Of course, as far as the information that has been made public so far, you and others who are willing to dig into the history of the war will know what is the reason why "The Magician" has such amazing combat power, and then look at his series of amazing achievements, you will not be surprised by the results of his first battle, but you have to deny that there are inevitably some preconceived notions here.

The first time I played him up close, it was a completely different concept.

Maybe it had something to do with Rosaline's death, I remember it very well.

He has always disliked being called a "magician", but sometimes he himself has to bitterly admit that "the propaganda about him that spews out of the loudspeaker is like poisonous juice, but the poisonous juice has its real existence"; Like a magician, what he touches, it shatters.

It's a terrible concept, I don't think you can understand the horror of watching mobile suits as weapons in the universe only to be knocked down and scattered into pieces, and those shards come at your face with terrible explosion speeds, and smash them in your face like the flesh and blood of your dead comrades; The trajectory of a high-energy weapon crosses, and people will not even leave a corpse before they will be carbonized into dust, or a slag-like existence, and you are not sure if the residue is mixed with the wreckage that hit your body, and you feel that what you hold dear hits your whole body, and you trembles all over your body... If there is hell, it is ...

[Tim. When Rod Gris said this, he made a long pause, and the emotions of the past condensed into tears in large drops, and when I didn't know what to say, the strong veteran reopened his mouth]

Rosalyn, my partner at the time, my comrade-in-arms, my wife, she died in that battle, at the hands of the "magician", Sarah. Cecil was a singer of the gospel to many people, but to me at the time, to the drivers who supported the Direndal faction, he was simply an angel who sounded the trumpet of doom; But I think this duality is what we soldiers naturally have, we are all heroes and all of us are villains, each of us is ...

Sorry, but you're here to cover the battle...

[The veteran in front of me apologized to me, but I could only clumsily say that it didn't matter, I have heard these remarks many times, one person's heaven is another person's hell, and I thought I was very clear about the advantages of one in an imperfect world, but when I really saw the tears of an old soldier and heard his cry, I felt that I was sprayed by something, not as thin as the horror of hearing about the corrosive effect of sulfuric acid, but something deeper. 】

Rosalind died, and she attacked the Magician in a mech equipped with the new Mirage stealth system, but was unable to carry any energy weapons due to the energy consumption and optical deflection requirements of the new stealth system, so she had to ram the confused enemies before attempting to attack with the armor-piercing knife she carried.

She should have walked away then.

We all thought that in that murderous maneuver, the pilot had already run out of gas, so he did not respond to Rosaline's attack, but we were wrong, when the dragoons surrounded him, when Rosalyn raised his armor-piercing knife, when we raised his gun, the magician came to life in the true sense of the word.

The red "Gundam" grabbed the hand of the MS piloted by Rosalyn and crushed it stiffly. And then, Rosalyn's tiny MS was torn in half, yes, in half.

The armor-piercing knife pierced the abdomen, and the dancing words could be whipped through the phantom combat weapon, and the mobile suit that was sturdy and cold to the touch was torn apart.

What happened next is hard to describe, it was almost as if each of us had gone and told him "Look, we're going to do this next", he dodged all the attacks, used the wreckage as a shield, shot with those two hand cannons, intercepted them with a laser sprayed from his head, and shot them all down after the moment of the dragoon's attack, before the little things that were hard to catch moved to position or were moving to the next position.

Our attacks have all failed.

Of course, fighting in space is not the same as on the ground, you have unlimited space to dodge, so when the squad fights, most of them are looking for the trough of the opponent's AMBAC, creating crossfire, and blocking the opponent, this is the theory, of course, it is impossible to completely block it, there are too many errors here, but at the same time, this blocking tactic is indeed the most successful, because the mistakes made by the targeted person must far exceed the error of the attacker.

However, he is not the same, not-him.

He instantly got out of the death cage we made, of course he was still grazed, after all, the breakthrough was too narrow, but the red wolf's armor, you know, the red "wolf skin" blocked the attack in the rubbing, at most it left a scorching black trace, nothing more.

Then there's more magic time, but it's also the most boring time for the storyteller, because everything is simpler the rest of the story.

I know that the person on the other side can't be a new human, but it's much more terrifying than facing an ordinary new human pilot, why is it simple, because the subtle coordination is useless, the precise sniping is useless, even if Barreru forcibly detonates the gene seed, it's useless, it can't make the battle exciting, why do you say that?

On the one hand, the battle is not exciting, of course.

He cracked it just when our intentions were transformed into actions, and as soon as we changed, he changed faster, and time was on his side.

One by one, we were cut down like mercenaries of the "outsider" troops.

The only one who had time to escape was Ray. Stab. As for me, Barrerou, from the moment Rosalyn died, I knew it wasn't another Kira. Yamato, at least at that time he wasn't, either to die in battle or to be a chicken, I didn't think about dying.

In the moments before I was hit, I pulled up the bolt as if I had been guided by fate, and was propelled into the universe before the flames of the explosion engulfed my body; I spent the whole day floating in the dark, potentially life-threatening universe before I was discovered by Zaft's rescue team.

Not just to avenge Rosaline, not just because he still believed that Dirandal was the savior, but for some other reason.

"Turn off the recording, what I want to say next is no longer suitable for the current world, war is cruel, individuals are fragile, and strong individuals have a seductive and powerful beauty in the war years, a kind of beauty that has abandoned war, but has also been abandoned by the war environment. This is actually a very simple truth, you have lived in the city for many years, and the tranquility of the countryside is beautiful to you; You have lived in the countryside for many years, and the hustle and bustle of the city is beauty, and many times, beauty is something that has been abandoned. ”

"He, like many aces, is a man who has been abandoned by the world, and he is also a man who has abandoned the world, they are too strong, they have abandoned the world of war in a few gestures, and for a soldier like me, it is an irresistible beauty, a symbol of the beauty of strength, and many times, strength is one of the guiding signs that lead to peace."

"It's a time of peace, I don't need to fly anymore, and if he's still alive, he'll be happy, but I think if he's still alive, he'll say to me, like he taught me back then---Tim, don't forget, strength and understanding, these two are indispensable elements of peace, at least until humanity evolves to the point where power can be discarded."

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"What do you think, brother?" Xia Lu. L。 Jaeger turned off the playback function of his personal terminal and turned around to ask his famous brother.

"I think you should listen to Tim, this passage should be circulated, but it shouldn't be circulated by people like us," Charlotte said. Edward. Jaeger patted his sister's face lovingly, grabbed the roll-up bill and shouted to the bartender, "Checkout!" ”

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Author's words: E is for Edward; So what does the L in my sister's name represent?

What did Edward mean by that?

Did you guess it?