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(Congratulations to the new helm master "Mathildalol.")
Looking at the stone-piled square and gate, the traces of age were undeniable. With just one glance, one could see the long history of this building.
At this moment, this building drew attention, yet no one dared to approach.
Because a dense military presence, armed with various firearms, had surrounded this massive circular fighting arena. At the same time, eight mechas stood around it.
The dark green steel armor shell wrapped around a heavy body, with four holding heavy shields and four holding massive kinetic rifles. A row of military armored vehicles lined the feet of the mechas.
At the sight of this posture, ordinary people did not dare to come close.
The black gun muzzles pointed skyward at an angle, but the expressionless vigilance of the soldiers invisibly separated the crowd.
"Please present your identity information."
