Karen is not stupid, even a very smart girl.

At least by the standards of the general public.

Although she is prone to emotion, she also knows that there are some things that cannot be done by man, such as fighting three against one on a frontal battlefield. The reason for her real anger was actually the voice's doubts about her own abilities and her unconditional trust in the Britannian chatterbox.

He wants my Glasgow?

Give him your keys!

He wants to move freely?

Approve!

It was my turn to lure the enemy, for fear that I would not succeed and let him help.

Just help, listening to the voice means, you don't have much effect when he comes, you just wait for him to finish dealing with it.

The girl's self-esteem was hurt by Yan zhòng, so she made such a decision - to kill them beautifully with one enemy and three! See what else you have to say!

But the reality is brutal. After all, this was the first time Karen had used Sunderland, and although she had taken her head by surprise at first, blowing up the front one at the moment of her fall, she was quickly overwhelmed by the crossfire in front of her at this almost uncovered intersection.

First an arm, then a headmonitor, then a limp, and the body tilted to the left - her left leg was broken by her knee.

Never fall! If you fall now, you're dead!

Karen pressed the muzzle of her gun against the ground and lifted the fuselage.

"The body is globally damaged, and it is impossible to maintain combat effectiveness. Mobility decreased, 95 percent..."

Karen didn't bother to pay attention to the voice, she quickly switched the backup monitor on Sunderland's shoulder, and aimed at the destroyed building not far away, ready to shoot the hook lock to leave the firefight area first.

"・・・

A heavy armor-piercing bullet struck her Sunderland's remaining arm, and it fell straight to the ground without support, and the hook lock was launched a step too late, nailing directly to the ground. Then, another wave of bullets completely ripped off the back of her cockpit.

The air filled with gunsmoke and dust poured into the cockpit, and the bullets that were big enough to tear through the tank swept over her, and the heat brought by it hit her cheeks, and the real feeling of the battlefield filled every pore of the girl in an instant.

Karene began to panic.

"The cockpit is damaged, sixty-five percent, please abandon the aircraft immediately and eject."

Damn it! Where's the handle that kid is talking about?!

Karen's hands groped desperately at her feet.

Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?! How do you do this when it's critical...

A violent vibration came, and Karen lost her balance and fell out of the driver's seat, lying on the monitor.

A purple foot stepped on the edge of the cockpit, preventing her from having a chance to escape. Then, a huge muzzle with the smoke of gunpowder came in, and the heat on the barrel could burn the exposed skin from afar.

Karene began to regret her decision.

I'm going to die here.

I'm really going to die this time, although I have long thought that there will be such a day, but ・・・・・・

No!

Karen! Don't cry! Don't cry!! The girl commanded to herself.

With all the strength of his body, he trembled and straightened his back in this small space, closed his eyes, and waited for the last moment to come.

"Brother・・・・・・

Then, there was a loud bang that burst through the eardrums, and the whole ground shook with it, and the girl's body trembled.

My heart is still beating wildly, and I can still breathe, so ・・・・・・ I'm not dead yet?

The girl opened her eyes suspiciously.

The Sunderland was still standing, its muzzle still pointed at itself, but there was an extra red body beside it.

That's her Glasgow!

Glasgow's left arm plunged into Sunderland's cockpit, and even poked out of the back cover of the cockpit, crimson blood and yellow, yellow, green, and green human organs falling to the ground one by one along its few remaining fingers.

The left hand borrowed from Yucheng was reimbursed.

There's no way around it. If you want to stop instantly at such a high speed, you can't do it with Glasgow's brakes, so you can only find a substitute for the dead to absorb this huge kinetic energy.

Elan chose Sunderland, who was pointing his gun at Karen.

And so this scene happened, a sight that would never have been possible in a textbook.

After stopping his body, Glasgow quickly picked up the Sunderland, which was still in his hand, and used it as a shield between himself and the other Sunderland.

The expected firefight did not take place, and the driver of the other Sunderland was blinded by Glasgow's powerful punch just now, and before he could come to his senses, he was blown up on the spot by a flurry of fire from Ilan.

"Are you hurt?"

Ilan asked, parting Glasgow's left arm. Sunderland, who had died tragically, fell to the ground with that arm.

"Huh? That's... It's okay..."

"Can you still move?"

"Hmm."

"Then we're going to keep running away."

Glasgow got down on one knee and extended his right hand to Karen.

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Karene didn't expect such a tragic situation in the cockpit of Glasgow now.

The Britannian boy's face was covered in blood, and the white hair on his forehead had been dyed red, and he had to constantly wipe the blood from his forehead with his hands to prevent it from getting into his eyes and affecting his vision.

A spider web was knocked out of the monitor in front of him, and although it could barely be displayed, the picture was constantly beating from time to time.

Anyone who stops at a speed of almost 300 kilometers per hour will crash into the windshield.

Besides, there's no seatbelt in the driver's seat of this fucking thing・・・・・・

"Are you... alright?"

Karen knew very well in her heart that this Britannian had made such a wolf to save herself. But a word of sorry is stuck in the throat, and I can't say anything.

"It's not as strict as it seems." The boy still smiled softly. "White is like that, it stands out no matter what it gets on."

Ilan glanced back at Karen and noticed her awkward look.

"If I change to Miss Karen's hair color, I probably won't even notice it myself."

His sneer jokes didn't work.

"I'm sorry!"

Karene is a straightforward girl who doesn't like to owe anything to others, and if she doesn't say this, she will never be able to hold her head up when she sees each other in the future.

"I owe you my life, and I'll pay it back to you later!"

Ilan was stunned for a moment, then laughed softly.

Sure enough, the girl was a hot-blooded idiot・・・・・・

"I accept your apology." The boy wiped the blood from his eyes. "But I don't have to pay my life back."

"I'm sure I'll save you once!" The girl insisted.

"You can't save me."

Ilan shook his head.

"Huh?"

"Because no one can kill me."

"Where did you get your confidence?" said Kalian, puffing out. This guy seems to have said the same thing just now.

"The person who has the ability to kill me is already dead."

"・・・・・・ you're really not right."

"I'm just telling the truth."

Elan lifted his arm and wiped his sleeve on his forehead again.

Although he was chatting with the girl behind him without saying a word, Ilan was thinking about another extremely realistic thing.

In this way, this is not a solution, the display is no longer reliable, if even the field of vision can not be guaranteed, then the next combat capability will be greatly limited. Somehow had to be done to stop the bleeding, but there was simply no time for stitching it up right now. No, even if there is time for stitching, sanitary conditions on this battlefield cannot be guaranteed at all, and even if there are stitches, infection will definitely be infected. So why don't you just let the wound continue to bleed? At the very least, a sterile environment for the wound can be ensured. Now I have a special status, and I should never go into the hospital of Area 11 because of an infected wound. But go on like this・・・・・・

At this moment, a soft object was placed on his forehead.

"Miss Karen?"

The red hairband that had been tied to Kalian's head had been untied by her, and the girl was about to tie it to the door of Elan's head.

"Bear with me."

She ordered Elan to turn her head back with her eyes, and then tied the headband to Elan on her forehead with the lightest force possible.

"It can't stop the bleeding, but it should be able to keep the field of vision. Does it hurt? ”

Ilan touched the headband on her forehead and turned her head to look at Karen in surprise.

"Miss Karen, this is a very clever idea! I didn't even think about it! ”

"It's alright..."

Karene is really not used to being praised by people so high for this little thing, and she is a little embarrassed while being satisfied.

"There's something I have to apologize to you."

"Huh?"

"Just now, when I saw you rushing towards the enemy, I scolded your intellect. I'm sorry, but now it looks like you really have the possibility of learning to play Knightmare! ”

The little affection that Karen had just had for this guy vanished instantly, and with a hard push of her hands holding the headband, a small stream of blood suddenly rushed out of Elan's hair.

"Huh?! Pain! ~~~~~~Light, is it okay to be lighter・・・・・・"

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Culovis slumped limply in his chair.

Just seconds earlier, he had buried almost all of his troops.

More than one hundred and twenty blue points of light representing oneself disappeared in an instant.

His entire armed forces were wiped out by several terrorists・・・・・・

It's over...

This kind of thing can't be hidden.

I wanted to cover up a scandal, but I didn't expect to poke out a bigger one.

Maybe in a few hours, the emperor will appear on the screen in front of him, announcing the abolition of his right to be the heir to the throne.

The clowns in the palace would lament this while finding their master and reporting the great news with a flattering smile.

His woman would lie in his arms and comfort him by saying that it didn't matter that there was still a chance. Then he went to look for other men in a hurry.

Shunezel will come to his palace alone, drink some wine with him, and finally say it's okay, no matter what others say, the second brother believes in your ability, I still have a vacant position here, I need people like you very much, so I will help the second brother in the future.

The group of staff officers were still noisily analyzing the reasons for the total annihilation of the troops, as if there was still a chance to redeem them.

Don't they understand?

It's all over!

I'm going to be deposed!

I'm going to be sent back to the country, and the bastards will be humiliated one by one!

Why don't these idiots under his command understand it yet?!

No!

And so on・・・・・・

Maybe there's a chance!

As long as you can annihilate the terrorists and then lie to the country about the number of enemies...

That's right! Shinjuku has people! As long as all the dead poor people are reported as terrorists, there is a chance to hide from the world!

But what are you going to do with these terrorists?

What else can ・・・・・・

"Your Highness, Your Highness! Well, excuse me, but I feel like you need our special help right now. Your Highness? ”

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"Your Highness, please call it 'Lancelot'."

The Earl of Lloyd was a tall, thin man with rimless glasses, gray hair, and no sign of his age.

Sometimes he can say something very philosophical, and sometimes he looks as naïve as a schoolboy, but most of the time he presents himself as a mad scholar.

But he doesn't care what others think of him, he doesn't want the respect of others. All he wanted was more realism, more money, and more perfection. It is because of this crazy energy that he has become one of the top scientists in the world. At least in terms of weapons research and development, it is not an exaggeration to call him Taishan Beidou.

At this moment, Count Lloyd's mouth was about to reach the root of his ears, and his eyes were curved like two crescents! The look of excitement was palpable.

His real plan was passed by His Royal Highness the Prince!

Well, it's a battle for His Royal Highness, but who cares? I'm about to get the world's first seventh-generation knightmare combat number jù! Who cares if the prince wants it to kill or do pull-ups!

"Lloyd, I have one more request."

The face of the second prince stinks like a stone in a pit.

"Yes, yes, yes! Your Highness. （anythingyouwish,myload.）”

"There is a red Glasgow in that group of terrorists, it is best to capture it alive, and if you can't capture it alive, you will completely tear it to pieces!"

"Of course! Your Highness! Suzaku-kun, do you hear me? If you can't be caught alive, you can tear it apart, that Glasgow or something. ”

"You'd better succeed."

With that, Cullois cut off the communication.

"Mr. Lloyd, do you really want me to drive?" The light brown-haired teenager asked hesitantly, holding the key in his hand.

"Hmmm! Because we don't have anyone else! ”

Lloyd uttered this rather hurtful sentence in an extremely cheerful tone. Then he raced to the computer, humming a jumbled tune while making the final adjustments.

Suzaku didn't know what to say for a while.

It was his first time driving a knightmare, and it would be a lie to say that he wasn't nervous.

What's more, his best friend, Lelouch, is now uncertain about his life and death, and the enemy he is about to face is his own compatriots.

Sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, he was confused for a while.

"It's okay, Suzaku-kun."

A woman with short blue hair bent down and carefully examined the bandages on Suzaku's body, her tone as gentle as her hand.

"It's just a real thing, just follow the manual."

The woman helped him tighten a few knots on the tight bandage, and after making sure that there was no problem, she patted Suzaku on the shoulder to give him confidence. ”

"Thank you, Miss Cecil."

Suzaku clenched his fists, and his confused eyes became firm.

"I want to save them."

"There is no problem in saving people." Lloyd said without looking back. "But that Glasgow must be caught, or the prince will be angry. The prince is angry, well・・・・・・ in fact, it doesn't matter if he's angry, anyway, His Royal Highness will definitely be finished this time. ”

"Mr. Lloyd!"

Cecil was startled and hurried to stop Lloyd. This kind of rebellious words are only something that she, the boss, dares to say without thinking.

"Lala, it's over, Glasgow is finished, His Royal Highness is also finished, and he has to work for the second prince again, so much money. La-la-la-ah!! ・・・・・・”

Cecil slammed a straight punch into Lloyd's stomach.

Lloyd hugged his stomach and squatted down in great pain with tears in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Miss Cecil・・・・・・・"