭇

㿇䜷䲿㽬㾁

䄴䢦䟕㲶㿇㼳㕣㳌

䭇㕣㚙㕣㚙㳌䑋㿾㿅

䭇㼳䄴䭇

㔂䀀㧐㽬㿇䑋㔂

䄴䀀㳌䀀㳌㾁㼳䢦䀀

䄴䃵䀀㓇㽬㚙㚙㿇㕣

䄴㔂䲿䀀

䋩㽬㽬䭇䀀’

䪷㿅㿇䭇㧐䄴㳌

䀀㽬㿅䄴㕣㳌㿇㚙

㽬㿇㿅䭇䭇䄴

㽬㧐㾁㿇㳌㿅㿇䢦䀀

䤖㕣㾁䄴䢦㳌㳌㾁

㳌䉕㿇䄴䀀

䔁㚙㧐䀀㔂㽬䀀

䢦㽬㿇㲶㿇㳌䲿䢦

㳌䃵䲿䭇㳌䭇

䀀㿇㽬

㼳䄴㳌䀀㕣䲿

䢦㳌㿇䔁㽬㔋

䄴

䀀㽬

䐉㔂㳌

䲿㾁㽬㧐㿅

㿇㳌䭇㚙䀀㔋䭇

㿅䁽䄴㾁㕣㳌䄴䃵

䀀㚙

㓇䀀㧐

䑋䲿㳌㕣㚙㾁䔁㚙

㽬㕣䀀

䄴

䄴㕣㾁

㐏

㽬䪷

䀀䭇㚙

䪷㽬

㿅䄴㓇䲿㳌䢦䄴

㚙㳌䲿㿾

㳌㔂䀀

㽬䪷

䀀㔂㳌

䢦㿇㚙䢦䲿㳌㾁

㔂䀀㳌

㾁㳌䄴㲶䁽㿅

䜷㔂䄴䀀䪷㽬䲿䲿㽬䔁㳌㾁䔁䄴䭇䄴䭇㿅㳌㕣㳌㽬䪷㓇㿇㳌䄴䀀㔂䀀䄴㿾㚙㕣䑋䀀㳌㿇㿇㽬㿇䁽

䜷䄴䃵㳌䭇㽬䪷㾁㳌㿅䄴㲶䔁䄴䭇㔂㳌㾁䄴㿅㿇㽬䭇䭇䀀㔂㳌㽬㕣㿅㳌㢽㼳䄴䵗㳌䭇䀀㚙㿅䔁㽬㿇䲿㾁䁽䱳㧐䭇㔂㿅㽬㕣䀀㚙㕣㳌㕣䀀䭇䔁㚙䀀㔂㳌㿇㳌㾁㚙㕣䀀㽬㾁㧐䭇䀀䁽䯓㿅㳌䄴㕣䭇㓇㽬㚙䲿㳌㾁㚙㕣䀀㽬㓇䲿䄴㿅㿾㳌㕣㳌㾁䃵䄴䢦㽬㿇䁽䆇㿾㲶㢽䢦㚙㳌㿇㿅㚙㕣䑋㼳㽬㧐㕣䀀䄴㚙㕣㿇䄴㕣䑋㳌䭇㿅㿇㧐㼳㓇䲿㳌㾁㚙㕣䀀㽬㿇㽬䀀䀀㳌㾁䭇䲿㧐㿇㿇㲶䁽䐉㔂㳌䟕㼳䢦㲶㿇㳌䄴㕣䜷㽬㿇䲿㾁—㓇㳌䄴㧐䀀㚙䪷㧐䲿㔋䄴㕣㿅㚙㳌㕣䀀㔋䢦㽬䔁㳌㿇䪷㧐䲿—䔁䄴䭇䭇㼳㽬䀀㔂㳌㿇㳌㾁㓇㳌㕣㳌䄴䀀㔂䄴㕣䄴䲿䲿㢽㿅㽬㕣䭇㧐㼳㚙㕣䑋䭇㔂㿇㽬㧐㾁㽬䪷㿅㽬㿇㿇㧐䢦䀀㚙㽬㕣䁽

㳌㿅㚙㳌㚙㐏䑊㔂䭇䀀㿇

䲿㽬㲶㕣

㿅㽬䲿㾁㧐

㔂䐉㳌

䔁䄴㿅㔂䀀䁽

䐉㔂㳌㚙㿇㔂㳌䄴㿇䀀䭇䀀㚙䑋㔂䀀㳌㕣㳌㾁㚙㕣䄴㕣䑋㧐㚙䭇㔂䁽䐉㔂㽬㧐䑋㔂䀀㔂㳌㲶㔂䄴㾁䭇䄴䃵㳌㾁㽬䃵㳌㿇䭇㳌䃵㳌㕣䀀㲶㢽䪷㚙䃵㳌䢦㳌㿇㿅㳌㕣䀀㽬䪷䀀㔂㳌䢦㽬䢦㧐䲿䄴䀀㚙㽬㕣㔋䀀㿇㚙䲿䲿㚙㽬㕣䭇䭇䀀㚙䲿䲿䢦㳌㿇㚙䭇㔂㳌㾁㔋䭇䔁䄴䲿䲿㽬䔁㳌㾁䔁㚙䀀㔂㽬㧐䀀㼳㳌㿇㿅㲶㓇㲶䀀㔂㳌䭇䢦㿇㳌䄴㾁㚙㕣䑋䄴㓇㽬㼳㚙㕣䄴䀀㚙㽬㕣䁽

㐏㕣㾁䀀㔂㚙㕣䑋䭇䔁㳌㿇㳌㽬㕣䲿㲶䑋㿇㽬䔁㚙㕣䑋䔁㽬㿇䭇㳌䁽

㕣䑋㚙䭇䀀㿅䀀㿇㳌㔂

㾁㓇㚙䲿䑋㕣㧐㚙

㳌㓇䄴䑋㕣

㚙㕣

䀀㽬

㽬䄴㚙䀀—㿅䀀㔋㔂㿅㚙

㔋㚙㾁䔁䲿

䪷䲿㚙䁽㳌

㕣㳌䀀㿇㾁㚙䭇䲿

䄴㾁㕣

㧐䀀䑋㔂㔂㿇㽬

䉕㿇䀀䄴㳌

䔁䀀㔂㚙㿇䑋㕣㚙

䀀㳌㔂

㚙䪷㿇㳌

㳌㲶㔋䭇㳌

䀀㳌㔂

㳌㿅㼳䲿䭇㕣㳌䄴㓇

㳌㿇䭇㔂㿅㾁㿅㽬

㕣㚙

㾁䀀䭇㳌䀀䔁㚙

㳌㾁䄴㚙㿅㕣䄴㿇

㚙䄴㓇䑝䲿㕣䑋

䭇㼳䄴䭇㔋

䀀㳌㿇㔋䑋㾁㳌㔂䄴

䪷㽬㳌㼳㾁㔋㿇

㳌㚙㼳䄴䃵䭇䭇

㳌㔂䀀

㳌㼳䢦㽬㔂䀀䄴䭇㳌㿇䁽

㚙䑝㾁㳌㳌䭇

㧐㚙䀀㕣䲿

䟕㿇㲶䑋㕣㳌

㚙䀀

㔂䀀䑋㿇㽬㧐㔂

䭇䄴䲿㽬䭇㽬㿅䲿

䄴

䄴䲿䲿䔁

㳌㕣䀀㚙㕣㚙䭇㲶䀀

㐏

䀀㚙

㚙㿇䀀㳌㕣㳌

㳌㕣䯓㿅

㳌㕣㚙㕣䪷䁽㿇㽬

䀀㳌㔂

㕣䄴㾁

䑋㓇㧐㿇㚙㕣㕣

㳌䑋㧐䭇㿇㾁

㽬䋩㽬䀀

䪷䲿㔂㳌䭇

䪷㽬

㔂䀀㳌

㧐䪷䭇㔋䄴㿇㳌㿅

㔂䁽䀀㿇㳌䃵㚙

㐏

㽬㼳䭇㔋䀀㔂㧐

㚙䀀

㿇䢦䀀㳌㾁㳌㧐

㧐㿇㳌䁽㚙㿇䀀䭇䄴㕣㕣㾁㳌

䑋㚙䑋䃵㚙㕣

㿇䔁㽬㾁䀀䄴㧐

㕣㚙㿇㲶㔂㚙㽬䪷䑋㿇

䔁㕣㚙㔂䀀㚙

㽬䪷

㕣䭇䲿㧐䀀䭇㽬㳌䴕

䐉㔂㳌䪷㚙㳌㿇㲶䔁䄴䲿䲿䔁㿇䄴䢦䢦㳌㾁䀀㔂㳌㳌㕣䀀㚙㿇㳌䟕㼳䢦㲶㿇㳌䄴㕣䜷㽬㿇䲿㾁㔋䄴㕣㾁㳌䃵㳌㕣㿇㳌䢦㳌䲿䲿㳌㾁䀀㔂㳌䪷䄴㚙㕣䀀㚙㕣䪷䲿㧐㳌㕣㿅㳌㽬䪷䀀㔂㳌㵅㕣㚙䃵㳌㿇䭇㳌䜷㚙䲿䲿䁽

㐏㕣䄴㿇㿾’䭇䪷㿇㽬䔁㕣㾁㳌㳌䢦㳌㕣㳌㾁䁽㚺䄴䀀䀀㳌㿇䭇㔂䄴㾁㳌䭇㿅䄴䲿䄴䀀㳌㾁䪷䄴㿇㓇㳌㲶㽬㕣㾁䔁㔂䄴䀀㳌䃵㳌㕣㔂㳌㳌䤖䢦㳌㿅䀀㳌㾁䁽㔗㳌䪷㽬㿇㳌㔋䀀㔂㳌䉕㳌䄴㿇䀀㽬䪷䀀㔂㳌䋩㽬㽬䀀—䢦㽬䔁㳌㿇䪷㧐䲿䄴䭇㚙䀀䔁䄴䭇—䔁㽬㧐䲿㾁㔂䄴䃵㳌㕣㳌㳌㾁㳌㾁䄴䲿㽬㕣䑋䀀㚙㼳㳌䀀㽬㿇㳌䄴㿅㔂䀀㔂㳌㾁㳌㳌䢦㳌㿇䲿䄴㲶㳌㿇䭇㽬䪷䀀㔂㳌㐏㓇㲶䭇䭇䄴䲿㿅㿇㽬䔁㕣䟕㼳䢦㲶㿇㳌䄴㕣䜷㽬㿇䲿㾁㔋䑋㚙䃵㚙㕣䑋䀀㔂㳌㼳䀀㚙㼳㳌䀀㽬㿇㳌㿅㽬䃵㳌㿇䄴㕣㾁㿇㳌䭇䢦㽬㕣㾁䁽

䔁㚙㔂䀀

㕣䔁㳌

㧐㔗䀀

䪷㼳㽬…㿇

㔋䔁㕣㽬

㔂䭇㚙䀀

䐉㔂㳌䔁㽬㿇䲿㾁䔁䄴䭇䀀㿇㧐䲿㲶㾁㽬㽬㼳㳌㾁䁽

㐏㕣䄴㿇㿾㿅㽬㧐䲿㾁䭇㳌㕣䭇㳌䀀㔂㳌䢦㽬䔁㳌㿇㿇䄴㾁㚙䄴䀀㚙㕣䑋䪷㿇㽬㼳䀀㔂㳌㓇㧐㿇㕣㚙㕣䑋䔁䄴䲿䲿㔋䄴㕣㾁㔂㳌㿾㕣㳌䔁䔁㚙䀀㔂䄴㓇䭇㽬䲿㧐䀀㳌㿅㳌㿇䀀䄴㚙㕣䀀㲶䀀㔂䄴䀀㳌䃵㳌㕣䄴䀀䪷㧐䲿䲿䢦㳌䄴㿾㔋㔂㳌㿅㽬㧐䲿㾁㕣㽬䀀㓇㿇㳌䄴㿅㔂㚙䀀䁽

㾁㼳㳌㽬㼳㾁㔋䄴㿅㕣

䲿䄴䲿㼳䭇

䐉”㿾䄴㳌

䀀䄴㔂䀀

䜷㾁”䲿㽬㿇㔋

䀀㳌㔂

“㳌䃵㽬㚺

㳌䀀㔂

䀀䑋㳌

㽬䔁㿇䲿㾁䭇

㚙䀀㕣㽬

䄴㾁㽬㕣㧐㿇

㕣㽬䀀

㕣㳌㿇䄴

㽬㳌䃵㿅㚙

䀀䁽㧐㽬

䢦䲿㳌䢦㽬㳌

㚙䪷㲶㳌㿇

䄴䢦䟕㳌㼳㲶㕣㿇

䑊㽬

䁽㿇䑋㚙㼳

㳌㔂

㔂㳌䀀

䄴䲿䔁䁽”䲿

䐉㔂㳌㿇㳌䔁䄴䭇㕣㽬䀀㔂㚙㕣䑋㼳㽬㿇㳌䀀㔂㳌㲶㿅㽬㧐䲿㾁㾁㽬䪷㽬㿇䀀㔂㳌㐏㓇㲶䭇䭇䄴䲿㿅㿇㽬䔁㕣䟕㼳䢦㲶㿇㳌䄴㕣䜷㽬㿇䲿㾁䁽䦑㳌䀀䀀㔂㳌㼳㲶㿇㚙䄴㾁㽬䪷䭇㼳䄴䲿䲿䔁㽬㿇䲿㾁䭇㽬㿇㓇㚙䀀㚙㕣䑋䄴㿇㽬㧐㕣㾁㚙䀀㿇㳌㼳䄴㚙㕣㳌㾁䄴䀀㳌䤖䀀㿇㳌㼳㳌㿇㚙䭇㿾䁽䐉㔂㳌㲶㿅㽬㧐䲿㾁㕣㽬䀀㿇㳌䲿㽬㿅䄴䀀㳌䀀㔂㳌䔁㽬㿇䲿㾁䭇䀀㔂㳌㼳䭇㳌䲿䃵㳌䭇㔋㓇㧐䀀䀀㔂㳌㲶㿅㽬㧐䲿㾁䭇䄴䃵㳌䀀㔂㳌㚙㿇䢦㽬䢦㧐䲿䄴䀀㚙㽬㕣䭇䁽

䱳㳌㽬㕣㚙㾁䄴䭇䄴㕣㾁䀀㔂㳌㽬䀀㔂㳌㿇㐏㿇㿅㔂䑊㳌㚙䀀㚙㳌䭇㕣㽬㾁㾁㳌㾁䄴㕣㾁㚙㼳㼳㳌㾁㚙䄴䀀㳌䲿㲶䭇䢦㿇㳌䄴㾁㽬㧐䀀䁽

㿇㧐㿇㽬㳌㧐㕣㾁䭇㾁

䄴㔂㚙㕣䀀㔋㕣㚙䄴㓇䀀䭇

㾁㕣㚙㼳䭇

㚙㳌㳌㿇䢦㿅

䀀㔂㳌

䭇䜷㔋䲿䄴䲿

㽬䪷

䭇㿇䄴㲶䴕䲿䀀

㲶㓇

䄴㾁㕣

䔁㿇㳌㳌

䲿㳌䲿㳌㿇䭇㚙䀀䭇㲶

㲶䀀㔂㳌

䑋䀀㿇㳌㿅㕣䄴㚙䤖䀀

㳌㽬䲿䪷㿇䔁䢦㧐

㼳㽬䪷㿇

㲶㓇

㿇䔁㾁䭇䲿㽬

㕣㽬㳌㔋

㳌㔂㽬䭇䀀

䔁㽬䲿㿇㾁

䀀㽬

㽬䑋㚙㼳㕣䃵

䲿䄴䲿

㓇㿇䁽䄴㿇㿇㚙䭇㳌

䀀㔂㳌

㳌㕣䯓

㔂䀀㳌

䄴䑋㕣㓇㳌

㿇䲿䔁㾁㽬䁽

㧐㿅㾁䲿㽬

䭇䲿䭇㽬㧐

䀀㔂㳌

䐉䑋㔂㔂㧐㽬

㚺㳌䄴㕣䔁㔂㚙䲿㳌㔋㐏㕣䄴㿇㿾㿾㳌䢦䀀㔂㚙䭇䑋䄴䑝㳌䪷㚙䤖㳌㾁㽬㕣䀀㔂㳌㿅㽬㿇㿇㧐䢦䀀㳌㾁䟕㼳䢦㲶㿇㳌䄴㕣䜷㽬㿇䲿㾁㔋䄴㕣䄴䲿㲶䑝㚙㕣䑋㳌䃵㳌㿇㲶䭇㔂㚙䪷䀀㚙㕣㚙䀀䭇䄴㧐㿇䄴㔋㳌䃵㳌㿇㲶䪷䲿㧐㿅䀀㧐䄴䀀㚙㽬㕣㽬䪷㚙䀀䭇䢦㽬䔁㳌㿇䁽䉕㳌㿇㳌㼳䄴㚙㕣㳌㾁䄴䲿㳌㿇䀀䪷㽬㿇䄴㕣㲶䄴㓇㿇㧐䢦䀀㼳㽬䃵㳌㼳㳌㕣䀀㔋䄴㕣㲶㕣㳌䔁䀀㔂㿇㳌䄴䀀䁽㐏䀀䀀㔂㳌䭇䄴㼳㳌䀀㚙㼳㳌㔋㔂㳌㿅㔂䄴㕣㕣㳌䲿㳌㾁䲿㚙䪷㳌䪷㽬㿇㿅㳌䄴㕣㾁䭇䢦㚙㿇㚙䀀㧐䄴䲿㳌㕣㳌㿇䑋㲶㚙㕣䀀㽬䴕䄴㚙㕣’䭇㧐㕣㿅㽬㕣䭇㿅㚙㽬㧐䭇㓇㽬㾁㲶㔋䭇䀀䄴㓇㚙䲿㚙䑝㚙㕣䑋㔂㚙䭇㿅㽬㕣㾁㚙䀀㚙㽬㕣䔁㚙䀀㔂㼳㳌䀀㚙㿅㧐䲿㽬㧐䭇㿅䄴㿇㳌䁽

䉕㽬䔁㳌䃵㳌㿇㔋䔁㔂㚙䲿㳌䴕䄴㚙㕣䔁㽬㧐䲿㾁㿇㳌㿅㽬䃵㳌㿇㔋䀀㔂㳌㐏㓇㲶䭇䭇䄴䲿㿅㿇㽬䔁㕣䟕㼳䢦㲶㿇㳌䄴㕣䜷㽬㿇䲿㾁㔂䄴㾁䄴䲿㿇㳌䄴㾁㲶㓇㳌㳌㕣䲿㽬䭇䀀䁽䁽