Chapter 164 - 164: The Purgator’s Waltz

Kian Voss strode through the Spire-level boulevards, the heavy iron flamer-tank on his back and two high-capacity fuel drums clutched in his hands.

His destination was the Nightingale Theater, roughly eight kilometers through the rotted district. He needed to reclaim the remaining Lasguns and that Cogitator Array—the "Brain" of his future Intelligence Center.

With his Mega-Strength and Endurance injectors still surging through his blood, the thirty kilograms of gear felt like a child's backpack. He moved with a rhythmic, pounding pace, his boots cracking the marble tiles as he covered the ground with predatory speed.

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