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Chapter 272: No Magic or Skills Allowed
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... e sound tore through the cathedral, a discordant choir of mouths echoing its rage from every wall and corner.
"Wretched heretics!" it howled, voices overlapping in chaotic reverberation. "You grovel beneath foolish, pitiful gods! They do not hear you! They will not save you! You are insects crawling toward an empty altar!"
It reeled back, several mouths frothing with black ichor as it raised its arms. From a gaping maw near its chest, a glistening black chalice was vomited forth. ...
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