Like a meteor streaked across the sky, it was a small white dot on the horizon the last second, and this second, it has begun to slow down not far from the coast.

According to Newton's first theorem, if you open your stance at nearly twice the speed of sound and slow down at the opposite side of the motion, the result is that the whole body is crushed into a piece of paper.

The power is cut off first, and the air resistance of the machine itself slows down, dropping below the speed of sound in a matter of seconds. Then, the body is adjusted and the body is curled up, like a parkour runner hanging on a wall with one hand ready to jump back, and the hexagonal stance spreads out, rapidly expanding in order to maintain a continuous deceleration of 7 to 8 Gs, the theoretical limit of the human body. The wall of gas set off in the place was enough to blow the infantry flying! The feeling of the mecha on the ground is not obvious, but the air unit can clearly feel that its vehicle is being pushed backwards by the powerful air wave, and only by increasing the output can it stabilize the mech.

It seems complicated, but the actual operation is less than five seconds from top speed to standstill. As you can imagine, how taxing this is on the driver's body.

Both sides of the battle laid down their weapons at the same time, and all eyes were focused on the white mech directly above the battlefield.

The way it fell was strange.

Most of the hovering devices of the aerial mechs are on the back, so whether they are rising or falling, they feel like they are being lifted or put down by something, and the visual perception of the emptiness under their feet is very obvious. This one is different, it seems to be standing on a floating platform, slowly descending.

The moment it landed, the body was circular, and a circle of regular hexagonal smoke and dust was lifted dozens of meters away.

The battlefield was silent, without a single sound.

Saladin stood up slowly, twisting his neck at first--wait?! Twist your neck?! Then the smooth armor of the face opened, revealing the radar hidden underneath. The aperture swiped across the screen, as if looking for something.

After a moment of silence, the white body suddenly raised its right hand and scratched its head with its index finger, looking troubled.

Everyone's jaws opened involuntarily, and their eyes widened.

Compared to the appearance method that seems to be able to tear through space, the meaningless little actions that this mecha just made are more people, how to say it? In a dream?

Saladin could not judge what was the driver's ineffective operation, he would only faithfully restore all the actions of the person in his body, and it was this characteristic that made it feel infinitely close to that of a living body.

[Looks like one is missing? 】

The bewildered voice of the deputy conductor was heard through the public road.

Saladin didn't seem to realize the muzzle of the gun that the eight Valkyries in the air were pointing at him, scratching the back of his head and looking around.

【South?】 Nan Gaojia? Are you there? Dead? Who is the current Warband Leader? 】

After nearly a year of training by the deputy conductor, the athlete is all too familiar with this voice. It was only now that he was finally determined that the pilot of the strange mech was none other than Ilan.

[It's me, OS00101, Asakura Ken'er! ] The warband leader had died ten minutes earlier. 】

Saladin was stunned for a moment, smacked his lips, lowered his head with his hands on his hips, and kicked the ground with his toes. [I'm sorry to all of you, it's all the Earl Pudding's fault, the original plan was to ambush in the bay before the war.] Really, the ambush annihilation war turned into a counterattack and rescue war. Nan is a good person... Although he doesn't talk much, he is also very boring, and his sense of saving zài is super low, but he is a good person anyway...

[Yes.] 】

[Everyone did a great job, and to be honest, I didn't expect this battle to be like this. 】

[Yes.] 】

[By the way, let me ask, there should have been a Valkyrie before, and she didn't want to fight, but was she beaten down? ] 】

[Yes.] 】

[What did you do?] 】

[No, it was friendly artillery fire, and the opposing master will destroy it.] 】

[Hey~~~~~~? 】

No matter how long the reflex arc is, the person has now completely come to his senses.

If this mechage had just stood there quietly, its deterrent power would have been unparalleled, and this silent coercion would have completely vanished the moment one of the pilots spoke.

Seeing that this uninvited guy was actually in his own living room, shushing and greeting this group of terrorists, as if the muzzle of the gun pointed at him was all made of foam, the Valkyries couldn't help but be angry.

I don't know who finally mustered up the courage to aim at Saladin and pull the trigger.

Two hundred meters apart, it was already a close exchange of fire for Knightmare. There is no such thing as a miss, as long as the other party does not realize it at the moment of firing, the battle is over.

Until the moment the muzzle of the gun spewed flames, the white body still did not move.

In the next second, the white figure disappeared, and the bullet hit the empty ground. At the same time, the consciousness of the driver who fired disappeared.

As flames erupted from the muzzle of the opponent's gun, Saladin appeared behind the Valkyrie as if teleporting. At this point, it slowly pulled its arm from the Valkyrie's cockpit, and its snow-white hand was stained scarlet.

Falling to the ground, his wrist flicking.

Unable to adhere to the smooth dù20K plating, the blood rained down, staining a reddish semicircle at Saladin's feet.

The hand was still as white as ever.

Not to mention dodging, the eyes can't even keep up with the other party's figure! Both mentally and physically, this death can be said to be painless!

"You guys... seem to have killed a lot of my people.] 】

Yilan said lightly.

[Pay for your life.] 】

Even when jumping on the ground, Saladin will still take a certain range of positions according to the ground conditions, ensuring that his feet will not lose momentum due to the subsidence of the ground. Combined with the fact that the legs are longer than those of other KMFs, the working time is longer and the weight is lighter, so that from a third point of view, the movement of the body seems to appear at the next point as if it disappears.

At the moment when Ilan finished speaking, the people of the Black Knights lost Saladin's place.

The sky was dyed red.

A white afterimage strung together the seven fireballs.

First the picture, then the loud explosion. Just before the rain of fiery fragments fell on the ground of the battlefield, Saladin had already appeared in his previous position.

Seven fireballs.

There was only one explosion.

Didn't even see what its weapon was!

What the hell is it?! This white monster! This ・・・・・・

This can't be counted as a "war" at all, can it?!

Even though they knew that Saladin was their own, everyone in the Black Knights still couldn't help but chill all over their bodies.

With this mech, whether it's quantity or quality, whether it's formation or terrain, every element of war is meaningless, isn't it? This is the only machine, which is against thousands of troops and horses...

"It's not that good," Ilan muttered to himself.

He was the only one here who didn't look into the air, his eyes focused on Saladin's power.

The consumption is really large, this kind of emergency stop and then accelerate. It eats up five percent of the battery in an instant, and the battery life is really a big problem. Combined with the energy expended when the sound barrier was broken just now, only 11% remains.

How to say it, the supersonic function has no meaning on the real battlefield except for rushing to save the field, and subsonic hand-to-hand dog fighting is the main theme of the ace battle. If you fight at the speed you just had, you're going to have 10 to 15 minutes.

Well, that's enough.

Its design idea is not to be a military weapon, and it is not used to call miscellaneous soldiers when it comes out of the womb.

Saladin admittedly uses a lot of cutting-edge technology such as motion capture, but on the other hand, it's a "very low-tech" organism. You can't fly in the sky, you can't glide like other KMFs on the ground, the endurance is pitiful, and there is not even a long-range weapon. Its design can be said to be extremely simple, but this is not to say that Lloyd screwed up, on the contrary, Saladin is definitely the holy grail of the career of the Count of Pudding.

There is nothing easier in the world than to complicate something simple, and there is nothing more complicated than to simplify something complex.

Kill the thorns in the opposing faction and destroy the opponent's area-of-effect weapons. Most importantly, kill the enemy in front of the enemy and strangle them before the commander gives the first command. These are the purposes for which Saladin was born.

As long as these things can be done, the war has been won.

Ten minutes is enough.

Then, it's time to get down to business.

[Ken, where's the round table? 】

【Oil refining in the northwest...】

Before he could finish his sentence, as if he wanted to answer himself, Pavahir broke through the roof of the refinery and looked down at the white uninvited guest from afar.

【・・・Eastland, Emperor, Britannia・・・・・・】

The vampire's trembling voice was filled with irrepressible excitement.

[I've killed men, women, old people, children, subhumans, Britannians, but it's great that the royal family has never... Your Highness...

[Ahh Saladin waved his hand with interest. [Can I trouble you to commit suicide quickly?] It doesn't matter if it's from the mouth or from the chin, as long as the face is recognizable. 】

[My... whole corpse? 】

[Yes, if you want to be in the newspaper, if your face is spent, it will be very disgenic.] And if the Empire doesn't admit it, it's hard to do, the first Knight of the Round Table of terrorists kills or something. 】

[Huh~~~ Do you think you can kill me? I'm Ruziano Brandley...

Bradley's smile became more and more hideous, and he maximized Pavasil's power, and the two wings behind him gradually turned red from the initial invisibility, as if they would swoop down at any moment.

Saladin shook his head, his shoulders open and relaxed, and sighed as he mimicked his master.

[It's hard to do, I'm not very familiar with this mech, I don't know if I can get you out of the cockpit without breaking it.] 】

【Die!! 】

Pavahir spun the drill in his right hand, and the shield of his left arm stood in front of him, and he plunged down. Four missiles shot out of the embrasures of the shield and stabbed Saladin first. The hadron cannon at his waist fell behind Saladin, not to hit, but to block his dodge route.

[You said you didn't kill the royal family, right?] 】

A voice rang out beside Bradley. He turned his head to find that the white body appeared beside him out of thin air. His hand was placed on Pavasir's shoulder.

Look at the ground again, how can there be half a figure!

When?!!

[But the Knights of the Round Table or something...

Saladin grabbed the levitator behind Pavahir and flew up and slammed it into his opponent's waist, tearing his wings off in a metallic scream. Under the counterforce, the two bodies flew out separately and upside down.

[I killed it when I was nine years old. 】

The memory seems to go back to the moment when I killed the pureblood in Glasgow nine years ago.

From that moment on, the emperor was taboo, the prime minister slandered, the clowns responded, and the princes and princesses happily reconsidered.

Mother and child separation・・・Captivity...

Withered ・・・・・・

I... I hate it...

I ・・・・・・

[By the way, you're a pure-blood, right?] 】

Ilan's voice turned cold.

Saladin spun around, facing Pavasil and kicking in the air behind him, once again pounced on the de-powered mech.

[Round table plus pureblood, nasty square. I've changed my mind...

【Go Die!】 Hybrids!! 】

Brandley, who finally realized the gap between the two, panicked.

He had never experienced this since the first time he had blood on his hands. Defenseless and slaughtered, fear gradually took over Brandley's brain.

Losing power, Pavahir managed to turn his gun on the attacking Saladin.

[Ah, you said something you shouldn't have said again, nasty cube.] 】

Stretching his feet in the air and dancing lightly, Saladin had already deviated from the trajectory of the hadron cannon. The traverse was not far, but it was done in an instant, an agility that a body using a levitation device could not possess in any way. The black-red path of light roared helplessly beside Saladin.

[So, I'm going to let you die.] 】

In fact, at this altitude, as long as Pavahir, who lost power, was allowed to fall freely, Brandley would already be dead. But Saladin obviously didn't want to give the other a good time, so he first hung upside down in the air, stabbed himself to the ground, and then paused in the air below Pavahir, jumped up again, and kicked him into the air.

[Don't be stupid, the communication you intercepted, the Black Knights' plan to surprise the port. Do you think it's just your luck? Is it just a coincidence that I'm here? 】

[It's you!] 】

Brandley felt a chill in his heart.

That information, could it be the other party...

[Ah, I gave it to you on purpose.] The Knights of the Round Table had the right to freely mobilize their private armed forces, and were free to choose which battlefields they wanted to go to without the Emperor's orders. Since you're the stupidest of the twelve idiots, I'm judging that this bait, which smacks of conspiracy from head to end, is the only one you'll bite into. 】

As he spoke, Saladin grappled Pavahir again, and the gray body tried with all its might to stab the other. Helplessly, Saladin was more than a meter taller than the standard body, with long hands and long feet, reaching out to grab the opponent's arm, and the top of the drill bit could not touch its body. His wrist flipped and with a tooth-aching sound of metal grinding, Pavasir's arm was twisted 180 degrees. The drill bit lost momentum and slowly stopped.

[Brandley, don't you realize it yet?] From start to finish, in this battle, you did not make any 'decisions' of your own volition, and all your actions were arranged. From appearing here, to dying here, it's all on the agenda. To be honest, I've been fighting Britannia so far, and I haven't done such an imbecile job. But against you, any plan with an IQ higher than 80 is a waste. 】

[You! If I sue your subordinates now...

[Do you want to give it a try?] Sue them for their lieutenant commander to take advantage of them and use them as live bait or something. Won't stop you. 】

Why is this guy so calm?

This kind of words... This kind of taboo on the battlefield...

"They've been listening. Have you been so stupid that you have forgotten that we are using a public channel? 】

That's right! Since the enemy can communicate with them, they must use public channels. In other words, everyone present can hear me, regardless of whether they are enemies or enemies.

As if in recognition of the lieutenant's statement, the sarcastic laughter of the remnants of the Black Knights rang out from Pavashir's cockpit.

Why...

The most important thing for people is life, isn't it?

Why... These guys... can laugh out loud・・・・・・

It's this laughter again!!

The crippled arm was twisted off, and with another kick, Pavashir's mutilated body was kicked into the air again.

But that's not the only reason I chose you, the most important reason why you're here, Brandley, you're a recognized super scum in this world. 】

[Hybrid! You're actually...

One after another, they were constantly thrown up and smashed down. Like a sardine in a tin can, Brandley had already suffered multiple fractures all over his body. The operation was impossible, but it couldn't stop him cursing.

[Do you know that arrogance to the extreme is a form of inferiority? The more he emphasized a certain point, Ilan chuckled softly. [Ruziano Blandelli, although it is also a noble name, but... How do you hear that the origin is Italy, isn't it? ] Hybrids? Speaking of which, ah, yes, super scum. As you said, you have killed almost all the races in the world, the old, the weak, the women and children, the innocent, the weak, and they have not spared. While you're complacent about the name of a vampire, at least six billion people in the world are desperate to eat you alive. You are a symbol of the brutality of the Empire, and you are the most representative figure. Think about it, if the Black Knights' first round table kill could hold your head in your hand as a signboard, that would be a morale booster, wouldn't it? 】

The white body flickered around Pavahir in the form of afterimages, and dismembered fragments rained down on the ground.

[Finally, how do I make sure that there is, and only you, intercepting my communications?] 】

All the parts of Pavahir's body were torn off, leaving only the bare cockpit in free fall.

[Let's guess what.] 】

【Go Die!】 Ahem! Easter・・Rand!! 】

Who is it? Who handed that telegram to you at the time? Think about it. 】

Who...

The vampire, whose consciousness had gradually blurred, thought blankly, suddenly! The dying body bounced up as if it had been electrocuted, its face twitched, and its eyes seemed to breathe fire!

[That slut!! 】

[That's right.] 】

The hatch was torn open, and in the stormy cockpit, white hands pulled him out from behind along with his seat.

This is not an ordinary force, it crushed the bones of his whole body, and now he can't tell where the pain is.

Brandley was out of her body, her eyes blank, and she kept chanting the woman's name.

[So, whether as a human being or as a man, you have failed thoroughly.] It's been a year since she got in touch with us, but she's looking forward to this scene day and night...

Pavahir lifted the dying Bradley in front of him and sighed deeply.

[I heard that he is a very good bartender, and we said okay, today... is the age when I can drink・・・・・・]

Fingers clenched, and Brandley's head, which had lost cervical support, fell off.