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"I believe this!" Several technologies have used up all of my magic spar. If I can't win, I will return to them. "In the past two days, your construction speed has to be accelerated. Atlantis's scouts are collecting intelligence. The Japanese will soon trade a powerful combat technology with the Underwater City. We need to come forward to intercept these enemy ships at any time. "

"But our Isinger's warships are not enough! Our current number of warships is only sixty or more ...

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