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... shes and the pained yelp of anguished ones, Bronson exited his building to see a scene of carnage.
The patrols with smoking guns were all cut and torn up.
Some lay motionless while some were bleeding profusely from their wounds. There are also those who squirm in pools of their own blood.
There is also automata wreckage everywhere.
The smell of gunpowder, blood, and mana residue mixed to form a painting from hell.
A lone figure stood at the main entrance. ...
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