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... > Whee-a-a-a-aek!
Black death flies from the tip of the Archduke’s bow.
Hundreds of undead disappeared in one blow and the mountains beyond were cut down. In the distance the undead nest of the Abyss collapsed.
overwhelming majesty.
Every time her bow is pulled countless dead are blown away as powder. She alone was overwhelming the army.
[Come Haite.]
As she beckoned Haight the manager of the 2nd Legion appeared. Her headless knight rode her on her ...
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