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From the black and red of the abyss’s corruption, to the yellow and green of the Hayes’ death bombs, and now to the blue-purple stain of Hayes blood.
The desert had become a canvas, a painting board of earth, it was painted with blood and bone.
Across this battlefield, demon legions that arrived late tore through Hayes troops with ease. And their heavy weapons, which were once feared, were ripped apart like children’s toys.
And the word "torn" was no metaphor. ...
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