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"Eng!" Doyle walked ahead and looked at the various armor pieces.

He stayed there for a few seconds, seemingly thinking of something. Seeing this, Lucius raised his hand and placed it on Doyle's head before injecting a string of hell energy with the instructions.

Doyle's eyes glowed for a bit and he learned quickly. He picked up the chest piece first and opened it up. The chest piece was composed of the front plate and the backplate. He first pout on the backpla ...

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