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... aken aback, momentarily unable to discern whether he was a friend or foe. Standing still, his voice trembled slightly, "You... who are you?"
Lynch did not know that the person standing before him was the archbishop. The white bishop robes, worn out from running and fighting, were tattered, and the acidic liquid dripping from the temple ceiling had splattered onto him, leaving one hole after another. The Black Dragon outside not only caused great chaos but also set fires everywhere, aidin ...
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