"Alright, you need to get treated in the biopod for your situation."
Murphy stared at him, saying:
"I hope your good brother Huggesen can get some good stuff from Dusk, after all, the cost of activating this thing once is quite expensive."
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"Boom"
A Guardian Turret, sliding rapidly along the track, continuously spewing fire and mowing down the charging Wolf Man Rioters like cutting wheat, exploded. The Master of Hunting, wielding a warhammer, reveled in the joy of destruction.
He lifted the leg protected by Power Armor and kicked the sparking turret, completely toppling it over.
"Bah, Creator's useless junk!"
The Master of Hunting cursed.
Due to the psychological shadow left by God's Scepter earlier, he now harbors malice towards anything related to the Creator.
