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Chapter 120 - Dungeon - XXVIII
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... magical bombardment inside a living mountain, surrounded by pulsing eggs, invisible snakes, and a wingless flying serpent that shoots homing lasers?
That there's no time to think.
No time to be afraid.
No time to crap your pants with dignity.
Every thought is replaced by reflex.
Every attempt to reason is cut off by a purple explosion flashing across your vision. Every two seconds, a new serpent appears out of nowhere and for some damned reason, they alwa ...
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