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... Minigun whirred to life. The next instant, bullets streaked out as crimson lights, tearing toward the Acromantulas. They punched clean through the hulking bodies, splintering nearby trees in their wake. Empty casings rained onto the forest floor with a metallic clatter.
A wicked grin spread across Erwin’s face. This was a man’s weapon—pure artistry. Dozens of Acromantulas crumpled, charred holes smoking in their chitinous hides. Their shrieks filled the air, a chorus of agony that only ...
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