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... ains came from just a single battle. And I was sure much more would come up later on.

These gears weren't just used for defence. Few parts of each set were used to augment speed, others augment strength, and the rest were used like weapons.

All of these gears had the skill to be separated and be remotely controlled, ending up with exploding up and bringing much damage to a wide area.

However the main catch here lies in the amount of energy used to do so. The more energy p ...

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