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War Act I: Factory of Heroes

Author: KHOOLA
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Read War Act I: Factory of Heroes novel written by the author KHOOLA on WebNovel, This serial novel genre is Fantasy stories, covering action, system, comedy, magic, weaktostrong. ✓ Newest updated ✓ All rights reserved

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More than a thousand years ago a prophecy was told by the Old Gods; the human race will bring forth death and destruction all over the galaxy, enslaving every sentient race. The most ancient and most powerful race came to Earth to ensure that the prophecy will never come to pass. After more than a thousand years of escaping genocide. Humankind made 'weapons' akin to the stories of old, to fight enemies of ancient origins. This is a story of those weapons, how they start out as Experimental Subjects to God Killers

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