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And on the other side, within the Dragon God cockpit, Dorothy was also drenched in sweat.
"Damn it, I whiffed the final move. That was my last trump card, what do I do now?"
The homebody witch was in an awkward situation.
No matter how talented she was, she only had five months to prepare. She had been busy dealing with the Church of Machinery, studying magic, learning to build warships, making puppets; it was so hectic she wished she could split into several people to handle it all. She had been averaging less than an hour of sleep each day during this period.
Even having worked herself to the bone, that was all the savings she could scrape together.
Now, she had used the Eight Formation Tactics, deployed the Mechanical Puppet Army, and even the six specially made Giant God-Warriors all to no avail.
