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... ral slaughter, with the monsters that roamed the wilderness in the dark night as its victims. The team that had been selected as their target had effortlessly turned them into ingredients roasting on a campfire.
"A bunch of blind toys, not even realizing who we are? Daring to attack us!"
Next to the fragrant campfire, an armored beefy man scoffed disdainfully. However, in stark contrast to the arrogance on his face, he carried a faint scent of medicine—he was a wounded man.
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