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... moment he heard the word laboratory. It sounded extremely important so it bothered him completely. He decided that it was better to inform his brigade leader quickly as he ran straight to where Iron was.

Iron, who was watching his troops easily and leisurely organizing the Death Corps with the skills that they honed after countless battles with them, looked at the officer that was hurriedly running towards him.

“What’s the matter?”

“There’s a Central Army unit 40km south of h ...

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