why dragons are ugly like yaksha

Laurie 2022-03-23 09:02:03

Although there are many complaints, there are still some things worth mentioning in this film. First of all, as far as the two opposing races, the dragons and the demons, are concerned, the devil dies and burrows down into hell, and the dragon dies with a light rising to the clouds. This setting is not bad.
When the dragons are free, they squat in the church to decorate, which is also very interesting.
Then why is the dragon family so ugly, at first I thought it was the helper of the devil. I think that as two races that look alike, Frank's complaints are good. There is no difference between you two. These two are so ugly, but they can be transformed into human appearances. In the end, they want to express. have soul.
In the film, a symbol similar to [Feng] is used instead of the cross, for fear of offending people.
There are archangels in charge of the dragon clan. After all, they are a group of angels' thugs. If you can't get in touch with the Archangel, it doesn't matter.
The special effects are okay, the plot is simple, not rigorous.
The Resident Evil clone production base copied from the corpse factory.

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  • Jackson 2021-12-17 08:01:11

    Hello, I am Wallace of Diarrhea, this is my work. ^It's a sloppy plot. If Frankenstein has Tintin, then the zombie mountain can also have sex and shame the nun. I forgot how the big boss died. CG is also average. The girl has no meat to watch mdzz

  • Felipe 2021-12-17 08:01:11

    I want to learn the legend of the night, it’s still too tender

I, Frankenstein quotes

  • [last lines]

    Adam: We all didn't ask for the lives we were given. But each of us has the right to defend that life. I have fought to defend mine. And when the forces of darkness return, you shall know that I am out there, fighting to defend yours. I, descender of the demon hordes. I, my father's son. I, Frankenstein.

  • [first lines]

    Adam: I was cast into being in winter of 1795, a living corpse without a soul, stitched, jolted, bludgeoned back to life by a madman. Horrified by his creation, he tried to destroy me, but I survived.