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... outnumber them and evacuate the students. Victor will rescue those trapped under debris. Arthur and I will distract the enemy in case there are any unknown variables," Lucas said.

"I agree," Van, Arthur, Nana, and Victor said.

"[Clone]!"

"[Roc Bird]! [Frankenstein]!"

Dozens of pink orbs of light emerged from Nana’s body and transformed into clones identical to her.

Van’s shadow stirred, and from it emerged dozens of giant birds and three-meter-tall undead ...

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