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Chapter 71: The Resurrected Copy

Author: Lucybasil
last update publish date: 2026-06-16 12:17:43

The giant silver-furred wolf crashed into the vanguard of the First Register. It did not sound like the wolf's body hitting metal. It sounded like a big heavy door slamming shut on a room.

The force of the crash sent gears, broken metal pieces and black rock fragments flying through the air in the deep cave. The big mechanical High Assessor stumbled backward. Its metal eyes were clicking fast as the gears inside were grinding against each other and making a loud screeching noise. The big steel
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