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... doing,” Descartes said in a slightly loud voice with a hint of anger mixed in it.
“951... 952... 953...” Siegfried ignored him and continued counting.
“I said stop!”
“954... 955...”
“This bastard...!” Descartes grumbled under his breath.
Swoosh! Shwik!
A spear flew and pierced the ground in front of Siegfried’s feet.
It was Descartes’ main weapon, the +14 Blood Chaser.
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