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... here, come and entertain our guest together."
Third Ancestor Duke Rashar turned his head, casting a meaningful look towards the skyline, a smirk on his face, as he called out to several silhouettes emerging from the blood mist at the edge of Blood King Palace Square.
At this moment, the Holy Polante Pope hadn't even had time to react.
"Die, Pope!"
All he saw in his field of view was a new figure suddenly appearing in front of him.
The figure's eyebrows wer ...
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