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CHAPTER 83: THE FACE-SLAP OF THE JUSTICIAR
Author: Tan clipps
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I am going to take you all down with me, the Grand Justiciar shrieked, his voice losing every single bit of its refined, administrative calm. His hands were shaking so hard the little black iron sphere almost slipped from his grip before he could even prime it. If this sector refuses to return to the database index, then I will personally detonate my own soul to ensure the intergalactic beacon stays online long enough to summon the external fleet. You are nothing but an error code, Kaelen, and
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