Ilan kept calculating Gawain's height from the ground.

Schunezel seemed to sense something, and was slowly retreating so as not to panic.

Damn・・・・・・

Time is running out.

He couldn't have known his own plans, but he still made the best decision, and Shonezel, this guy, Ilan, even wondered for a moment if he also had the ability to read minds.

30 meters...

Not enough・・・・・・

"Push it to the side of that hill!" Elan ordered.

Suzaku faithfully carried out the order, and after several points of positioning and shooting, finally forced Gawain to retreat to the low stone slope.

Twenty-five meters... It's still too high, but if you count the acceleration of the slope・・・・・・

"Now!"

Lancelot received the order and plunged his head into the range of the opponent's geass. Unlike the previous situation, this time he obviously has the momentum of going and not returning.

Gawain, who had become accustomed to this old routine, used the range stop skill again, and Lancelot slowly stopped in place, and was about to open fire, but sparks splashed coldly behind him.

Glasgow?!

Suspension !!

Luo Luo broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly turned the muzzle of the cannon, and met the enemy head-on.

With this distraction, Geass vanished.

Regained consciousness, Suzaku sprinted towards the hillside again, and at the same time Gawain finally opened fire on Glasgow.

Elan can't see...

He didn't even look at the sky when he fired the gun just now, and now he couldn't make out the black dot in the air at all, so he could only squint his eyes and calculate the direction of the muzzle of the gun through the number on the radar.

The familiar voice rang out in the air again.

When the barrel is pressurized, the surrounding air is decomposed into ions in a very short time, and then the resonant sound produced by the combination of cold and the blasting sound caused by the arc breaking through the air.

Theoretically it is impossible to avoid the physical performance of Glasgow.

However, the surrounding terrain has long been engraved in my mind, and the opponent's attack pattern has been figured out.

It only takes a few seconds.

My word, no problem.

Breathe deeply.

So, let's dance・・・・・・

Ilan nudged the lever with both hands, and the Glasgow leaned forward, and the moment the beam shone headhead, it almost slipped out of the killing range.

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

Maybe death was near, or maybe it was a sense of what was about to happen, and the surrounding qiē seemed to slow down.

His body has reached its limit, and it is not surprising that he will die even in the next second.

No, it's the strangest thing that I can still survive by using geass at such a high frequency.

You don't have to look in the mirror to know that you must be very wolf now.

Purple-black lips, deep-set eye circles, bruised tendons, covered in cold sweat. Uncontrollable tremors in both hands, blackened vision due to severe hypoxia. The heart was protesting, struggling, but it was as if it was being pinched by a cold hand, and every beating was a torture, and there were only imperceptible ups and downs with all the best efforts.

finally got a respite in the tug-of-war with Lancelot, but he didn't want this Glasgow to die to find his own door.

Aside from Lancelot, there is no second mech in the world that has enough power to get out of Gawain's firing line on the ground, let alone this prehistoric mech.

The sluggish movements, the slow speed, the bulky steps, the delay in the body's feedback caused by the overloaded battle, and the abnormality of the opposing pilot, which I felt just now, are all telling Sù Luoluo that this Glasgow is already dead, but...

Why can't you hit him?!!

No matter how much they chased the opponent's trajectory, the hadron cannon could only pass the edge of the opponent's body, and Glasgow could always twist his waist and slide his step to change position in a smooth and incredible way within the most extreme distance, which was about to be swallowed up.

From his own height, the other party had not moved at all, as if they were dancing around a black pillar of light. The line of fire that can be corrected with just a slight touch of a finger, but it can't catch up with the pace of the other party.

One step, even between one step in Glasgow, you can't find half a straight line!

Why...

I'm just a mortal, but why am I afraid of the other party・・・・・・ why can't I kill him?!!

If I don't kill him, he'll kill me. If I don't kill him, the Order will kill me. If I don't kill him, I'll lose the meaning of being a zài, and I'll die・・・・・・

So, please... Please! Go to hell!

In this moment, time is extended indefinitely. For a moment, it was as if he had established some kind of connection with the driver of the Glasgow.

He's... wasn't dodging at all? Rather...

That's why he's like an unpredictable prophet, and can be faster than a fraction of a second faster than himself every time? That's why I couldn't hit him anyway, because my line of fire was exactly what he planned?

The condition of the body of both sides, parameters. The surrounding terrain. The driver's body, mind, feelings, habits. The range of my geass, the frequency, all the qiē have already been calculated by him.

I see...

Am I being controlled by him now?

He didn't look at me at all, and the current battle was just happening in the other person's mind.

The surrounding qiē disappeared, and the world fell into darkness, leaving only the small red dot on the ground in sight.

It was only himself and the driver of the Glasgow that remained.

Is that really "powerful" that humans can have?

Really, is there such a human being who is above "God" in the flesh?

If that's where I'm going. If I die here, it's my destiny to die at the hands of this guy・・・・・・

I...

I ・・・・・・

I'm just・don't・・・・・・

I am the one chosen by fate.

I'm a child favored by God...

"I won't be defeated by humans!!"

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

Three

Two

One

Glasgow came to a screeching halt, and the hadron cannon came to an abrupt halt.

The right arm of the fuselage has been melted in half, the red paint has long since turned into black charcoal under the high temperature, and the surrounding air distorted by the remaining heat of hundreds of degrees on the fuselage, rattling with the rapid cooling, like a demon that has just crawled out of the lava of hell.

"Do it!"

"Yes!"

Suzaku had already rounded the hill within five seconds of Elan's firepower. At this moment, he was crushing the joystick with both hands, and rushed towards the top of the hill at a speed that flew close to the ground!

"Catch me! Arrive! Yes!!! ”

Suzaku roared loudly, stepping on the pedal with red eyes.

This is the first time since Lancelot's model that the safety limit has been lifted with full force, and the instantaneous acceleration of sixteen G's is enough to kill even the best driver in the world. As if it was blown away by explosives at zero distance, the blood in Suzaku's whole body was instantly pressed behind him, and there was no pain, and his brain completely died.

But just a second later, Suzaku's inhuman physique still dragged his consciousness back to his body quite unreasonably. Ignoring the vertigo caused by the rupture of his eardrum, Suzaku drew the long sword at his waist and held the hilt of the sword behind his back, Lancelot's body bent backwards, and a fully open longbow pounced on Gawain, who was in a state of charge.

"Go! Die!!! ”

With a loud sound of gold and iron, the long sword in Lancelot's hand had pierced Gawain's barrel from his waist!

Lolo was caught all the attention of Glasgow, and didn't realize he was on the road until he was hit by something from behind and almost flew out of the driver's seat.

"Now!"

Ilan couldn't see it, but judging by the sound, it was a success.

Lancelot hugged Gawain like an octopus, pinning himself to it, and aimed his other hand at Glasgow and shot a hook lock, nailing it to the ground in front of it. His fingers pinched the output button on the joystick, and under Lancelot's brute force, Gawain's waist was suddenly strangled in.

Sensing the gap in the strength of the two hairs, Lolo gave up the idea of tearing him off himself. Gritting his teeth, he prayed and started the geass again. Unexpectedly, Suzaku has locked the output system one step earlier, no matter how you do it, Lao Tzu will never let go!

It's over・・・・・・

Glasgow stood motionless with his back to the sky.

[I'll wait for you.] 】

Ilan's voice rang into Lolo's ears through the guò outside the public broadcast.

[I promise not to run this time, please fire.] 】

Glasgow said and opened his arms.

・・・・・・ as you wish・・・・・・

Knowing what the other party is planning, knowing that the other party is provoking, the other party must have countermeasures, but he can't think of it at all. Lolo bit his lip and pulled the trigger in a sense of humiliation.

Ilan listened intently, and after confirming the sound of electricity in the air, a smile finally appeared on his face.

[Good. 】

He praised the other party without hesitation, but his eyes were staring at the radar, the position parameter of another target.

After a silent count of half a second in his heart, Glasgow grabbed the reins in front of him and pulled backwards at the same time as the hadron cannon was activated!

Gawain was pulled around a hundred and eighty degrees, and a black pillar of light streaked across the sky, drawing a long line of fire on the mountainside of Mount Fuji, and finally, it was fixed on Avalon in the distance.

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

The contact between the energy weapons didn't shake, and Honezel only felt a darkness in front of him, and then Avalon's shield emitted a blazing light, causing him to raise his hand to cover his eyes. The originally transparent energy shield quickly turned red, and the alarm in the bridge was loud, and everyone behind them was in chaos.

"Your Highness is dangerous!"

"The shield generator is overheating!"

"Cut off Gawain's weapon system!"

As he spoke, the hadron cannon had already penetrated the shield and bombarded the bow of the ship. Schunezel grabbed the railing first, so that he was not knocked to the ground.

Luo Luo, who was in a furious state in the distance, finally realized that he had made a big mistake and hurriedly released the trigger.

"Report the damage!" The captain roared hoarsely.

"The bow armor is pierced! The bow fire system is normal! The powertrain is not affected! ”

"The shield generator is overheating protected! Estimated cooldown time of 3 minutes and 15 seconds! The energy loss of the whole ship is 3%, and it does not affect...

"Retreat at full speed." Schunezel, who hadn't spoken for a long time, spoke coldly, his hands clutching the railing tightly.

It was reversed.

Attack and defense, to put it bluntly, there are only these two elements. If the strongest spear can't penetrate the enemy's weakest link, any tactical surprise attack is a piece of paper.

This is the case with the Black Knights.

In terms of defense, he will definitely not be able to withstand our attacks. In terms of attack, he will never be able to penetrate our defenses.

Mortal situation.

And he, in fact, counted my chess pieces in his own resources.

Use my spear to stab my shield・・・・・・

This is a chess player who thinks outside the chessboard, in the center of the war, but with the perspective of a spectator. This kind of thing that is obviously contrary to human nature has really happened, right in front of my eyes・・・・・・

Someone with such intelligence has never met in this life.

Agitated?

Eat one's heart out?

Excited?

Fear?

I used to be so disgusted with war, so disgusted with human strife. That's stupid, unnecessary internal friction. Animal remnants of man, ugly inferior roots.

But now, that thought has been shaken.

I know that I must cut it down and kill it as soon as possible, but I can't help but hope to play against him again.

The former self has always been wearing a decorative smile, and there is no wave in his heart, and there is a dead silence. And now, I can't laugh, but my heart is so excited.

It doesn't matter who ZERO is, he's just a puppet with a mask.

The driver in Glasgow was the real source of the trouble.

Can there be such an enemy・・・・・・

It's just wonderful.

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

"Kill him!"

Both the geass and the cannon were cooled, and Gawain was now a big chunk of flying flesh that could be dismantled back to parts in a matter of seconds with Lancelot's destructive power.

Without saying a word, Suzaku pulled out another sword from his waist, the vibration mode turned on, the blade turned red, and stabbed into the cockpit like butter. The other hand was not idle, and grabbed the bone spur suspension device behind Gawain, and tore it off!

Gawain fell slowly like a butterfly with broken wings, and Lancelot did not let it go, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands in the process of falling, stabbing the black body in the back again and again, stirring, tearing, and seemingly determined to completely dismember Gawain before it fell to the ground.

Ilan ignored him and ran desperately in the direction of Avalon.

[Why are you stunned? Do you want me to teach you?! 】

Avalon doesn't fly fast, and he has too much spare energy to pull up.

An overheated shield generator requires a large current to cool it, and the remaining voltage is not enough to allow it to evacuate at full speed.

In other words, the current Avalon is a target!

[Knock it down!] 】

Ilan announced the whole army on the airwaves.

Everyone who finally reacted raised their guns in unison and aimed them in the air, tongues of fire emerged from all corners of the mountain, and more than a dozen RPG shots dragged white smoke on Avalon's belly. Fireballs of all sizes exploded under the black hull.

The huge hull brings with it the ability to resist the sky, and the armor is not very thick, but the advantage is that the health bar is long enough. The remnants of the Black Knights were already small, and after round after round, there was no trend of defeating the opponent.

"Shumu, you go!"

"Yes!"

A white shadow flashed past Glasgow and instantly leapt to the front of the troops, leaving Elan behind and eating ashes.

Avalon noticed the white dot at the speed of light, all of the ship's guns locked onto it, several tongues of fire erupted from the hull, and dust flew around Lancelot.

Suzaku who has been baptized by Gawain cares about this kind of pediatrics, and it is a joke that a live weapon is in front of the energy shield. didn't even dodge, the shield of both arms opened and was in front of it, and the live ammunition bounced off one after another, and sparks flew everywhere. Lancelot fought his way to the bottom of Avalon with the might of thousands of troops.

"Go up!" Elan ordered.

Suzaku decisively fired the hook lock at the bow of the Avalon, and the cables were bottomed out, but they were still a little bit behind.

Lancelot leaned down and jumped again with all his might with a run-up, this time finally pinning the hook under the bow. Teared by the huge G-force twice in a row, Suzaku's internal organs finally couldn't bear it anymore, and a mouthful of blood gushed up, and the person almost lost consciousness.

The shield was pressed against it, and the winch retracted, dragging Lancelot up.

Win!

Just as this thought flashed through Suzaku's mind, he found that his body had lost its gravity.

The cable was broken by a machine gun.

Suzaku's eyes widened, and he slowly fell with an incredulous expression.

How could it be・・・・・・

It's already this far... So many people have died...

Gawain・・・200,000 troops・・・Fighting for ten days without sleeping・・・So many impossible things have been realized...

At the last minute...

"It's not over yet!!"

Ilan's voice came from the airwaves.

There was a violent shock, the alarm in the cockpit exploded, and the monitor indicated that Lancelot's waist was damaged. The body seemed to be dragged down by something, and Suzaku floated into the air, and the whole person was attached to the monitor.

"Elan?!"

Glasgow finally arrived on the scene. The height of Avalon was beyond its reach, but Lancelot was the only thing it could reach. Elan nailed the hook into Lancelot's midfield and dragged Glasgow off the canvas.

It's too heavy.

Ilan pulled up the right handle, detached the scrapped right arm, and then held the rifle behind him in a seppuku position, pulling the trigger on his waist and amputating the lower half of Glasgow's body.

With only one-third of the mass remaining, Glasgow's acceleration suddenly tripled.

Not enough, still not enough, so you can't fly at all!

There's no second chance, and it's slow, but Avalon is really slowly rising, if it doesn't catch it this time・・・・・・

There is no future.

A figure loomed in the field of vision.

Some... white figure ・・・・・・

Elan's eyes widened, trying to see more clearly.

Hands trembling into the air, trying to grab each other.

It seems that the voice can be heard.

Still...

Still...

Still ・・・・・・

"Go!! Yes!!! ”

Lancelot grabbed Glasgow's hand in the air, twisted the fuselage, stirred his legs, and exerted force to his waist, driving his shoulders to his elbows and wrists. This powerless place in the air, squeezing the energy of every electronic muscle to the limit, Glasgow was thrown into the air like a pebble on a slingshot. Lancelot spun violently, and the meteorite slammed into the ground.

Glasgow flew a little more upwards over the bow of the ship before halting its ascent, slamming heavily into the bridge window.

Losing the cushion of his legs, this time he really slapped to the ground from the height of a three-story building, which is nothing to Ilan in normal times, but now it is a different matter.

Is it a broken rib?

Now... What are you going to do? Now I'm going to do it, right・・・・・・

After a brief moment of distraction, Ilan struggled to prop himself up from the monitor and knocked on the window of the bridge with his gun.

[Ding Dong.] Ahem, ahem... Ahem, Your Royal Highness? 】