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Chapter 87: You Must Kill Those Who Deserve to Die
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... raised his sword, but something struck Enkrid's face.
It was a heavy blow, as if he had been hit by Rem’s fist. Falling on his back, Enkrid felt another heavy impact on his head. Instinctively, Enkrid tucked in his chin and rolled to the side.
Thud.
Again, something unseen, some sort of formless shockwave, struck the spot where he had just been. There was no filthy sewage there, but damp clods of earth sprayed up, splattering his face.
Enkrid squinted, his eyes da ...
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