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Chapter 48: Ghosts of the Past Life
Author: Larass
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The confined space of the root cellar erupted into blinding blue light.

The three Iron Fang Jaegers pulled the triggers of their heavy plasma repeaters simultaneously. In a wide-open field, the sheer volume of fire would have vaporized a tank. But in the narrow, concrete stairwell, their bulky black chromium armor worked against them, bottlenecking their firing angles.

Finnian OConnell did not dive for cover. He became the projectile.

Using the impossible, explosive strength of his biomechanica
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