The west wind blows, the drums of war beat;
Technological trees have no borders, and everyone who believes in this will turn into ashes;
The old world has collapsed. Children, go to sleep.
Mu's company is in ruins, and magnetic technology has entered a new path;
The remnants of ancient gods are seen by the world;
The lower limit of human creation and creation will be difficult to defeat if conquered.
The mystery of the West is unveiled, the wonder of the East is revealed as Rakshasa;
No one cares about his life and death many times, but he has never crossed the Naihe Bridge.
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