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... everywhere. Fresh blood dyed the earth red, and the rich smell of blood turned this place into a living hell.
But in reality, the real climax of the battle had yet to arrive. Both sides were waiting.
Gibran watched coldly from the side.
He watched as the half-devil worshippers that he had painstakingly nurtured were slowly wiped out.
These fanatics, who could have easily defeated the East County’s elite troops of nearly 10,000 people, were slowly ...
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