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In the third year since Dayin Tiangong, a steel city driven by thousands of gears and spells tore through the sea and troops came to the country's gate. Among the monks in the country, the flying swords and talismans could hardly damage their armor at all. When the country collapsed, the royal family opened the dusty underground palace. There were no magic weapons and elixirs inside, only a rusty first-generation machine armor called "Xingtian" and a line of blood words engraved on the wall: "The power of the armor comes from the fate of the country. The stronger the country, the stronger the armor." At this time, the fate of the empire was like a candle in the wind.

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