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... arth itself. Blood gushed from its severed wrist as it gripped the spear single-handed, fighting with the savage fury of something that had already lost everything.
Leon’s warrior zombie caught the next spear thrust on crossed arms. The impact sent it skidding backward, boots carving trenches through concrete. Black ichor splashed from fresh wounds. But it refused to fall.
Leon circled like a predator, switching angles with ea ch shot. His Voidreaper barked repeatedly, forcing th ...
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