Chapter 137 - Dekan and Friends' Pleasant Evening
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There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made! Chapter 137 - Dekan and Friends' Pleasant Evening

Faced with a group of tier 8 summons, Isabel didn't hesitate and immediately turned to run. Dekan had "allowed" her to prioritize protecting Dekan's property; the cards temporarily lent to her by Dekan were also considered part of that property. However, the summons that scared off Isabel didn't last long. Right after Evans mounted the flying dragon and soared into the sky, he released the summoning status of the other creatures, bringing them all back to him.

On the ground, Isabel seemed to have no intention of pursuing. Her job was already done. She had successfully held Evans back for a while and reported Evans's exact location to the headquarters.

As soon as Evans returned to the sky, he wasn’t able to even stand firmly and half-knelt on the back of the flying dragon. Now, not only was his mana exhausted, but due to overusing mana, his body suffered indescribable damage, and even his life felt precarious.

Nevertheless, the heavily gasping Evans thought to himself, "Finally escaped."

However, just when he thought he could breathe a sigh of relief…

For some reason, he felt that the sky seemed to darken again. Even the last faint starlight and moonlight were instantly blocked. In the clouds, a magic airship gradually descended, breaking through the mist and revealing its form.

Evans stared into the sky at the magic airship directly above, his expression becoming horrified.

Although this was a civilian magic airship and theoretically not a significant threat, things began to fall like dumplings from the airship!

The falling objects danced with the wind, covering an increasingly wider area. It was as if they were casting an unavoidable fishing net.

Evans finally saw what these falling objects were.

"La-La-La-La-La vida sola vi-vivirás!"

Accompanied by a bizarre melody, the countless dolls, falling freely, sang the strange tune in unison, resembling a choir.

Watching the dolls that covered him like an inescapable net, Evans felt his head was about to explode. They were undoubtedly the last thing Evans wan

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