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... the source of the voice was.

In fact, Akira Ishida's recognizable voice made Lin Youde understand at once. The questioning voice on the communication channel just now was the voice of the driver of the Divine Shield Gundam, Asura.

Lin Youde knew exactly who was speaking.

But what Lin Youde didn't know was what Aslan's question meant.

In the original plot, is there such a plot performance?

Before Lin Youde could recall, the Holy Shield Gundam attacked again.

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