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"What a deplorable creature you are. And you call yourselves superior to us? Indeed, she and her friends are different from your disgusting ilk."
"HAH?!"
Franken roared in fury, suddenly noticing his fists were badly damaged. The steel-hard skin he prided himself on had torn open, exposing cracked bones beneath.
His regeneration kicked in, slowly knitting the wounds closed.
But the White Ghost man charged before the healing could finish. He swung a gleaming white spear forged from his own White Ghost Soul.
"It appears you have never fought a true member of our clan. Let's correct that today!"
The spear thrust forward. Franken groaned in pain as hundreds of piercing strikes riddled his massive, bulky body, tearing holes through flesh and soul alike. A final powerful kick to the stomach sent him hurtling hundreds of meters, crushing his own zombies beneath him.
CRAAASH!
