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Chapter 173: Execution at 30,000 Feet

Penulis: Fuyingwen
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-16 00:51:45

The sky was no longer a sanctuary; it was a killing jar.

The S-99 Valkyrie transport, a marvel of Sterling engineering, felt frighteningly small against the backdrop of the behemoth that had just de-cloaked in front of them. The Ouroboros airship—a rigid-hull stealth cruiser named The Leviathan in the dark web whispers—blotted out the sun. It was a monolith of matte-black radar-absorbent material, shaped like a spearhead, bristling with railgun turrets that tracked the batter
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