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... ected by an atmosphere.

   Similarly, not all planets have enough satellites.

  In fact, meteorites fall from the sky is the normal state of most planets, and at this time, this thing needs to be dispatched to directly melt and destroy the meteorites in outer space.

   This thing is a permanent weapon at the planetary level, and despite its series of unreliable nicknames, its real name should be called 'Super Large Energy Launcher'.

The main reason why the Star Destro ...

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