Slane Theocracy, Kami Miyako, City Walls.
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Two guards stood on a watchtower holding the edge of the wall, gazing at the glistening nature outside. The blazing sun shone into their eyes as it slowly set down. Looking specifically from two hundred meters away, bushes could be seen moving slightly, this was a normal occurrence for any guard stationed on the watchtower, it was probably a fox or some type of animal.
Behind the thick bushes was a dense pack of trees and wildlife, looking further down even during the hottest of the days was fruitless, it looked dense black and dark no matter the distance, beyond the bushes, was no man's land.
Occasionally a squad of guards sent from the front gate would search the perimeter as a security check but that was all.
"Oi!" The archer man shouted.
"What is it?" The other man crossed his head over after hearing the sudden voice.
"Want a drink?" The first man replied he shifted over to the other man shaking a bottle of cheap wine from the tip, creating water juggling noises from the base of the bottle.
"Sure." The other man responded as he grabbed the bottle of wine to take a sip.
"Hey hey, I heard that the Kingdom might collapse." The archer man said, he noticed the lack of emotion from the other man after hearing that.
"Oh? It wouldn't be a surprise, they suffered through ongoing wars with the Empire, demonic invasion and got embarrassed by the demi-humans."
"Speaking of the Empire…"
The archer man sat down on a nearby barrel next to the wide opened gap that was created for arrows to shoot out, he slouched his back looking down to the ground, he then clenches his fist in anger shouting.
"Dammit! That stupid emperor, why would he submit to that damned undead! He has doomed his kingdom, the Gods will condemn him and when that undead is taken down we'll make sure that he gets a ruthless trial."
"Don't know why he would do that." The other man replied. "I heard the emperor was a smart man… guess that wasn't true." He heavily sighed before continuing, "He's a stupid man, dull-witted emperor, he failed his people."
"Ha…"
The tiny square room filled with silence after the last laugh. The archer man shifted his head looking out to the sunrise, after spotting something he opens his jaw.
"Oi oi, look down there."
The other man takes a step over to the gap studying the surroundings, he raised a brow and looked back glaring slightly hatefully at the archer man.
"There's nothing there, you idiot."
Quickly he retorts.
"No no! I saw something behind those bushes!"
The man glances his head over again and sees nothing, clenching this jaw he turns back.
"I told you there's nothing ther-"
Like a racing car at full throttle, a piercing arrow from the bushes at extreme speeds impales the speaking man from the back of the head. The punctured man stood for a few seconds with the arrow through his eye sockets before collapsing to the ground.
The archer man immediately ducked down for cover as a few more sound fast arrows shot in through the opening. He was not foolish enough to peek up and look down at the coming shots.
But that did not cease his hearing as the once quite soundless sunset turned into a fest of stomps and screaming, the spearmen who were supposed to be checking people in to the city could be heard getting their flesh ripped into, non-human laughter and growls were seeping around the gate and leaking into his ears, blood could be heard splattered over the city's outside walls as men heavily rushed back in. But even so, the watchtower guard did not even cast an eye over the cover.
It did not take long, but, a loud crashing sound is heard, making the floor beneath him tremble slightly. The front gate was breached, loud sloppy footsteps were pouring excessively over the thick wooden gate that was just smashed to the stone floor.
The children who were playing outside during the time sensed the floor trembling, one of them looked in the distance and began screeching, dropping his toys, the other children saw his twisted face and asked what was wrong, but they also felt the floor tremble.
Turning around they see a wave of demi-humans rushing towards them, ravaging everything else in the way, instantaneously children began running. But of course, this was a futile attempt as the demi-humans quickly caught up and instantly capturing and murdering them.
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After a few decades of minutes, wind could be heard swirling through the air, the continuous painful screaming and begging were silenced. The demi-humans had decapitated every single being on this street and put them on spikes surrounding the gates and houses. They headed up to the richer parts of Kami Miyako.
The guard, surprisingly alive sat there transfixed at the sudden flash of action. It felt like a fist of light punched him in the face. The screaming and begging were gut-wrenching to him, but it ceased after ten minutes when those creatures moved somewhere else.
Wh-h-at j-just h-happened.
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Slane Theocracy, Kami Miyako, Raymond's Office.
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Raymond was sitting on his chair signing off reports and potential sightings of any 'goat man magic casters' for a few hours debunking nearly all of them as fake or unreliable. As he was about to place his pen down back on the table, he notices something small, a tremble, the table slowly vibrated. He blew it off as some kind of special training and continued to lean his back on his chair resting.
The door slams open and a messenger bolts in, the messenger's arm hair charges up as goosebumps formed all around his body.
"S-Sir! This is bad!" The messenger shouts as his legs almost give up, grabbing the edge of the door with his right hand, with bent knees he looked on to Cardinal Raymond who looked back in confusion.
"Uhm, please calm down, tell me, what happened?" Raymond asked etching a fake professional smile, likely trying to ease up the sudden tension that riled up in the room, he did not assume anything was that bad, or maybe a few terrorists were wreaking havoc at worst; So the best solution for it was to calm down and discuss, as any good businessman would.
Kami Miyako is a remarkably large capital compared to other ones. It was no surprise that Raymond did not know what was going on at the gates as his office resided in one of the Six Great Cathedrals which occupied the central part of the city. Only a few minutes after the preach was when other officials noticed the attack via through [Message].
The Cathedrals were in the centre of the city but were still spread apart if a person were to walk from say, the Cathedral of Light to the Catherdral of Darkness it would take at max an hour or at the very least thirty minutes.
"My deepest apologies, Sir! But this is something that is of utmost importance!" The messenger shouted.
A sour feeling blasted over Raymond's body as he cleared his throat he noticed the frightened face of the messenger before responding.
"What is it?"
Without hesitation, the messenger replied.
"The demi-human force is invading! Confirmed sightings of the magic caster in the city!"
Raymond froze, his smile was intact before waiting a few seconds.
"What!?" He paused and stood up from his chair, stretching his arms leaving his fingertips the table, promptly he realised his posture and took a large breath before sighing heavily, as a leader, acting stressed or worried would ruin the morale of subordinates, he continued assuringly, "How far are they in?"
"Sir, it is believed that they have breached the first wall, taking control of surrounding settlements near the front gate, they are moving up to the centre of the city." The messenger replied as he wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead.
"We have also lost contact with villages on the outskirts of the city!"
"Call the rest of the Cardinals over here." Raymond calmly stated, pointing to a round table next to his desk. Inside his strong-willed mask, he wanted to scream.
The messenger nodded as he swiftly left the room.
As soon as the messenger left the room, Raymond began stroking his beard thoroughly, shutting his eyes and ears to any other distraction.
They have passed the walls, I'm sure we can gather the Black Scripture in time, other than the Holocaust Scripture the rest of them are not suited for this type of fight. Even if we use both our scriptures, we are outmanned and they will destroy the entire city before they are halted, no, it is better to leave the demi-humans to deal with our normal soldiers as the Black Scripture take down that magic caster once and for all. Dammit, the Sunlight Scripture is best suited for repelling demi-humans, why did they have to go and die like that.
I'm sure Zesshi would instantly kill that caster but, she will contaminate the corpse and we won't be able to study it. Well, the black scripture will be able to deal with the caster as long as they effectively used their artifacts.
Raymond thought, but doubt prowled his mind. Not much was known about the magic caster other than it can cast spells levelling the same or over than the Black Scripture's strongest spellcaster, if the magic caster were to suddenly turn the tables and slaughter most of the Black Scripture then talks about a war against the Sorcerous Kingdom would be a child's rant.
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Slane Theocracy, Kami Miyako, Streets.
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Like how an elegant old man would walk, Demiurge, in his transformed 'goat man' form was idly walking along the streets where the demi-humans had already ravaged. Before attacking, Demiurge had gathered as much information he could about the city layout.
He knew that it was huge, and like any other capital, there were different sections of the city. On the outskirts, many kilometres beyond the walls were villages that belonged to the Theocracy, which had at least one church reflecting on one of the Six Great Gods. He had already cut off connections from those villages by swiftly capturing every human that lived there, especially the priests.
Right where Demiurge was walking around now was where Low/Mid class civilians lived, the section where the demi-humans were heading to was the smallest section, as the innermost part of the Capital had little nobles or any rich persons living there. Other than Seminaries or churches, the only common buildings that reside there were cafes and shops.
Besides Demiurge were two Evil Lords, the elite demon guards Greed and Envy, Evil Lord Envy wearing an immodest tight black outfit showing most of her cleavage and figure, she walked slowly at the same pace, Evil Lord Greed holding his scythe and leaning it on his right shoulder also walked besides Demiurge but on the opposite side of Envy. These Evil lords were not the NPC Evil lords as they were summoned by Demiurge, the originals are lying around in the Seventh Floor protecting it as their duties call.
Demiurge continued walking as he kept one certain person next to the very core of his mind.
No matter what plans he can create, it would be overshadowed by a world breaking scheme. The wisdom flowing from this person would most definitely be considered the purest of the pure. He could play the entire world with his pinky finger. The finger grasping the bottom of the iceberg that held the world, Ainz Ooal Gown.
His spine shuddered as he thought about Ainz's past intellectual schemes and ploys,
How I want to return to your presence, how I long for it. Ainz-sama... These useless humans will learn the euphoria in getting ruled by the greatest God of Wisdom.
Beforehand Demiurge had explained the plan to the summoned evil lords, with the mental link through the master-servant, they had already grasped the main idea of this plan. It was to break the upstanding will of the Slane Theocracy, the main target of sabotage were the Cathedrals of the Theocracy or any other elite forces, but they knew well that Demiurge had greater plans.
"Demiurge-sama," Evil Lord Greed spoke out. "Two priests have been captured by our forces, is it my lord's will to question them?"
"Of course," Demiurge replied,
After taking the lead, the Evil lord walks towards the way not far from the position they were just at, reaching a decently sized church. Offerings were placed outside on the edges of the church. The priest must have been respected by the people around here.
Walking on the stairs, it did not take long for the two priests to be seen in chains and rope. With the red carpet leading from the wide-opened door to the altar sat the priests who noticed a goat-man imperiously dusting his feet off the carpet as he walked in with two demonic beings.
"Tch, Demons, you demi-humans are truly unholy creatures," A tied up priest lowly growled before getting batted behind the back by a demi-human.
The footsteps grew louder and closer, with the aura of supremacy emitting from the Evil Lords, the other priest lowered his head.
Demiurge looked around the room and held his glance on a specific item,
"Greed," Demiurge hinted.
"Of course, my lord." Evil Lord Greed responded as he started marching towards the piece of furniture Demiurge was glancing at, he grabbed a golden leather chair that was next to the altar.
The Priests would sit on that chair during mass to pray, in one way or another it could be considered a holy relic, and a demon touching it let alone grab it was unthought of.
The priests loathly glared at the smirking Evil Lord Demon as it slowly walked passed them holding the chair in full view of the priests, the demon elegantly placed the chair down, Demiurge took a seat as he crossed his legs.
"Good evening gentlemen, I believe you are enjoying the stay in my new founded kingdom." Demiurge mockingly spouts. The demi-human guards that stood beside the imprisoned humans made sure they stood effectively still, sweat rolled down their foreheads every time an Evil Lord glanced at them.
"Y-You filthy demi-human." Another priest spouted.. before the Evil Lord could step up and kill this priest, Demiurge held up his arm gesturing him to stop.
[Command Mantra]
[How many of you reside in this city?] Demiurge commands.
With his jaw crackling, the priest reluctantly spat.
"Over a thousand of us, and we will kill you."
After hearing this, the Evil Lord felt an itch on his fingers, he grits his teeth and clenches his arm muscles, creating an unsightly angrily face.
Demiurge stood up from his seat and, using his foot, he gently and jeeringly kicked down the chair, the golden edges hit the iron seats, creating a loud echoing sound travelling across the entire church.
That was all the information he needed.
Normally he would have enthusiastically stayed and 'entertained' his 'guests' but he was on a tight schedule, this pre-invasion would have to be done and dusted by nightfall.
"We're done here," Demiurge said as he cast, [Greater Teleportation]. The Evil Lords followed on.
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News concerning the invasion had spread throughout the entire city and the civilians erupted into chaos, some of the Theocracy's infantry army divisions were ordered to guard each cathedral while the rest would act as a rearguard repelling the coming demi-human army. Inside of the Cathedral were a gathering of people praying.
Suddenly three hooded beings appeared in front of the Cathedral of Fire.
The guards stationed at the Cathedrals gates glanced at the hooded beings, one of them walks towards them shouting,
"Identify yourself!"
Before the guard could take another step closer, one of the hooded beings abruptly disappeared, The other guard noticed that the guard approaching the hooded men had his head decapitated.
Instantaneously, the guard pointed his spear and charged towards the shorter hooded figure only to be stabbed through the heart.
The surrounding soldiers noticed this and immediately created a perimeter circling the three hooded beings pointing their spears towards them.
"You there! Remove your hoods, show yourself!" Sweat rolling underneath his helmet he nervously shouts, he only stayed confident because of his surroundings, at least fifty men were surrounding the three hooded beings.
The beings slowly removed their hoods, at an immediate glance, the soldiers gulped the last remaining moistness in their mouth before beginning to step back.
"I-Its h-him.." A soldier exclaimed,
"N-No, w-why is he here." Another softly murmured.
Before any other reaction could be invoked, the crow headed demon charged at the surrounding group of soldiers and swiftly cut through their stomach flesh spilling gallons blood in front of the cathedral.
The other soldiers mindlessly charged at Demiurge, the blade of the spears was skillfully caught by a winged red-haired demon, who then swung at the soldier's throats with his pure black scythe.
"Lesser beings." The winged demon lord spat, as he threw the soldiers across to the side.
Behind Greed was a human attempting to swing at him, he staggered as he swung towards Greed, the arching shot was speedily dodged as Greed stepped to the side and trips the soldier to the ground. With the bottom of his scythe, he stabbed the fallen soldier in the back of his skull.
As Envy began to cast a destruction spell on the cathedral, without signs of warning, a chain from behind her bolted hitting her head. This, of course, did not harm her but did somewhat incite her attention.
Slightly intrigued Demiurge glanced over to look at the attacker, he saw a group of unique individuals wearing very distinctive outfits.
"Stop there Herematic!" A man with spiked black hair and a black tattoo on his left face shouted. Besides him was at least two or three more people, they looked strong, but compared to Nazarick's standards they were feeble enough to be destroyed with a flick of a finger.
Envy stopped, glancing at Demiurge for orders.
"You face the might of the Black Scripture, you will regret coming here." Another man shouted, his hair was pure yellow and groomed elegantly. His face and head resemble clementine, the traitor, this was the fifth seat of the Black Scripture, hailed as the 'One Man Army'.
Stroking his beard, Demiurge in his goat-man form derisively replied.
"Oh? This 'Black Scripture' of yours must be quite the force. Just how confident are you? Seeing as though you haven't attacked yet, are you afraid?"
"Tch." A hulky man groaned. Cedran, the Eighth seat of the Black Scripture took offence and immediately charged at 'Herematic', holding up his divine relic 'Last Stand' left behind by the Six Great Gods in front, covering his entire body charging trying to push Herematic to a wall.
The One Man Army looks at his rings on his hands and with a wave, he summons a Gigant Basilisk.
Upon seeing the charging man, Greed swiftly appeared between the clashing force between the old man and clenched his fist, with the raw strength he leaps forward and with his right hand, he softly jabs at the coming shield. Shockwaves erupted throughout the entire town, the robes of other scripture members sway with the force, nearby flowers outside of houses are ripped out following with the dirt.
The vibration from the shield travelled to the Eighth seat's entire body as he flew back hitting a nearby magical light. The scripture members look on with dread, mostly filled with surprise. They did not expect that the Eighth seat would get flown around that easily.
"T-That's not possible!" A man shouts.
"W-What." The Fifth seat grumbled fearfully, before ordering his basilisk, "Attack the woman!"
The Gigant Basilisk forcefully stomped towards Envy, each step created a slight vibration that reverberated across the surrounding street, the basilisks were not sent to utterly destroy the demon, only act as a rear force for the scripture members to retreat, after seeing the brute strength of that thing, the only choice was to run and report this.
Their mission was to gather intel, not fight. To provoke and retreat, that's why there were such little numbers sent to apprehend the goat man.
A black spear magically appeared in Envy's hands or, arguably, people would say it 'formed' in her hand. A red scarf like cloth was roughly tied right down below of the blade of the spear, the handle was pure black emitting a black aura that engulfed the spear. She then proceeded to hold it up with her wrist bent, as if preparing to throw a javelin. Her other arm stretched out to aim at the raging basilisk.
With intense power, Envy effortlessly throws the spear. The spear breaks the air between it creating a woosh sound, similar to the sound a sword would make when swung hard enough. The dust circles around the spear as it penetrates the air hitting the basilisk right on the chest. The spear impaled the mythril scales of the basilisk causing it to stumble over for a few seconds before continuing its rampage.
Envy simply just created another spear and transfixed it deep into the aesthetic eyes of the basilisk.
The other Scripture members jumped down to retrieve the Eighth seat and retreat. The goat man magic caster had already sensed this and silently cast.
[Dimensional Lock]
"All right, we have him lets go!"
"[Teleportation]" The three shouted.
"It's not working!"
"Huh," The fifth seat said in slight worriedness, amidst to all this, his vision narrowed as he turned his glance at his Basilisk laying on its back with its eyes and guts bulged out. The sour taste in his throat went down to his stomach as he almost began to puke.
"I-Impossible..," He stuttered before shouting, "[Teleportation]!"
After he attempting cast [Teleportation] he finally understood what his colleagues were talking about, he felt a slight magical tug, something was blocking him. He tried other communication and transport spells but he felt that same tug every time.
Dammit! If we stay it'll end up as a continuation of the vampire situation!
"Did you think I'd let you go so easily?" The goatman laughingly spout. It was followed on with demonic laughter from the other two beings.
Dammit, we can't fight with these numbers, the fifth seat thought as he began prowling his mind for a solution. The other scripture members let go and stood beside the knocked out the Eighth seat, after seeing the strength of these beings, they knew they stood no chance without support. But, they still believed that their Gods were on their side.
"You aren't n-normal, what the hell are you?!" The fifth seat exclaims as he pointed at the magic caster. He jumped a few meters back to his comrades.
The goat man magical caster ignored him and just as he was about to cast another spell, a loud voice could be heard from the other side.
"Do not falter! Our Gods are on our side!" One of them, wearing extravagant colourful armour shouts as he points his huge bulky Excalibur at the goat man, it was the sixth seat.
"Oh? Come on then." The goat man replied.
The confident raged man lunged forward, with both hands he grips the handle of the huge Excalibur, with all his strength he raises his Excalibur up in the air and swings down.
In a near instant, he casts a few support type and enhancement spells.
These monsters, the rest of the scripture should have noticed that we haven't returned. I need to hold them back until they arrive.
The weight of his sword smashed down at the goat man at a speed surpassing human sight, using his enhancement spell and magical blunt damage, victory is assured, not even the Captain of the Black Scripture could block this much less dodge.
From the sword he felt that he hit something solid and hard, in the rush of adrenaline, he assumed that the goat man was crushed to the ground.
He smirked, he turned his head towards the side to confirm the condition of the goat man.
This attack was created by him with the combination of support, enhancement spells and martial arts. It was made to finish the opponent in one shot, the Cardinals praised his work and said it could rival an average attack by the extra seat, he was proud and continued mastering this technique until it could be effectively used.
After taking a glance, he felt a tug in his tongue.
He was not even scratched.
No, that isn't possible. What kind of monster can block that?
"[Dispel illusion]!" He shouted, "[Dispel Illusion]!"
He tried again and again, but he did not feel a magical shatter, the image in front of him was not an illusion, it was reality, his heart dropped as he quints his brows.
"How are you still alive!?" He demands, shouting at the goat-man, he repeats himself but gets no answer from him.
Sweat began forming between his blade and palms, his fingers adjust itself. Looking at the unfazed goatman who was unscathed by the attack he notices something unnatural.
Claws, claws coming from the goat man's hands, dark long metal claws clashing between the sword. The Sixth seat stood there paralyzed for a second before staggering back a few meters.
He hears a sudden voice.
"Do not hurt them."
The voice was from the old man who he just tried to kill, the sixth seat set his glance tightly at the goat-man but pondered for a few seconds trying to figure out what those words meant. Then his vision turned black, he let go of the muscles of his jaw and sweat began to profusely fall from his forehead, with a trembling spine he slowly glances over to his right.
The other scripture members were beaten up, blood dripping from their chins, one of them had a broken foot with slash marks all over his body. They were tied up in a darkish red type of chain he had never seen in his life, in front of his beaten up colleagues was a huge black swirling void, the monsters from before were pushing Cedran and his friends inside there.
Speechless he stared at his unconscious colleagues roughly musing about how they could be defeated that easily in an instant, he did not even feel the movement of those two demons.
He looked at the red-haired demon with the Metal eye visor, the pure black scythe was covered in what he would easily assume his colleague's blood, the demon just smirked back almost mocking him as he kicks another human in.
"Look over here boy." The goatman laughingly says.
He feels a burning sensation in his chest, his mind goes blank from the shock.
Gods, are you testing me?
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Great Tomb Of Nazarick, Treasury.
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Using his ring, Asher appeared next to mounts of treasure and coins. The number of coins and items that resided in this colossal room was beyond any amounts of treasures any nation combined could even imagine to obtain. He lifted his head and narrowed his vision to the very top of a large mount of coins, he then moved his pupils and narrowed his vision even more to get a distinct look at the ceiling that was tremendously tall.
This was the place where he was created in, he could never forget the details of this room.
His gaze was broken by a sound of clacking boots from the side of the large room,
"Good day, Asher-san!" Pandora's Actor greets, his fingers straighten as he salutes.
Slightly alarmed Asher quickly responds.
"Greetings Pandora's Actor."
"Such an unexpected sight! What have you come here for?" Pandora's actor shouts as he points his long Doppel fingers towards Asher. "Should you not be with Demiurge?"
"Ah about that, I've come to pick out a weapon, Demiurge will [Message] me when the time comes."
"Oho? But do you not have 'Lore Of Swords'?" Pandora's Actor questions.
"Lore Of Swords is not a suitable weapon," Asher replies.
A slight glimmer rays out of Pandora Actor's doppelganger holes.
"I see now, come with me." Pandora's Actor gestures as he adjusts his hat turning around.
Asher followed on with Pandora's actor, the tapping sounds from each step make very deep noises that echo around the entire treasury. As both men were walking, Asher noticed something, sticking from the back of Pandora Actor's yellow officer cap was a 'One Yen Sticker', this did not prowl his mind but, it kept him curious to how Pandora's Actor obtained it.
Pandora's Actor and Asher walked into a hallway filled with all sorts of weapons the Supreme Beings worked hard to get. This hallway was different from the one leading to the World Item room, it was completely separate.
Every single type of items was on a specific stand created to hold the type of weapon. After a minute of passing many different types of weapons, Pandora's Actor halts his pace and turns around. He grabs an angelic-looking sword, pure white light radiated from the winged iron cross-guard. Between the edges of the blade were runes carved in Latin and other dead languages of the old world, for cosmetic reasons, the handle was covered with a pure white magical cloth that could never be spoiled, the blade was just less than a meter long with the scabbard itself flawless white and carefully shaped wings on the chape.
Slowly and excitingly Pandora's Actor with both hands stretched out presents it over saying,
"I recommend the almighty blade, 'Sword of Michael'."
Asher extends both of his arms holding from the grip and scabbard he inspects the weapon. He removes the scabbard of the blade, a bright blinding light flows out. Asher glares at the blade before smirking, he looks at the proud doppelganger next to him and speaks.
"Thank you."
"No problem!" Pandora's Actor shouts.
Asher, using his ring he teleports out of the treasury leaving a very motivated doppelganger behind.
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Hm,
Holidays are over, I only have a set amount of time to write.
But don't worry, I will continue on to write until I complete this series.
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