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... -gold main cannon and toss it aside.
Crush the holy missile launcher and blow up the dark autocannon turret.
One by one, I obliterate the magic detectors, blessing amplifiers, and divine signal transmitters.
As if splitting a rotting log, I rip open the armored plating—and reveal a pale, terrified face beneath it.
“Y-You barbaric beasts!”
A stubborn-looking middle-aged man.
An archbishop of the Old Father’s Cult.
“The Old Father will bring ...
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