At the moment when the body was hit, Suzaku instinctively used the most extreme reaction to protect Lancelot's hands in front of him, and at the same time opened the shields on his arms, finally blocking the opponent's bullets.

Exhaled the breath he was holding, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out on Suzaku's body.

There was nothing special about that Glasgow, it just stood there and shot him a few times. But it was just a few simple shots that forced him into danger, and the muzzle of the other party's gun never seemed to point in the direction where he was, but unswervingly pointed to the point where he was about to appear in the next second!

That feeling is like having the ability to predict the future, and it's like being accused by the other party of walking into a trap, which makes people chill down the spine.

This Glasgow pilot is not at the same level as himself! Now he finally understood why His Royal Highness the Prince would explain to him that he must dispose of this Glasgow.

Suzaku is actually very similar to Karen in that they are pilots who rely on instinct, and their bodies react far faster than their brains can process. For example, if suddenly a shell comes at them, they will sense the danger at the first time, and then make a beautiful sideways turn and let go of the shell. But if you ask him how he did it, he will definitely not be able to answer, let him do it again when he is not in danger, then there is a chance that he will play badly.

Suzaku, whose vision was blocked by the smoke, once again instinctively stretched out his right arm and pointed to his lower left. The moment he lost his vision, he saw Glasgow begin to move to his left. He doesn't know how to calculate time, he just senses that the other party must be there now!

His instincts were correct - if Glasgow hadn't slowed down earlier.

The smoke cleared, and he found that his hook had not hit Glasgow, but had been nailed a few metres in front of him. Glasgow did not stop, but accelerated again, grabbed the cable, and used centrifugal force to make a half-circle, and paused.

Lancelot was also dragged to the ground with the force of this blow.

Glasgow let go of his hand and pulled out his gun from behind, breaking the cable in front of him with a single shot. Then, again, it aimed its gun at the point where Lancelot was about to touch the ground.

Suzaku suddenly felt a chill in his heart when he saw this scene. He hurriedly adjusted the body back to its equilibrium, and kicked diagonally before touching the ground, forcing the body to move sharply to the right.

Sure enough, two bullets grazed Lancelot's toes and burst open on the concrete floor.

But the first qiē was far from over, and just as Suzaku was congratulating on the successful dodge this time, Lancelot's fuselage detonated, and the alarm system instantly dyed the cockpit red. He hurriedly looked up to see that the muzzle of the black hole in Glasgow was still in front of him, and he knew that he had once again crashed into the bullet that the enemy had fired earlier.

This time he didn't have time to open Lancelot's shield, and the left shoulder of the mech was pierced directly by the enemy's armor-piercing bullet.

No! You can't stop now, stop and it's over! Gotta get moving!

But even if you move, you ・・・・・・ damn it! What to do!

Suzaku finally made a decision.

Withdraw from the opponent's range of fire first!

You can't jump, you can't turn, you can't run in a straight line, then you have to use the most untechnical method to escape.

Suzaku turned to face the Glasgow, unfurled the shield on his right arm in front of him, lowered the fuselage, and retreated into the reinforced concrete forest with the advantage of speed.

Seeing this, Ilan's brow furrowed.

"F1 calls for the whole group, and from now on F1 is free to move again, and the original commander will continue to command."

"F1, is there no problem?"

Lelouch knew what he was thinking, and Ilan wanted to entangle the white knightmare himself so that the army could move on. This is the only feasible plan at the moment, and if the white body is not expelled from the battlefield, it will not be possible to capture Cullovis no matter what.

There are only two possibilities for Kulovis not to retreat in this situation.

1. He has become so stupid that ordinary people can't imagine it.

2. He has already transferred troops from other military districts in the 11th district to support, and the dignity of the royal family, and public opinion in the palace do not allow him to take half a step back now.

Lelouch chose to believe in the second. And now they have been delayed for a long time, if they continue to drag it out・・・・・・

"Now I probably know the level of the other pilot." Ilan pushed the joystick, and Glasgow followed him into the complex. "Today is indeed a lucky day for us."

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The Earl of Lloyd was also looking at the red Glasgow on the monitor in Guò Lancelot.

"Cecil-kun, what do you think?" He pushed his glasses as he spoke.

"The driver of that Glasgow ・・・・・・ very powerful, Suzaku-kun may be in danger." Cecil didn't know what to say about the other party anymore.

The feeling that she couldn't escape from the other party's grasp despite all her efforts made her feel chills on her as a bystander.

"I mean the body, not the driver."

"The values are beyond expectations, and Suzaku's dodge just now has already exerted Lancelot to a super level. It's a blessing to have him. ”

"Cecil, I'm talking about that Glasgow." Lloyd sighed.

"Well, it's just an ordinary Glasgow, it doesn't do anything beyond the limit, it doesn't seem to have been modified."

Cecil looked at Lloyd with some concern. The work that he worked so hard to did suffered under the hands of a prehistoric old antique who was three generations behind him, and no one could stand it, let alone his neurotic boss.

"That's not the case, Cecil-kun, that's no ordinary Glasgow・・・・・・" Lloyd's fists clenched, his body trembling slightly, and his face turned hideous.

"That's just scrap! An incomplete knightmare! That driver! Whoever he is, he's definitely ruining Glasgow's balance system! ”

"Balancing the system?"

As Lloyd's assistant, Cecil certainly knew what the balance system was.

For Knightmare, it's inferior to the central processing unit (CPU), an important system like the human cerebellum.

As a humanoid upright weapon, Knightmare must learn how to balance before learning to fight. It should involve the shift of the center of gravity in every movement of it, for example, if there is no balance system to tilt the fuselage slightly, the fuselage will definitely fall to the ground. Speaking of movement, if the body does not have a corresponding forward angle when accelerating, and there is no left and right tilt when turning, then the result can be imagined.

Without the balance system, Knightmare would have been nothing more than an iron lump with four tentacles.

But・・・・・・

"Is this unlikely, Mr. Lloyd?"

Without it, Knightmare would have fallen as soon as he took a step forward, and it would have been impossible for the driver to do anything.

"I can see it when it turns a corner, and that action can't be done on a 'complete' body."

The process of pulling Lancelot's cable in a circle and then standing firm, and doing it with another body, will definitely stretch the feet forward and the body sink, forming a C-shaped shape to keep the body balanced. But the Glasgow was almost with his feet off the ground, and he went around in a straight and straight half circle, exerting the centrifugal force to the maximum, which smashed Lancelot to the ground.

"The balance system, starting from the gyroscope, has finally developed to today's quantum balance, and we have been studying the work for half a century and finally approaching perfection, and it will lose to the manual operation・・・・・・ unexpectedly..."

Lloyd slammed his fist into the control panel.

Unwilling!

Nonrecognition!

The system that researchers have worked so hard to breed through countless realities and calculations is actually a dispensable thing in the eyes of that driver! It's actually a kind of constraint that restricts his ability!

"Cecil! Let Suzaku retreat! We're running away! ”

"Huh? But His Highness he... "Cecil was startled, what should His Highness do with his orders?

"Suzaku has failed, Lancelot has failed! In a few minutes, there will be no more Three Princes, understand?! ”

"・・・・・・ understood."

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"Let's dance, let's dance, that's the rhythm."

Ilan whispered softly, shot at the white body that was bouncing in front of him, and each shot forced the opponent to change direction to prevent it from leaving his field of vision to pursue the large army.

"Stop playing! Kill it! Karene commanded.

Karen's expectation was that the white body was on the run, while they followed behind unhurriedly, playing with each other. And looking at this kid's easy appearance, it seems that he hasn't contributed at all!

"Sorry, it can't be done. I've done my best. ”

"You're not serious at all, okay!"

"This, in fact, has nothing to do with whether I admit it seriously or not. Our firepower wasn't lethal to him, and the pilot, I'm pretty sure he was a novice now, was just stunned right now. As long as he calms down, we're in big trouble, so we can't let him be idle now. ”

"Didn't you just say you were sure to kill him?"

"Then I have to wait for the other party to cooperate with me."

"Huh?" Karlian was confused.

"When he figured it out and lunged at us."

Ilan fired another shot at the building in front of him, directly tearing the balcony on the fifth floor to pieces. Originally, he wanted to reach out and grab the balcony, but Lancelot, who had flipped to the roof of the building, grabbed it and the fuselage began to fall.

Residual ammunition, 6 percent. Energy surplus, eleven percent.

So, when are you going to find out, rookie-kun? Ilan thought to herself. The hook was fired and pulled Glasgow underneath Lancelot, the muzzle of the gun pointed straight upwards.

Suzaku didn't want to hide anymore, and the depression almost burst through his chest.

Why is this happening? Didn't Mr. Lloyd say that this is the strongest knightmare in the world? Why was it pushed to this point by a Glasgow? There's not a second to breathe, and you'll be destroyed with just a little distraction!

No, this machine is really powerful, all its performance is so perfect, it's not Lancelot who is weak! It's yourself!

"Ah!!h

Suzaku unfolded his shield, curled up behind it, and smashed straight down on Ilan.

Elan didn't waste bullets. The body took a step back, retracted the gun behind him, and directly controlled the body and fell backwards.

This is another action that cannot be done under the constraints of the balance system - fall!

Lancelot flew up and swept towards the opponent the moment he hit the ground, and with Glasgow's mobility, he would never be able to dodge, but if he could predict that, it would be another matter. Sure enough, Lancelot's leg swept in front of Glasgow, and the red monster's remaining right arm immediately grabbed this leg, lifted it up with a backward momentum, and smashed Lancelot half a circle and smashed it on the ground behind him.

This is definitely not light, and Sunderland will definitely fall apart. But the white alien body paused for only a second, then rolled over and stood up, rushing towards Glasgow again.

"I've finally gotten my head up..."

It's not that the other party has figured it out, or whether the blood is on the head, in short, the pilot of the white body chose to fight for the death, and a momentum of the same end came to his face. At first glance it may seem reckless, but it's actually the wisest thing to do right now.

Lancelot didn't have a gun, it had a hook on both arms, now that one was broken and one arm was scrapped, it had lost all means of ranged attack. Judging from the way he attacked just now, the opponent was still the same set of fast movements to dazzle your eyes, and then quickly approached to kill the enemy with one hit.

This is a routine for dealing with miscellaneous soldiers, and it does not apply to Elan.

As it stands, Elan has ranged attack and can blow you up directly in your path, while you have defense, mobility, explosiveness, and even a shield. All the advantages are beckoning you to fight that Glasgow hand-to-hand fight, and this rookie, after being shot by Glasgow and almost playing him to death, actually took three minutes to figure it out.

With your mech's strength, even if you hold Glasgow and squeeze hard, you can end the fight!

Looking at the white body that unfolded its shield and rushed towards him, Ilan simply didn't draw his gun. Instead, he stretched his right arm slightly, giving Glasgow a tendency to fall to the right.

"Hold on." Ilan instructed the girl behind her.

Suzaku didn't think much about it in his head, so he just stood the shield in front of him and slammed it over. The intuition teenager's sense of battle is indeed sharp, and he can't say that he has a reason, but his body just knows the best choice. What else can you do if you just bump into it without any fancy?!

Then, it's my turn to dance for Your Excellency.

At the moment when the body finally lost its balance, Glasgow's left foot kicked on the ground, and his right foot fell forward, and the body spun violently, falling to the right, giving way to Lancelot's impact.

At the moment of misalignment, Glasgow's right foot exerted force again, and the power from the ground was added to the waist hydraulics and then transmitted to the shoulder, pushing the speed of Glasgow's rotation to the extreme!

This huge force of inertia finally passed through Glasgow's right elbow and smashed into the cockpit behind Lancelot!

As if it had been hit by a cannonball, the white body flew to the left, and with a loud bang, it was embedded in the distant building.

Lancelot didn't move again.

In Glasgow's cockpit, the alarm sounded, all the instruments pointed to the red zone, the water temperature and oil pressure reached the top of the scale, and the fuselage was constantly shaking like asthma.

The girl fell behind Ilan, her eyes losing focus, and her mouth kept saying things like I'm going to kill you・・・・・・ as if she had fainted.

The pilot of the white body, if nothing else, must have been shocked to death, and if this is not dead, then Ilan can only pay tribute to the designers of the body. However, it is necessary to check it out, and it would be nice to take that unit with you.

Regardless of that, Glasgow's right hand was basically scrapped, and black hydraulic fluid seeped through every gap in his elbow and fell to the ground in a trickle.

Under Yilan's control, this arm finally took out the rifle behind him one by one, and the piercing friction sound made people feel as if one more inch of movement would break a certain steel bar in the arm.

Glasgow struggled with the last bit of energy towards the ruins where Lancelot was buried, and there was not enough voltage, which made every step very difficult.

But Ilan patted the dashboard with a smile, he was very satisfied with the old guy's appearance.

By the time you're glorious to scrap it, you've blown it off with your broken buddies, and you've single-handedly killed the world's strongest knightmare.