America: The Cremator

Chapter 185 What does it mean for the clock tower to stand up?

Su Long's mental energy surged wildly in his mind.

With the boundless spiritual power of "a pure heart" as his backing, he recklessly squeezed every bit of potential from the domain.

Under his control, the towering steel walls around them suddenly cracked open, and the rough cast iron material quickly transformed into smooth, mirror-like stainless steel plates.

The purple-gold flames shone on the steel plates, reflecting countless figures of Suron and Byron. The entire morgue hall was instantly filled with endless flames and mirrored reflections.

Su Long raised his hands, his ten fingers moving rapidly through the air. The mirrored steel plates hanging around him rose into the air, quickly flipping and rearranging above the sea of ​​fire, each adjusting its tilt angle and position.

During their previous sparring sessions, he had already figured out the mechanics of Byron's Domain.

The moonlight falling from the moon's disk, after being reflected by the mirror, gains significant power due to the superposition of its unique rules and forces.

Moreover, the more times the beam bounces, the more terrifying its destructive power becomes.

In actual combat, limited by terrain and timing, Byron would find it difficult to find enough reflective surfaces to maximize the power of this move.

But now, Su Long has used his domain to forcibly build a perfect amplifier for him.

However, this project is extremely labor-intensive. The reflective surfaces of the refraction matrix must be perfectly aligned. Even if the angle of a single steel plate is not adjusted properly, the final attack trajectory will be completely deviated.

Even though Su Long had unlimited spiritual power after activating "Innocent Heart", by the time he finished doing all this, veins were bulging on his forehead.

The effect of "Innocent Heart" only lasts for 3 seconds. If this attack is not effective, we will have to start to overdraw our mental energy to fight!

Suron turned to Byron beside him and roared, "Go!"

When Byron saw the arrangement of the steel plates, he understood Sullon's tactical intentions.

Now that the refraction matrix was in place, he didn't waste any words. He suddenly lifted his hands upwards, and the three bright full moons that had been floating above the sea of ​​fire for a long time instantly burst into dazzling light.

A pure white ray of moonlight slashed down from the overlapping moon discs and landed on the stainless steel plate closest to Byron in the blink of an eye.

The pure white beam of light struck the first steel plate, then immediately refracted at a tricky angle, precisely hitting the second plate, followed by the third, the fiftieth, the hundredth—

The beam of light bounced wildly in the refraction matrix. With each refraction, the beam expanded in size and its color gradually changed from pure white to incandescent white.

In just a few seconds, the beam of light had refracted thousands of times in mid-air.

Countless beams of blazing white light crisscrossed above the purple-gold sea of ​​fire, weaving together a dense, impenetrable net of deathly light that illuminated the entire crematorium area as bright as day.

The beam bounced faster and faster, completely exceeding the limits of what the naked eye could perceive; all that could be heard was a continuous hissing sonic boom in the air.

Su Long stared intently at the center of the light net. Just as the beam was about to reach the last few refracting steel plates, he clenched his right fist. In front of the last stainless steel hatch panel, a purple-gold pillar of fire containing the ultimate destructive will suddenly shot up.

The blazing white moonlight rays crashed into the purple-gold wall of fire with overwhelming force.

Two completely different forces strangely merged together at this moment. The white light pierced through the world-destroying fire, and its cold color was instantly dyed with a layer of violent purple-gold.

This destructive beam, combining extreme heat and penetrating power, bounced heavily off the last hatch panel and instantly locked onto the disintegrating gray-robed figure below.

The false crow sensed this terrifying energy. It suddenly raised its hands, and the grayish-white, misty tentacles in its wide sleeves instantly swelled up, extending and intertwining upwards like crazed vines, forming a grayish-white defensive barrier several meters thick, attempting to block this fatal blow.

The next moment, the purple-gold beam of light crashed down.

At the same time, on the eye-shaped dial at the top of the clock tower, the rusty black hand gradually slowed down, then stopped abruptly, emitting a dull "click".

As the muffled sound rang out, Su Long only saw a sudden flash of light ahead, and then all the sounds in the basement instantly disappeared from his ears.

Su Long stared at the tiny black dot, the firelight reflected in his eyes.

He immediately realized that his guess was correct.

This old man's time-stopping ability isn't omnipotent. No matter how strong the rules are, there's a limit to what they can withstand.

As long as the energy that combines the flames of destruction and the moonlight rays exceeds the tolerance limit of the pseudo-crow's time-stop rule, its domain can be directly crushed by force.

"Byron!" Suron shouted to his side, "His time stop has reached its limit! If the energy overflows, the defense will collapse immediately!"

Byron, with his hands still raised in an upward gesture, replied coldly, "Then let him become nothing more than dust in history."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tiny black dot that appeared in the center of the gray-white tentacle barrier underwent a dramatic transformation.

The energy inside the black dot collapsed to its limit, and then suddenly expanded outward.

The surrounding space became like a fragile mirror at that moment, emitting a crisp cracking sound.

The next instant, a purple-gold beam of destructive light traversed the spatial rift and shot towards the gray-robed elder struggling below.

Although the main body of the beam was still suspended in mid-air and had not touched the ground below, the terrifying energy it carried had already caused devastating damage along its path.

The large sections of brass dials below began to glow red, eventually melting into pools of boiling molten metal.

Those thick, black pointers twisted and deformed under the high temperature, curling up like dead insects.

The glass cover on the watch face shattered into large pieces, turning into a shower of shimmering powder.

"boom!"

The beam of light finally struck the defensive barrier formed by interwoven gray mist tentacles.

The instant it hit, an extremely dazzling golden halo of high temperature exploded on the surface of the barrier.

Those tentacles, materialized from the time and resentment that had been taken from them, were utterly vulnerable under the dual strangulation of the world-destroying fire and the moonlight rays.

The sphere of light expanded rapidly, and the beam of light, like a sharp blade, sliced ​​through the thick tentacle shield layer by layer.

On the gray-robed old man's face, which resembled a clock face, the three hands had completely lost their original rotation pattern, trembling wildly as if they were going mad, making a noisy "click-click" sound.

He tried to mobilize more tentacles to fill the gaps in the defense, but the beam melted through them far faster than he could reassemble.

Until the last layer of grayish-white, misty tentacles was vaporized.

The purple-gold beam of destruction, now unimpeded, slammed violently into the gray-robed old man's chest.

The moment the beam of light pierced his body, the entire realm of time froze in absolute stillness.

It's like someone pressed the pause button on a video that was playing.

The spewing flames froze in mid-air, the splashing molten brass hovered in mid-air, and even the dust peeling off the gray-robed old man's body remained still in the air.

A deathly silence that lasted for three seconds.

In those three seconds, the rules of time and the immense spiritual impact clashed fiercely within the gray-robed elder's body.

Three seconds later, the frozen image shattered.

The purple-gold pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth quickly dissipated after exhausting all its energy.

The tentacles that remained around the gray-robed elder were instantly ignited by the remaining world-destroying fire, transforming into enormous torches that burned fiercely in the center of the morgue.

The next moment, the aftershocks of destruction pierced through the gray-robed old man's body and slammed into the massive clock tower behind him.

"Boom—!"

The lower half of the clock tower was blown open, revealing a huge hole that ran through the thick brick wall.

Tons of broken bricks and stones flew backward like cannonballs, crashing into the load-bearing walls of the morgue and creating countless deep craters.

The rocks at the edge of the cavity melted directly under the high temperature, turning into dark red magma that dripped down the broken walls in large streams.

But this is still not the end.

The final destruction erupted within the gray-robed elder's body.

His hunched body swelled violently. Then, three solidified, high-temperature halos exploded outwards from his chest.

The first halo severed the misty tentacles on his lower body.

The second halo shattered his eerie, clock-like face.

The third halo, carrying a terrifying shockwave capable of destroying everything, swept across the entire hall.

The gray-robed old man's entire body was completely blasted into minced meat in the explosion that spread from the inside out.

The shockwave, carrying the pieces of flesh, swept across the ground like a scraper, spreading the charred flesh evenly across the area.

Due to the intense heat from the explosion, the charred remains on the ground quickly turned black, and large plumes of hot steam carrying a strong, acrid smell rose from the ground, enveloping the entire morgue hall in a nauseating cloud of blood and flesh vapor.

Su Long stood on the scorching hot, non-slip steel plate, coldly gazing at the devastating ruins ahead.

As the aftershocks of the explosion gradually subsided, the morgue lobby was filled with a strong stench of burning flesh and the steam from evaporated blood and flesh.

Byron stood beside Suron, looking at the ruins that had been completely leveled, and a hint of joy finally appeared on his pale face.

"Success!" Byron let out a long breath, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly.

He looked at the charred remains of flesh and blood, his tone resolute: "Under that level of spiritual annihilation, absolutely no creature could survive."

Su Long, however, did not relax for a moment. He stared intently at the ruins ahead, his eyes rapidly scanning the mess, his mind remaining extremely alert.

The system's semi-transparent notification box has not popped up yet!

No experience points were gained, no soul crystals were dropped, and there wasn't even a notification about burning strange entries.

For Su Long, who possessed the system, this was irrefutable proof. This B-rank monster was definitely not completely dead.

Suron gripped "Sirius" tightly in his right hand: "Don't be too happy yet." Suron interrupted Byron's relief, "It's not over yet. This guy is definitely not dead!"

Byron was stunned for a moment, and the joy on his face instantly froze.

Just as he was about to ask a question, an extremely piercing noise suddenly came from the ruins ahead.

The massive clock tower, now reduced to ruins, suddenly emitted a dull, grinding sound.

Large chunks of red brick peeled off the surface of the clock tower and crashed heavily into the ruins below, stirring up clouds of dust.

Then, a disgusting scene unfolded.

Deep within those cracked brick seams, there was no cement or steel reinforcement, but rather dark red flesh writhing wildly!

This flesh and blood, like living dough, was forcibly squeezed out from the cracks in the bricks and stones, and with a sticky sound, it quickly covered the remaining walls of the clock tower.

The extremely strong smell of blood instantly overwhelmed the surrounding stench of burning, filling the entire morgue.

At the top of the bell tower, the huge bronze bell began to shake violently.

"clang"

A deep, muffled bell tolled throughout the morgue.

The sound of the bell was like the heart of some giant creature pounding violently in its chest, carrying a sense of oppression that struck straight to the soul.

As the bells rang, the huge clock face on the front of the clock tower underwent a strange change.

The huge, bloodshot eyeball in the center of the dial began to spin wildly.

On the walls around it, accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing, dozens of cracks opened simultaneously, squeezing out bloodshot eyeballs.

Dozens of eyes darted erratically across the clock tower's surface, accompanied by the sizzling sound of sap, before finally locking onto Suron and Byron below.

Before the two could react, the two walls of the clock tower suddenly bulged outward.

With the sound of bones growing, two enormous wings, made entirely of twisted flesh and black feathers, burst out from inside the brick wall!

The moment its wings unfolded, it brought with it an extremely strong, fishy wind, sending ashes flying everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, the foundation of the entire clock tower resounded with a loud rumble.

The remaining brass dials on the ground were roughly torn off, and two muscular legs, as thick as ancient trees and covered with dark red scales, rose from the ground.

Su Long stared wide-eyed at the clock tower building that seemed to rise higher and higher in his field of vision.

What does it mean when the clock tower stands up?

A brick and stone building, tens of meters high, somehow grew legs and stood upright in his territory like a living thing!

This is no longer just bizarre; it's a fortress of flesh and blood, emanating a pressure that's countless times more terrifying than before.

We must strike hard!

The clock tower monster lowered its head, raised its thick right leg, and took a heavy step toward the two of them.

"clang--!"

The bronze bell at the top shook violently again.

This time, the bells were no longer just a simple sound.

A visible grayish-white sound wave, mixed with an extremely terrifying shockwave, swept wildly toward the two of them in a fan shape, centered on the clock tower.

Su Long instinctively raised his left arm to shield himself, and with a thought, the purple-gold world-destroying flames instantly formed a thick wall of fire in front of him.

However, when the grayish-white sound wave struck the wall of fire, the flames were not extinguished, but were instead pierced through!

A pure time shock!

The moment the shockwave swept over his body, Su Long felt that sensation of being washed away by an invisible river return.

But this time, the intensity is more than ten times more terrifying than before!

If the last one was a rushing river, then this one is a surging ocean!

Su Long felt his breath catch in his throat, and the air in his lungs was instantly sucked out.

He could clearly feel that the life force in his body was being forcibly stripped away.

He looked down at his raised left arm.

The skin on the back of my hand is sagging at an alarming rate. The muscles that were once firm from intense training are rapidly atrophying, and the subcutaneous tissue is being completely drained of moisture.

Large patches of brown age spots appeared on the surface of the skin.

The blood vessels, no longer covered by muscle and fat, stood out starkly on the dry, wrinkled back of the hand.

He could even feel his bones rapidly losing calcium, becoming brittle, and experiencing a series of stiff, stinging pains in his joints.

The heartbeat became heavy and slow.

The feeling of watching yourself age rapidly is despairing.

Su Long gritted his teeth, his immense spiritual power surging wildly within him as he tried to resist the erosion of this time-based spiritual impact.

However, he discovered that under the absolute crushing power of spirituality, mental strength could play a negligible role.

His high mental attribute of 80 points could only barely keep him conscious; it was completely unable to stop the decay of his body.

Before the two could recover from the terrifying impact, the clock tower monster in front of them raised its leg again.

The massive, fleshy lower limbs slammed heavily onto the cracked floor, causing the entire morgue hall to shake violently.

"clang--!!"

The sound of the bronze bell striking the bell was even more deafening than before.

A second, even more violent, grayish-white shockwave, mixed with a dense aura of death, struck again.

Su Long felt his legs go weak and he almost collapsed to his knees.

His vision began to blur, a symptom of presbyopia caused by the aging of the lens.

My hearing was also deteriorating, and the roar of the crematoriums around me became muffled and distant.

He forced himself to turn his head and look at Byron beside him.

This once elegant and composed gentleman now looked utterly wretched.

Byron's meticulously styled brown short hair had completely turned gray.

The skin on his face drooped like dry tree bark, and deep wrinkles were etched around his eyes and forehead.

His once straight back had become hunched over, his right hand holding the pen was trembling violently, and even standing was extremely difficult for him.

The trench coat that was originally fitted looked loose on him now, because his muscles had severely atrophied.

With just two steps of impact, Byron had already turned into a frail old man!

The true form of this fake crow actually materialized all the spiritual essence of death and time accumulated by the entire sanatorium over a century onto this clock tower.

Its advance must be stopped!

Su Long roared inwardly, thinking that if this monster took a few more steps, the two of them would definitely die of old age in this godforsaken place.

The clock tower monster's dozens of eyes were fixed on the two of them, its massive body leaning slightly forward as it raised its right leg once more.

Su Long stared intently at the violently shaking, flesh-and-blood clock tower in front of him, clenching his back teeth tightly.

"Just how many tricks does this old man have up his sleeve? He's incredibly difficult to deal with."

Byron stood to the side, panting heavily, his voice hoarse: "I'm sorry, I didn't know it had this strange form. Last time, even when my great-aunt and I teamed up, we couldn't force it to this point."

As the two were talking, the Flesh and Blood Clock Tower in the distance roared once more.

The massive lower limb, composed of twisted muscles and dark red scales, was raised high and slammed heavily onto the cracked, non-slip steel plate.

"clang--!"

The third chime rang out with a deafening roar.

An even more intense grayish-white sound wave swept wildly across the ground.

Su Long immediately mobilized the remaining spiritual power within his body, and the purple-gold world-destroying flames gathered in front of him, instantly forming an extremely solid and thick wall of fire.

Byron also struggled to raise his hands, and dozens of silver-white mirrored shields unfolded in front of him, layer upon layer, in an attempt to block this strange power.

But it was completely useless.

The impact of the time rules completely disregarded the obstruction of matter and energy.

The gray-white shockwave easily pierced through the purple-gold wall of fire, through the silver-white lens shield, and swept fiercely across the two people's bodies.

Su Long felt his knees buckle and he collapsed onto the steel plate on one knee.

He was breathing heavily, his lungs making a broken, bellowing sound.

The age spots on the back of my hands expanded rapidly, and my once firm skin now looked like a layer of dry sheepskin, clinging tightly to my bones.

His muscles had completely atrophied, and even the fingers that were gripping "Sirius" were trembling violently and uncontrollably.

My vision became extremely blurry, and a needle-like pain shot through my bones.

Byron, standing next to him, fared even worse.

He had completely turned into an old man; his once upright back had become hunched, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, and clumps of his gray hair were falling out.

"Byron!" Surong shouted, enduring the deep pain in his bones, turning his head. "Even if two of your moons are shattered, you still have ways to attack, don't you?"

Byron coughed violently a few times, replying in a hoarse voice, "Cough cough—yes. When there's only one moon, the attack frequency decreases significantly, but the power increases!"

"That's good." Surong grinned, revealing his dry lips. "I have a plan."

Su Long slammed his hands on the steel plate, unleashing his full mental energy.

"Boom!"

Hundreds of crematorium hatches on the towering steel walls all around were simultaneously wide open.

A waterfall of purplish-gold lava cascaded down from the furnace, gathering wildly in the open space in front of Sulong.

In the blink of an eye, a colossal lava giant, thirty meters tall, rose from the ground.

A raging purple-gold flame flowed across its body, evaporating all the surrounding flesh and steam.

However, this time the lava giant was not wielding its usual greatsword and tower shield.

As soon as it took shape, it suddenly raised its head and stretched out its huge hands made of magma, reaching directly into the night sky above.

"Hiss hiss hiss"

With a violent sound of energy friction, the lava giant forcefully grasped the two bright full moons in the sky, one on the left and one on the right.

Byron stared wide-eyed at him, his face filled with disbelief: "What are you going to do?!"

Surong straightened up with difficulty and patted the ashes off his knees: "Let's play bowling and shot put."

The lava giant moved as soon as he finished speaking.

It held the moon in its left hand at its side and rested the moon in its right hand on its broad shoulder, then strode forward with its strong legs and charged toward the flesh-and-blood clock tower ahead.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The giant's heavy footsteps landed on the anti-slip steel plate, each step creating a deep crater in the ground, and violent shockwaves rolled outwards, scattering all the ashes and debris on the ground.

As the lava giant reached its maximum speed, it suddenly snatched the round left arm, releasing its grip on the moon.

The round moon, radiating a cool, silvery glow, was released directly from my hand.

It rolled quickly to the ground and slammed hard onto the ground covered with anti-slip steel plates.

"Bang—!!"

An extremely dull thud resounded in the morgue, making everyone's blood boil.

The moon bounced twice on the ground, like a giant bowling ball, leaving a trail of silver light, and crashed straight into the huge flesh and blood clock tower.

The clock tower monster's dozens of eyes instantly contracted as it tried to move its thick lower limbs to dodge, but its massive body became a burden at that moment.

"boom!"

The moon hit the lower half of the flesh-and-blood clock tower with pinpoint accuracy.

At the moment of impact, the full moon exploded with a deafening roar.

The blinding silver light instantly engulfed the lower half of the clock tower.

Byron's domain rules demonstrated a terrifying assimilation ability at this moment.

Wherever the light swept, the red bricks on the clock tower's surface, the dark red flesh writhing wildly in the cracks, and even the remaining brass dials on the ground were all forcibly transformed into extremely fragile lens material.

Followed by.

"Click"

A very crisp cracking sound rang out.

This large mirror structure, formed from flesh and bricks, could no longer bear its own weight and shattered instantly.

Tens of thousands of shards of glass floated in mid-air, refracting the purple-gold firelight and the silver moonlight.

The lower half of the clock tower monster completely disappeared, and its massive upper body, having lost its support, began to tilt and collapse to one side.

And at the same time it collapsed.

The lava giant, which had already charged close, suddenly twisted its waist and, using the momentum of its charge, hurled the second moon, which it was holding on its shoulder, out with the standard motion of a shot put.

The silver full moon drew a graceful arc in the sky before crashing down on the top of the flesh and blood clock tower.

"Boom—!"

Another loud bang erupted in the morgue, and the brick structure at the top of the clock tower was instantly crushed into dust the moment it touched the moon.

The enormous brass bell was twisted by the terrifying impact and was eventually crushed into a twisted piece of scrap iron.

Immediately afterwards, the moon exploded.

A blinding silver-white light erupted again, instantly engulfing the upper half of the clock tower.

Under the baptism of light, the shattered roof, the broken stone pillars, and the twisted bronze bell all turned into mirrors in a very short time.

Then, a series of cracking sounds rang out.

The entire upper part of the clock tower was completely blown apart.

Tens of thousands of shards of glass did not fall, but remained suspended in mid-air.

At this moment, only the giant eyeball in the center of the flesh-and-blood clock tower remained, suspended in mid-air, surrounded by two layers of dense glass shards.

It completely lost its ability to move and became a live target hanging in mid-air.

Su Long stood on the scorching hot, non-slip steel plate, staring at the huge, bloodshot eyeball.

"Byron! Now!"

Su Long roared and raised his right hand, snapping his fingers with a not-so-crisp sound.

As the fingers snapped, a raging pillar of purple-gold fire erupted once more from the depths of the furnace.

Under Su Long's control, the flames quickly gathered and rose in front of the two, forming a thick wall of fire that stretched from the sky to the ground in the blink of an eye.

Byron gritted his teeth, bracing his swaying body, and forcefully lifted his hands upwards.

In the night sky above, the last remaining full moon lost its cool radiance and transformed into an extremely deep purple.

"boom!"

A thick purple beam of light shot out from the moon and slashed straight down.

The beam of light pierced directly through the purple-gold wall of fire erected by Su Long, absorbing all the world-destroying flames along its path and staining them with a purplish-gold color of destruction.

This beam of destruction, combining the two people's strongest power, struck the glass shards floating above the clock tower with overwhelming force.

"Buzz—!"

The beam of light, upon striking the first fragment, immediately refracted, hitting the second fragment, then the third, the tenth, the hundredth—

These tens of thousands of glass fragments form a refraction matrix.

The destructive beam bounced wildly within the matrix.

With each refraction, the energy of the beam increases by one unit.

Countless rays of purple-gold light crisscrossed in mid-air, and the high-frequency refraction filled the air with a hissing cutting sound.

In just a few seconds, these wildly projectile beams of light forcibly intertwined to form an impenetrable curtain of death.

The entire morgue lobby was illuminated by this light screen, making it as bright as day. Even the raging, world-destroying flames paled in comparison to this light.

The enormous eyeball, suspended in the very center, was completely enveloped by this curtain of deathly light.

Its bloodshot surface began to convulse wildly under the scorching light curtain, attempting to mobilize the remaining time rules to resist, but in the face of this level of energy superposition, any resistance was futile.

After bouncing countless times, the beam of light, now expanded to its limit, finally locked onto its ultimate target and slammed into the enormous eyeball in the very center.

"Pfft!"

A dull, penetrating sound rang out.

The enormous eyeball began to swell violently under the intense beam of light.

The blood vessels on the surface snapped off one by one, and the dark red juice evaporated before it could seep out.

The eyeball swelled to twice its original size, and then—"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the eyeball that held the last vestiges of the false crow's life burst open.

The flying fragments of flesh and blood didn't even have a chance to hit the ground. All the flesh, bones, and even the spiritual energy of time were burned to ashes in mid-air, leaving not even a trace of ash.

With the destruction of the core eyeball, the life force of the False Raven finally vanished completely from this world.

The realm of time shattered instantly.

Su Long gasped for breath, and with a thought, he deactivated the domain of the billions of crematorium furnaces.

The towering steel walls and scorching hot anti-slip steel plates around the morgue quickly dissipated, revealing the cracked cement floor that had originally been part of the morgue.

Byron's triple moon wheel domain was also dispelled.

The English gentleman slumped to the ground, his silver pen rolling to the side.

With the death of the false crow, the time rule imposed on him was finally lifted.

His weathered, bark-like skin began to quickly regain its firmness, his withered muscles became plump again, and his gray hair returned to its meticulously groomed brown.

In just over ten seconds, Byron transformed back into the sophisticated exorcist.

But he wasn't in good condition. He collapsed onto the dusty cement floor, panting heavily, his stomach rumbling loudly.

"Hungry—" Byron's voice was so weak that he could barely speak: "Suron—I can eat a whole cow now—no, two."

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Su Long stood there, watching Byron's disheveled appearance, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

He ignored Byron's complaints and stared intently ahead.

The semi-transparent system panel finally popped up.

[Successfully incinerated the B-rank high-level anomaly, the fake Crow!]

The existence of the false crow has been erased from the world!

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