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... rst time he had seen a beast up close.

"Now!" Gil shouted, forcing Deka to move.

Deka sprinted away in a panic.

Gil drew his bow. But as he tried to pull the arrow back with his right hand, pain shot through him due to the acid burn on his elbow.

Despite the pain, he forced himself to pull it back.

But the 2.5-meter-long basilisk was too fast. Its movement was unpredictable, causing the arrow to miss.

With another attack, it launched another stream ...

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