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... the tearing pain in his muscle making his expression increasingly fierce.
"Saint Dupinax!"
"Watch out!"
Horn's vision blurred as someone dragged him to the roadside, and when he turned back, it was surprisingly the old man from before.
Less than a yard away from him, more than twenty knights charged with battle cries, like a heavy truck crashing into the first row of gun formations.
It was like a gale blowing through willow catkins, about four or five hol ...
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