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... of each group were chosen beforehand .


Kwah-doo-doohk!


Sungyoon’s halberd pierced the Orc’s neck, and the growling orc fell over like a corpse . He picked up the moonstone and led his group forward .


Sungyoon was famous for his exploits as the Knight, so no one had objected when he was chosen as this group's leader .


Seeing a corner coming up, Sungyoon raised his hand . The Connectors behind him lowered their bodies to the best of their abilities and de ...

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