Terra Calendar 1590.12.26.

AM 08:25.

Iberia.

On the Iberian Peninsula, the sky is like a cracking flood, pouring down endless torrential rain mercilessly.

The rain threatens to drown out the bustling streets of Madrid, the colourful buildings of Barcelona and the old streets of Lisbon.

In this hazy and chaotic rain curtain, a surreal battlefield is quietly unfolding.

Near a huge lighthouse in Seville, transcendent battles are taking place.

The angels of heaven meet the hunters of the Iberian Hunting Hall with a chainsaw sword that shines with divine light.

The hunters of the Hunting Hall are firm and resolute with heavy swords in their hands.

In their eyes, there is not only the perseverance of the decisive battle, but also the fear of the unknown.

Qiang –

In the pouring rain, the sky was torn apart into countless lightning bolts, illuminating the dark battlefield.

The rain hit the ground unscrupulously, forming one small puddle after another, reflecting the slightly hideous faces of the two sides of the fight.

"The Crisis Management Bureau ......, hehe, Heaven has really adopted a batch of good dogs!"

The hunter of the Hunting Hall covered his bleeding hands and looked at the commander who was supported by many [angels], a young boy with white fox ears, he was wearing a rain hat and raincoat, and the genealists around him who had the [angelic] class also had more or less inhuman parts on them.

There is no doubt that these people are infected with [odd hoof].

"Hugh Abraham's wolf-minded fellow has really made a good deal to get you bastards into the Heavenly Genealogy, to be the Celestial Contractor, to be his dog and white glove. What prevents Terra from breaking, I'm phew! He's just a careerist who wants the kingdom of heaven to interfere with the world, and you're just pawns in his hands! ”

At the edge of the chaotic battlefield, the [executives] of the Authority around them stood indifferently, their eyes as cold as iron, as if they were examining a dead man, staring emotionlessly at the hunter in front of them.

These [executives], dressed in standard equipment, did not have the slightest expression on their faces, only the coldness and determination revealed in their eyes.

Where their gaze was focused, the hunter was displaying unusual features.

The skin of his face took on the texture of the gills, and those textures seemed to come to life in the heat of battle, constantly expanding and contracting, as if breathing.

With each breath, he seemed to absorb the cold air around him, converting the cold rain and air into energy in his body.

The gill-like skin shimmers wetly in the rain, adding a wild and dangerous beauty to the hunter.

He is like a shark lurking in an undercurrent, ready to launch a deadly attack, his eyes revealing a wild light, cold and hideous.

"Chop? You don't look like a human being compared to us. ”

Turce Cowbett, a fox-eared boy who had been in trouble with a golden retriever, was staring at the hunter in front of him with a cold gaze.

"The real suffering in this land does not come from diseases such as [odd hoof], [ore disease], [mimma virus]. The deeper pain stems from deep distrust and deep-seated hostility between people. Look at Iberia, aren't you the best proof of that? How are you different from us? The blood that runs in your body is more terrifying than the sickness in us. Yet, why do you have such peace of mind to despise those of us who are also suffering? ”

The rain dripped down the rain hat, and Tours looked at the inhuman presence ahead, at the hostile eyes ahead.

"Even if there are no infected people in this land, there is a gap between the rich and the poor. Even if there is no gap between rich and poor, there are different races – and it seems that the gap between people can never be completely eliminated.

And all we can do is unite the suffering as much as possible. Whether it is an anomaly or a kingdom of heaven, as long as it can bring them hope, even if it is illusory or even false hope, we can have enough courage to rebel against our fate. ”

"Even if it's a dog!"

The hunter roared, the handcuffs in his hands had been denied service to him due to the distortion of his bloodline, the safety locks that Iberia had placed on each handcuff, and now they had become a shackle to the hunters.

But it doesn't matter, they still have the supreme arts, and the last aberration frenzy of the deep sea hunters.

"You are more arrogant than the angels."

Turce didn't say anything more, he raised his right hand and quickly descended the rain.

The surrounding [executives] raised their weapons and headed towards the hunter who had lost his temper.

In this cold and humid air, countless figures intersect closely, and sparks fly everywhere, like a beautiful dance.

Qiang –

Accompanied by a deafening hum and blinding sparks.

The chains of the chainsaw sword shimmered in the rain, like a continuous thunderbolt.

"Abraham, the kingdom of heaven is playing a little big this time."

In the midst of the chaos and tension, Turce chose not to pay attention to the hunters who were tightly surrounded by [the executives].

His gaze turned elsewhere, and he slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing the rain and fog and the night, looking up at the vast expanse of the sky.

In that vast night sky, a magnificent meteor shower is being staged.

Countless meteors are like fireworks blooming in the night sky, one after another streaked across the sky, drawing a series of radiant trajectories.

The glow of the meteors shone brightly in the night sky, and each ray of light seemed to convey some kind of message to the earth, as if they were trying to wrap the earth beneath their feet in their own way.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and Tours was attracted by the unbridled flow of starlight.

Because, he knows what it is......

It was a deterrent that made the nations of Terra fearful, even fearful, of it.

"Holy See Legion of the Royal Gospel of Lord Almighty......"

*********

Iberia Phase Gap.

Under the grey skies of Porto, accompanied by the roar of thunder, the angels of heaven and the hunters of the Hunting Hall meet on the border of vision and reality.

The angels' blasters glowed brightly, and the hunters' guns responded with tongues of fire and smoke.

The two sides were constantly shuttling in and out of phase, and the hubs across Iberia were already full of chicken feathers at this time.

Whether it is normal or abnormal, whether it is human or alien, they have all left this land of right and wrong.

Throughout the battlefield, in addition to the two warring sides, you can also see several fat penguins with blood on their heads, holding cameras in their hands and constantly clicking and laughing.

Boom –

Suddenly, a huge lighthouse in Granada collapsed in the heat of battle, emitting a death-knell wail that echoed around every corner from Valencia to Night City.

The voice was heavy and tragic, announcing the end of an era and heralding the beginning of a new story.

"O O Supreme Lord of hosts. Today is the day when the Lord of hosts will appear to take vengeance on his enemies; The sword shall devour and be satisfied, and drink blood to be satisfied; For above Iberia, there is a sacrifice to the Lord of hosts......" a penguin muttered in disbelief as he gazed at the collapsing lighthouse.

He felt that this sentence was great and could be the beginning of his title.

He also thought of the title, which was called "Great Tranquility".

"I'm the new editor-in-chief of the Wandman! I must have a share of the jobs that have been vacated by Hugh Abraham's unemployment!! ”

A penguin named Stan crawls among the ruins of the battlefield, his eyes full of excitement.

Boom –

A series of crashes rang out, and the former lighthouse of Iberia continued to collapse.

***************

Outside Iberia: The Fourth Lead Chain.

In the vast Aether sky, the spectacular spectacle of the Iberian Deep Space Fleet shows the glorious achievements of its own civilization.

They hover silently at the Fourth Chain Outpost, a covert gap in the trajectory of an artificial celestial body, providing the fleet with tactical superiority and concealment.

There are a total of 17 main battle groups, each with a large mothership as the core, surrounded by a variety of escort ships.

Each battle group may include 1 aircraft carrier (or its interstellar equivalent of an extraordinary ship), 2 battleships, 4 cruisers, 6 destroyers, and the necessary support vessels.

The Iberian Armada mothership is designed to be huge in size, up to two thousand meters in length, elegant and imposing, with countless tiny light sources embedded in the surface, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

The surface of the hull is a reflective, dark gray alloy capable of shimmering in the starlight and almost blending in with the background when necessary.

These motherships are the command centers of the fleet, with a powerful pedigree computing core and tactical control system capable of processing hundreds of billions of data streams in an instant, ensuring that every movement of the fleet is precise and error-free.

Its internal structure is complex, and in addition to the bridge and operations center, there are extensive hangars for carrying and maintaining fighter groups and unmanned reconnaissance aircraft.

Surrounding the mothership were dozens of battleships, each about eight hundred meters long, which served as the firepower pillars of the fleet.

The design of the battleship is even more rugged, with thick shell armor, like a fortress in the universe. The hull is flanked by arrays of energy cannons and missile silos, which are not only shields against enemy attacks, but also swords when attacking.

Then there were the light and agile cruisers and destroyers, which were much smaller than battleships, generally between two hundred and three hundred meters in length, but were much more numerous.

These small ships are extremely maneuverable and can quickly adjust battle formations to provide effective support and protection for motherships and battleships.

Their design is full of sci-fi sensitivity, and the streamlined hull surface has fine lines, like a school of fish swimming in the universe.

At the outskirts of the fleet are numerous auxiliary ships, including transports, supply ships, and hospital ships. Although these ships do not have many weapons and equipment, their importance to the fleet is self-evident.

They guarantee the constant combat capability of the fleet during long voyages and battles.

These ships are typically around 400 meters in size, designed with practicality and efficiency in mind, and have a more square shape to maximize interior space.

This is the Iberian [Invincible Armada], these fleets that are enough to rampant [Aether Ocean] and even the stars, but because of the existence of [Crystal Sky], they are limited to the third and fourth chains.

What is even more unimaginable is that the year since Iberia built the Armada did not exceed 300 years, which means that Iberia suddenly ushered in a technological explosion.

This technological explosion was full of miracles, and it not only provided Iberia with an endless energy [electronic channel], but it also brought Iberia the [Invincible Armada] that dominated the third lead chain.

At this moment, the [Invincible Armada], which was supposed to be cruising near the third lead chain, was stuck in the gap of the fourth lead chain and stalled.

[Unable to return to the present world!! 】

[Unable to return to the present world!! 】

[Unable to return to the present world!! 】

In the headquarters of the seventeen battle groups, Supreme Commander Medina Sidonia was standing in front of the podium, his face as caustic and cold as a sculpture.

His eyes peered through the ship's viewing window to the massive outline of the fortification ahead of him—a strategic depth rampart of countless ships, defensive platforms, and light barriers.

It spreads out in the starry sky like a vast steel net, both a symbol of protection and challenge.

The Commander's gaze seemed to want to penetrate the barrier and probe the enemy's weak points.

In his sharp pupils, there were flickering dots of light on the ramparts, which were the signal lights of enemy ships, quiet and threatening.

The air in the room was almost frozen, and the tension made everyone feel oppressive.

"Commander, the vicinity is wrapped in the [Wall of Sighs], unable to travel through the etheric chain, surrounded by the [Heavenly Staircase] of the Kingdom of Heaven, and in front of it is the main core of the Kingdom of Heaven, which is one of the royal evangelical shrines of the Supreme One, the [Fortress of Paon]."

Clear and rhythmic, like the sound of a string of flowing notes, it reports to Medina Sidonia.

The speaker was a woman with long, wavy blonde hair that partially covered her right eye.

She wears a unique outfit: a short blouse and skirt in black and white, and the design includes many details and embellishments, such as lace and metallic elements. Her outfits are both traditional and contemporary, creating a futuristic image of a nun.

She is the soul of the flagship of the [Invincible Armada], the [St. Martin].

Or rather, she's the ship's wife [of the Saint-Martin].

At this moment, the Saint Martin looked at the encirclement that spanned the entire entrance of the fourth guide chain, and glanced at the commander worriedly, but as the flagship of the fleet, she knew what her duties were, so she continued to report in a calm tone.

"There are a large number of unidentified fleets around, and these fleets do not have any independent intelligence and spirit reactions, and we cannot communicate with them. The strategic depth they have developed has completely surrounded us, and they have refused to accept our instructions to negotiate. ”

Listening to San Martin's report, the shadows on Medina Sidonia's face changed with the faint light of the starry sky, his expression was unmoved, but the anger and determination in his heart could be felt from his clenched fists.

"There is no need to negotiate, even if the strategic fleet of the Heavenly Kingdom is an organic soul, it will only be a beast machine soul. And most of the Celestial Fleets can outperform the ships cultivated by most fleet commanders by relying on their think tank Eden alone, so there is no need to continue to negotiate, there is no need for that, Eden will not negotiate with us. ”

Medina Sidonia's mind unconsciously recalled that he had visited the Heavenly Deep Space Fleet on the Earth-Moon Base, and in his memory, the Heavenly Fleet was filled with pitch black and cold, and blood thick enough to contaminate any spiritual substance.

"From top to bottom, the Kingdom of Heaven has never believed in the existence of a bond between a commander and a mech, they are different from Terra's mainstream mechsoul manipulation ideas, they only need absolute loyalty. Even though the mainstream Mecha Commander system is full of diversity, they don't bother to cultivate spirituality with Mechsoul - they are the most civilized and savage beings. ”

Medina Sidonia looked at the huge fleet in front of her, and asked in a deep voice to her ship:

"How long is the strategic depth of the kingdom of heaven?"

“……”

St. Martin hesitated for a moment, and then replied in a slightly hoarse voice:

"The battlefield has been divided into four theaters of operations, one for every 100,000 kilometers, for a total of four main theaters, with a fleet of 420,000 kilometers (the distance between the Earth and the Moon is 384,400 kilometers) between the present world and the fourth lead chain, and between Terra and the Moon.

A buffer zone of 20,000 km is set between tactical areas, while the interval between individual battle groups in the Kingdom of Heaven is 5,000 km, assuming 50 battle groups in each theater and about 16 to 17 battle groups in each tactical area......"

Speaking of which, the ship's mother no longer has the courage to say more.

[Armada] only had 17 battle groups, and now there were 17 battle groups in the opposite tactical area alone.

"There can't be so many ships in the kingdom of heaven, that's the Lord of Hosts' [All Things Generation Authority], and most of the battle groups are instant battle groups produced by the Holy See of the Gospel of the Lord of Hosts.

If Heaven loosens the limits on His power, these fleets will be 100% comparable to the power of real fleets.

Depending on the situation, we are lucky enough to be treated with the same children as the stars since the upheaval in the kingdom of heaven. We were able to get those madmen to let go of Yahweh again, knowing that they were afraid of the gods they had created. ”

Medina Sidonia quipped bitterly, saying that he was not only appeasing the ship's emotions, but also taking the opportunity to release his frustration in the face of an invincible enemy.

"It seems that the Holy See of the Gospel is not aimed at our ......," said St. Martin's Shipwreck to her commander.

“…… I know. ”

"When the Kingdom destroyed [the electronic channel], I knew that the plans of His Excellency St. James and the higher-ups had been leaked, and that our cooperation with extraterrestrial civilizations had been discovered, and their targets had never been humans, but enemies of humanity." Medina Sidonia's hands pressed against the spherical projection map, and he flicked his hands to turn the spherical map.

"The Armada was born because of the cooperation of the three civilizations, but unfortunately, time is running out. We didn't build the 100-regiment fleet that we planned to use to resist the Heavenly Kingdom, nor did we cultivate more souls that could use the power of the ships. Iberia is, after all, not as alchemist-anthroposophical as the Berlin lineage, or as diverse as the Addisi lineage; Time was not on our side in the end, and our attempts to reverse the distortion of the hunter lineage and change the path of the spectrum ultimately failed. ”

Medina Sidonia quickly stopped turning, and at this point the spherical projection map remained in one of the buffer zones of one of the four strategic zones.

"Lily." In a gentle tone, he called out the true name that belonged to the [St. Martin's] mech.

"Yes." Lily replied softly.

"We may not be able to go back to Iberia."

"I know ......"

"Of the current ships, only the [Larrena] has the best maneuverability, and she is also the youngest of the eight spiritual ships in the fleet under my command, and her moldability is the best, so ......"

"I'll have the others help her break through the encirclement."

"......, thank you for your hard work. In addition to the eight of you, the souls and commanders of the other ships have also worked hard, please forgive me for my selfishness. ”

"They will understand that here, only Lina, who has been blessed with the [Class Curvature Engine], has a chance to escape the encirclement of Heaven in this war."

"Follow my plan and start reversing the path."

"Yes!"

"Let us go to the Evangelical Throne of the Supreme One of Heaven."