Law of the Devil

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(Today's update… Long chapter! more than the usual two chapters ~ ~)

Chapter 425 [Holy Order?

Thousands of meters above the snow mountains, at such heights, Dewey had already felt the weight of his body. After all, he doesn't have the kind of capital of the Holy Strong, and on such a high altitude, he's extremely hypoxic, and he can't breathe.

However, there is probably no so-called "plateau reaction” in the world.

There is only one straight path to the sky - it is not too much to say. Just because of this step road in front of you, straight ahead, no more spinning, almost as steep as ninety degrees, step up, you can see people dizzy.

I saw Dewey's energy, and the red water broke out of her arms and grabbed a white bead-like object and handed it to Dewey. "Put it in your mouth, under your tongue, don't swallow it.” Then I touched one and passed it to Jojo.

Dewey took it, didn't hesitate a bit, put it in his mouth immediately, under his tongue. Indeed, it immediately felt a cool air emanating from under the tongue, straight into the brain, a feeling that made people feel relaxed when their whole body paused, that feeling of heavy strenuosity swept away. I took a deep breath and found it extremely smooth.

“This is something dedicated to the Great Snow Mountains. After all, there are more than 200 wizards all year round on Snow Mountain, and not everyone has the power of the Holy Order. ”

Saying, the red water broke and he glanced again at the snow.

Snowfall's face was gloomy and Elf King promised to put it into practice. Though he possessed the ability to rise above the sacred steps and his physical injuries could be restored at any time, he deliberately kept the slight scratch on his face. He was seen looking cold at this moment, with his hands behind his back, silent, walking in the front, all the way up.

Snowfall was not a fool, he did not rush directly to the top of the mountain after being wounded, but slowed up one step at a time - after breaking the battle with Red Water, the Elf King was not intact, and he needed a little time to recover himself.

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The steps at the bottom are carved with ice… In fact, on such a high snowy mountain, it's hard to find a rock - extremely cold, freezing everything into ice, where these ice blocks are much harder than rocks. Walking on a crystal clear ice scale, Dewey Moore looked away...

The ice scale has 3650 floors.

That's just the numbers now. It is said that decades ago, when the last Witch King, Gulanchou, was in power, the steps were only 3640 floors - because Gulanchou was the 364 Witch King on Snow Mountain.

According to the tradition of Snow Mountain, every time a new Witch King succeeds, the steps have to be extended 10 more steps down the hill.

Of course, it's not boring to say that to Dewey. Dewey knew about these things a long time ago, from his little girl, Eloo, the Snow Mountain disciple.

At this moment, he came all the way up and deliberately said the same thing.

“If, in this way, we assume that the snow mountain can continue to be passed down, then even if the snow mountain is even higher… eventually, one day, a little bit of expansion of this step will always lead directly to the ground below the mountain. At that time, how can you add more steps? Are you digging down? ”

After listening to Dewey's introduction, Jojo couldn't help but ask.

Dewey didn't know the answer to the question, so he remained silent and deliberately glanced at the red water.

The color of the red water cross section changed slightly, then turned back as if nothing had happened, looked at Jojo and said lightly: “If one day, the steps reach the ground… that is the moment of the re-entry of the Snow Mountains - this is also the iron rule left by the Snow Mountain ancestors. ”

Duvi silently.

And for some reason, he suddenly remembered something that didn't seem to have much to do with Snow Mountain.

In the beginning, on the mountain of the Dragon Nation, he saw the canyon in the mountain of God, and heard the Dragon Nation introduce the body and head of the murdered sinner to be used exclusively for discarding... Moreover, the Dragon Nation has a strange rule: when the abyss is filled with the bodies of the sinner, then the Dragon Nation can unload its own guardian of the portal of the human world and regain its freedom!

There always seemed to be some weird and weird rules in these ancient places.

3650 steps down the road to the top of the snowbee.

And by half the way, on either side of the steps, there was already a place to surprise Dewey.

“Here is the Great Snow Mountain. ”

Above the mountain peak, a strange building was pioneered on both sides, all made of ice, whether houses or platforms… Dewey even saw a few people in thin robes on the left.

On the left side of the steps, there is an exit, where there is a platform of about 100 meters, and even a “ice building” that is three stories high. A few people in a wizard's robe sat on that platform, knees on the cold ground, some drooling, some lying on the ground, writing a stroke on the ice with their fingers, more people holding their heads for a moment, suddenly jumped up, then reached out and grabbed, and the sky illusioned an ice sword, and then stabbed it a few times —— Dewey seemed to know that those few times used were brilliant martial arts —— unfortunately, that man just stabbed a few times later, but then his face was full of anguish, he lost the ice sword again, and sat on the ground holding his head and thought, there seemed to be something wrong.

A few more people, far away on the edge of the platform, faced the abyss below, stared stubbornly at the distance, unresponsive.

And even stranger, these people obviously saw Dewey and the others coming up, but they didn't seem to react, and nobody came over to ask, leaving Dewey and the others up the stairs.

Even if someone occasionally looks at me, they just look at me indifferently and then retract their gaze and continue to do their thing.

“On the snow mountain, can you just go in and out?” Dewey couldn't bear to ask: “We just got up here, and the people here don't care? ”

“This is Snow Mountain.” The answer is calm: “People here, they live in this kind of shithole all the time. Even the angular ones, their sexuality has been flattened by these bitter, cold years. People here... from the outside to the inside, already cold to the bones! Even their blood, I'm afraid, is already cold. ”

Red water looked at the person who was doing his thing on the platform and suddenly smiled lightly: “The people here are a bit better. After all, this is one of the three rooms of Snow Mountain. The wizard here can qualify for walking down the mountain as long as it is fixed to the standard. So they all work so hard to become qualified wizards in order to get out of this angry, cold place one day early. You don't have to worry about anybody here, and nobody else will care about you. Even a year down, you won't have a chance to say a word or two. ”

Dewey's heart sank and he couldn't help sighing at those who sat dead on the ice.

“It's nothing here, just wait till you see the 'scripture room' and the 'assembly room’ and you'll know what real ‘apathy' means!” Red water broke a calm face: “I grew up in a place like this since I was a few years old. At that time, I had to repair it for a year alone, but only to say a few words to White River and Blue Haiyue. Even when I left, it was difficult for me to call out the names of some people. Here you will know what it means to be truly ‘lonely’! ”

Sure enough, after walking up more than 200 more floors, you can see on the right side of the mountain, a bigger platform appears than just now, and this time, there is no one on that platform! Between the platforms behind the mountains, there is a dense and numb cave, like a hive.

Standing on the steps, you can hear the caves invisibly, some with slight explosions, some with different colors of light.

“In the scriptures, the people here are real lunatics. Their only role in survival is to study the ancient things left behind by the Great Snow Mountains... witchcraft, martial arts, and some other things... The people here are real monsters, and unless it is the order of the Witch King, it is best not to disturb them... Of course, nobody will disturb them in this place. Even legend has it that people here, often for years, never step out of a cave… the only chance to see them is the ratio under the snowy mountain gate every decade. ”

There is some darkness in Dewey's heart: Unexpectedly, on this big snow mountain, this kind of apathy reaches the bloodstream?!

And then up, this time when we saw the third platform, Dewey knew that this was probably the highest level of the three rooms on Snow Mountain.

This is said to be a place dedicated to the cultivation and training of young Snow Mountain disciples. Every year, witches walking under the mountains in the midst of the world pick up some exceptionally qualified young children to take to the mountains to be cultivated as heirs to the Great Snow Mountains. The "mix room" is the place where these great snowy mountain descendants are cultivated.

But looking at this huge platform, it's empty, not a single person. Dewey was surprised and suddenly struck by a slight crack in the sky above.

Looking up, you can see a young boy, about ten years old, standing there naked on the mountain above this platform, between a bunch of ice columns.

Not yet well developed, thin upper body bare in the cold wind of the snowy mountains, the original sweat on the body has condensed into a grain of ice beads. The teenager looked as cold as an ice sculpture, holding an elongated ice column in his hand, facing the air and repeatedly doing a "prick” movement for a moment.

Every time he stabbed him, the ice-cold was sending a loud, empty sound.

The teenager repeated this tedious motion for a moment without any slack. Dewey noticed the weakness of the teenager, who seemed to have reached the limit of his physical strength and was already a little weak in the arm.

Finally, a thump, the child's feet were soft, he sat down on the ground, and the chiller tinkle in his hand fell on the ground, and then his bones rolled beneath Dewey and others.

Dewey bent down and picked up the ice column, but suddenly found that the middle of the ice column was emptied and filled with a few small air holes. No wonder... the child drives a broken wind every time he stabs.

Dewey walked up two steps and handed the ice-cold to the child. And the teenager, just taking it silently, didn't say a word, didn't even look at Dewey, took the ice-cold, turned around, and continued to do that simple, boring "prick” move.

“This is the disciple of the future Snow Mountain trained in the" Club Room "!” The red water broke silently and had gone behind Dewey, and he looked at the teenager, and the sound of the red water broke had to be accompanied by a strange emotion: “When I was his age, so was I. I stand in this freezing snow every day practicing these repeated punches 3,500 times a day! Until one day, it won't be eligible until you stab it with all your strength and without any broken voices. ”

Dewey rocked!

He looked at the thin and thin boy, at the childish but full of numbness and ruthlessness...

Above the snow mountains, no wonder there are such mighty men as Gulanchou, White River sadness, red water broken, Blue Haiyue! Just because people here are trained like this inhuman!!

“Little Dewey, do you understand?” The sound of the red water breaking gently rang: “Mount Snow Mountain, it's like a cage, a cage in the ice! The people who live here, they have no feelings —— even if they were, they'd be in the freezing cold for years, slowly cooling down, eventually like the people you see! But everyone is working hard, just because, beneath this cold appearance, everyone knows that only hard work will give them a chance to become true wizards, a chance to walk down the snow mountain and into that warm world!! There's a chance to get out of this cold cage!! Some people will succeed. After they become wizards, they will have the option to enter the world and gain the opportunity to walk down the mountain! Some will fail, die in the process of cultivation… while others will gradually be assimilated into an ice man without any warmth! Slowly freeze your feelings and blood, eventually become a madman… like those in the scriptures, you are accustomed to this boring life, accustomed to staying here for many years, and finally choose to stay here and continue this life…"

Finally, the red water broke to Dewey's low voice: “You know what? Ever since I got here... I haven't laughed since I was 10, and I haven't seen anyone laugh! ”

“If it is such a place… then why does it exist? ”

It was not Dewey or Jojo who asked the question, but the Elf King who had not spoken since the journey.

The snow gently wiped away the blood from the wounds on his cheek and looked at the red water breaking: “Is this man on the snow mountain the only reason he was born is to experience this ordeal? ”

Red water reacts strangely to snowfall. Although the two men had just fought in a dramatic battle, the red water broke and the snow fell.

“I don't know.” The answer to the red water break is simple: “No one has ever told us. ”

He said another word later, but said to Dewey: "Even our teacher, Gulanhew, never explained it! I asked him once...”

“Oh, what did he say? ”

“The teacher said: The Great Snow Mountain has existed before and will remain forever... unless the world is destroyed! ”

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3650 steps are finally over.

This is already the top of Snow Mountain, and what surprises Dewey is that when he takes the last step, suddenly, the heavens and the earth are silent!

On top of this peak, there will be constant winds all year round. But after crossing this last step, all the movement around calmed down.

Looking up, there was a silence in the sky, but in that dense cloud, as if there were such a gap, the sun fell directly on top of it.

In front of it is a huge platform, stepping on top of it, feeling stiff, and looking down, you can only see the ground beneath your feet, and the ice flashes bright, smooth and even reflective.

On a large platform, the sun shines on the ice, illuminating seven colors of light, like a rainbow. This big plane, it's like a square.

“The Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big” The red water is pointing straight ahead, and you can see right in the middle of that square, over a dozen steps, a huge, circular ice rock: “That's where the Witch King is. ”

Dewey looked at the position above... that ice stone, high above, but it looked so cold, I'm afraid even if it sat on it, it wouldn't be comfortable!

Hidden, it seems, after the iceberg, as if there is a small corridor that goes all the way down and doesn't know where it leads.

Red water stared up and suddenly whispered: “Here he comes...”

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Silently, a white figure slowly turned from behind the seat of the Witch King. Once the snow white robe was shining in the sun, as if it were a light, it looked as if it were an angel from afar.

The White River stood quietly there - this was the first time Dewey had seen the White River. Looks like the most powerful man in the world, he doesn't look great, but instead he stops there, his eyes sweep over, and instantly everyone will see it.

Everyone who has been swept by his eyes feels as if they have been seen through all the secrets in their hearts!

Those who are not powerful in the legend have an awe-inspiring aura, or so-called hegemonic aura. The White River's grief stood there, but it gave a sense of tranquillity to the extreme... and he stood there, creating a strange illusion in Dewey's heart:

Once upon a time, now, even in the next millennium, he was here.

For the first time in my life, I actually felt this “eternal” feeling when I defended myself from one person!!

This is not the feeling of “strong” or “weak” anymore, but... the man in front of it seems to be eternal!!

“White River Sorrow! I'm back! ”

The first person to ask was Red Water, and he stared at the man in the distance -- the one who had made him hate all his life. Red water broke all over his body, and a strong breath of war flashed in an instant, a fierce breath that made Duvi and Jojo, standing beside him, somewhat suffocated.

And the White River is sad, standing right here quietly.

The two people knew each other for a long time, and the red water tried to unleash its breath. It was unfortunate how hard he tried. The white river was right in front of his eyes. He didn't move, he didn't talk, he even breathed so clearly.

After a long time, White River was sad... he...

He laughed!!

Without any doubt, Redwater clearly saw that he hated this opponent for the rest of his life, starting from the corner of his mouth, shook a slight smile, then this smile, gradually spread.

In an instant, the red water broke and felt its breath completely suppressed. Originally full of anger, full of war, full of fierce kind of oppression, just in a grin of the White River, easily disintegrated!

“Cut, you're back.” The White River's sad voice fell into the red water's broken ear: “Tell me, is this the man who hurt you? ”

Saying, the White River stretched out a finger, pointing remotely at the snow falling.

Snow falling pointed at each other, I actually felt that all my body seemed to fall into warm water, that warm feeling, let snow fall in the heart but cold!!

This feeling of being covered in each other's breath made him very sad, and he immediately took a deep breath and spoke.

“Are you the one who hurt my face?” The snow shook his wrist, that silver wire, and slipped gently on his wrist, then twisted it like a snake... the snow had slowly gone up, and every step forward, he felt like he was walking in the water, one step at a time, seemed to consume a great deal of heart! And the proud Elf King still said, “I told you, I will come up and kill you! ”

The grieving eyes of the White River fell on the silver filament of the snow wrist, as if he had stared at it for a long time - as if he had only looked at it once.

Everything seemed so strange in front of the White River.

“Your weapon doesn't seem to belong in this world.” The sad words of the White River suddenly changed the face of the snow: “You're an elf, aren't you? ”

Snowfall's face was heavy, he stopped, the silver thread fell in his hand, the snowfall sounded unprecedented solemnly: “Nice! This is my elf clan's sacred weapon! It's a hair the Elf God left in the world! ”

The White River nodded with sadness, not much surprise. Down below, Dewey, when he heard the answer, he suddenly suddenly felt!

Pokémon's hair? So it seems that the crimes of the North have been sheltered and helped by their gods?!

“Pokémon, you're strong.” The White River Sorrow still seems to smile: “I thought I was the only one in the world who could outdo the severed... but now it looks like I found you, the strongest opponent in the world. I'm happy with you... Come on. ”

The phrase "come on" seems to have a slight expectation. Snowflake also restored calm, he knew that in the face of such a strong man, there must be no slight anxiety before he could do it himself!

The exact opposite of what Dewey thought! The snowfall did not strike the imaginary stone. The Elf King in front of him only slowly took a step forward after a slight pause.

Meanwhile, the silver on his wrist, strained in the air, gently dotted towards the white river.

At this point, it seems so gentle, as if it can't penetrate even a piece of paper. But the white river looked sad, and the laughter in his eyes was even stronger.

“Well, you certainly didn't disappoint me. ”

Step!

It was just a step, and in Dewey's view, it was still a long way from the White River, but after this step, the two “seemed” to have stood together!

It seems that the distance between the two of them, in space, suddenly disappeared!!

A sharp whistle came out of the snowy mouth, and the silver thread immediately threw off like a long whip!

There was no sound, but the silver thread was past, even the space was cut off by this fine silver thread! Just heard a chirp, the throne of the Witch King behind the White River mourning, that huge ice stone, has been split in half, and just above the ground, from the snow fall to the foot of the White River mourning, there was a smooth and flat surface of ice, and immediately there was a deep and fine crack! If you look closely, this tiny crevice is deep and you can't even see the bottom!!

In Dewey's eyes, a strange thought suddenly came to mind:

Breakthrough?!

Snowfall strength, has reached the breakthrough?!

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The silver wire fell, cut the space between the two of them, the space fracture, what was in the space, the witch king's throne, including this square, and even the mountain stone behind it, broke silently!

However, the white river standing in this “painting” is sad, but still standing in place with laughter.

Not knowing when, that piece of silver thread was right in front of the White River, it could never fall in half.

One finger of the White River sadness seemed to stretch out so slowly, then on silver silk so slowly, gently...

His every move, every detail, was so clear, so soft, so slow... so slow that even Dewey could see it in such detail!

But the deviant, just after this bounce, saw on the silver wire, immediately a wave appeared! This wave swung back and forth, along the silver wire, a slight oscillating arc, all the way over the snowy wrist! The Elf King's face changed instantly and his mouth snapped and suddenly he backed away!

Shouting, his silver thread threw back and forth, then his people, backed out a few dozen steps, almost to the edge of the step behind him!

On a beautiful face of Elf King, full of purple gas, finally at the edge of the steps, stood steadily, and looked at the white river sad eyes, full of horror!

“No! Impossible!” Mumbling in the snow mouth, he bowed his head for a moment, looked up, looked at the white river sad, the expression on his face was absolute, and walked forward again.

This time, the silver wire in his hand suddenly twisted in the air after a gentle tremor, finally like a knot, finally formed a bow contour!

With every step of snow, the purple light all over him grew stronger. When he walked to step 10, the strong purple light around him made Dewey and Jojo stand on the platform, feeling like they were standing next to a purple sun!!

Finally, the snow stopped, but suddenly grabbed the silver silk “bow” and made a "bow and arrow" position...

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This sound comes from the bow, but it's not a broken sound! A very slight purple light, coming out of the snowfall fingertips, at a strange slow speed, paddling through the air, that slight sound, if nothing, has directly pierced the space!

With this purple trajectory, in space, a slight crack begins to appear, as if it were a picture, with a hole poked in the middle!

Boom, behind the grief of the White River, far away as if a roaring sound had been heard, and his place, the ice behind him, had silently turned into powder, the ice layer on the ground, the steps around it, all beneath the trajectory of the purple light, silently crumbled!

This power does not directly affect them themselves, but destroys the space in which they are located, this "painting" directly!!

The purple light has reached the White River's grief, which is slow, but for people, as long as you are in this space, there is no escape!!

Under such a powerful force, the grin in the corner of the White River's mouth deepened by a third.

He suddenly reached out and removed something from his waist!

His... curved knife!!

Dewey sees this scene and suddenly hearts are pounding!

White River's sad curved knife, are you going out of your sheath?!

No!

In between he gently sheathed the machete, so slowly in front of it.

Silently, the purple light shoots over the sheath of the curved knife, and it is actually split in half by silently! Afterwards, the buzz has split into two halves of purple light, while bursting out towards both sides...

Huge roaring noises were heard in the ears, and people clearly saw that the two purple lights were beneath the white river's grieving sheath, separating left and right, almost following the white river's grieving body towards both sides. Soon, in a blast, even this snowy mountain shivered in secrecy!

Look, in between the mountains, one left and one right, there are two lone peaks, hit by purple light, the whole mountain body suddenly collapses!!!

In that roaring sound, with the collapse of the mountains, the ice slipped and the fog rose, it was long enough as if it had been a century!

Snow had fallen, but he was completely stuck. He stood there and looked at the White River like that. After a long time, he muttered three sons: “Impossible...”

The White River slowly let go of the machete, but with another hand - finally! He held the knife handle of the machete!!

But the smile on his face faded away.

“Unfortunately, it's a shame.” White River's sad tone was filled with a lonely smell, and he looked down at the snow, and the Phantom: “This was the second time I was disappointed... the last time I thought I had finally found an opponent worthy of my knife, but I was disappointed to discover that the opponent had died a thousand years ago. ”

Dewey immediately understood that the White River grief was the last time he confronted the Temple Pope, who used the power of the badge left behind by Aragon to force the White River grief to pull an exceptional knife.

“... this time, I was really surprised when I saw you.” The White River looked at the snow and his tone was calm - calm to the extreme! Heard him slowly: “You can defeat… and you just showed the power of a broken painting - I thought there was finally another opponent worth pulling. Too bad you let me down, elf. ”

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A crisp voice, a soft glow like the moon, slowly flowed out of the white sheath of the river. The blade gradually revealed its true colour from the sheath!

In the sad voice of the White River, there is still endless loneliness and faint sadness: "… Pokémon, your strength, I'm afraid, is the closest thing in the world to my adversary. Unfortunately... from what you've just done, you've barely reached the point where you can break a picture... but you rely only on this silver wire in your hand. So, your true strength, still just staying on the sacred steps, did not break through... unfortunately, my White River grieved for the second time, but still did not find the right opponent... but, to the hair of a god... alas, you are just the sacred order. ”

The voice is not down. Seeing a soft light, flowing silently from the blade of the White River!

This light seems to be like mercury leaking, perforated, like sunshine, but irresistible even though it seems soft!

Snow could only lift his wrist in time, the silver in his hand twisted wildly and flew, but under this soft light, the wrapped silver wire suddenly solidified in the air!

The next moment, I saw the silver wire, suddenly produced a strange oscillation, and finally, under that piece of light, every inch broke into countless cuts!!

When countless truncated silver wires fell on the ground, the snow suddenly felt a hint of hidden pain coming from his wrist. He looked down, a slight red mark on the wrist between them, and the silver wire had long fallen off.

Snowfall only feels one heart, at this moment, and with the breakage of this silver wire, instantly becomes countless pieces! That feeling of powerlessness from head to toe has spread all over the body!

Disconnected... Disconnected?!

He pounced, the snow had fallen on his knees, and he looked quietly at the fragments on the ground, in his eyes, dead gray.

The sacred artifact worshipped by the jinn tribe, the jinn god gave it to the jinn tribe's guardian artifact, under this human's hands, so easily broken?!

White River walked quietly in front of the snow, he walked from the face, the blade pointed to the ground, the snow raised his head, looking up at the man in front of him, just felt under the shadow of each other, that face, seemed hidden in the shadow, so that he could not see the truth in any case!

“Go back, elf.” The White River's sad voice falls clearly into the Elf King's ear: “Now that you have this weapon from the Elf God, I'm sure you can already communicate with the Spirit... then tell your God on my behalf...”

“What... anything? ”

“Tell it.” The White River's sad voice, at this moment, is no longer the tone that humans can have: “Tell it… soon a new name will be added to the spectrum:”

Speaking of which, the Witch King bent over and looked at the Elf King: "The White River is sad! ”

Snowfall's whole body suddenly trembled irrepressibly, and he looked at the white river sad: “Are you... are you...”

“Holy steps?” The White River is grinning, “I'm not anymore. ”

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This classmate, I see your skeleton is very clear. It is a martial arts genius, so I will buy you this Devil's Law. I hope you practice well. In the future, you will be entrusted with the task of maintaining world peace!

The price... just trade your monthly ticket ~ ~

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