Lieutenant Andrews, who belonged to the Order of the Suneaters, wrapped himself in a gray-black cloak, and watched the attack of the Zandan's army through the narrow field of view of the MKIII power armor.

As always, he first saw an endless wave of slave armies, like a bombed-out ant nest, gathered into a dense army of dazed troops, advancing in fear and panic at all costs, and then falling in droves under the more intense firepower, bombs, mines, and barbed wire.

Those mortals, maybe they don't have the courage to face the Randan soldiers who are several meters high, and they don't have the strength to pick up the blade and cut off thousands of alien heads, but they can still do it by letting them stay in the cold trenches and let them fire every bullet in their hands and every shell under their feet as accurately as possible.

For a moment, thousands of muzzles were being fired, thousands of explosions were bursting out, and every inch of Lieutenant Andrews' vision was crowded by the scorching gunpowder and flames, and he watched the fire-yellow barrage of steel that was constantly spewing out from every trench and every fortress, forming an impenetrable rain of death, like a mechanical curling blade harvesting a ripe wheat field, dropping hundreds, thousands, thousands of deaths and slaughter in an instant.

These cries of death poured down on Randan's army of slaves without mercy, causing a crisp sound of bloodshed, roar and crackling, and the chaotic sonata was heard for more than a dozen kilometers, even by the medical troops at the back of the battle line.

Andrews watched in silence, watching as thousands of xenomorph slaves were consumed alive by the frenzied fire of the human defenders, or more tragically: some unfortunate ones were simply broken and fell to the ground, and their deaths could only be trampled alive by thousands of latecomers.

But there were also some surprises, and Andrews was able to see the best of the slave cannon fodder, who were either particularly lucky, or possessed great strength and body, allowing these terrible monsters to rush headlong into the defenders' trenches, slaughtering with claws, rage, and mindless bloodthirsty madness.

When thousands of aliens of all kinds fell on the way to the charge, hundreds of mutilated human corpses were also left behind in the trenches.

But for the army of attackers and defenders, all this is inconsequential, it is not important, it is like the drops of water that are scattered and broken when two huge waves slap against each other, and the thousands of lives on the battlefield of the army are nothing more than a handful of cheap objects that are not even as good as mounds of earth, nothing more than the most inconspicuous small flag of the sand table, nothing more than a deal of little benefit to both sides: the human army has contained Randan's offensive, but their first line of defense is already crumbling.

And just as the battalion commanders and captains of the first line were arguing about whether to retreat or hold on, with the second strange horn blowing, Ran Dan's second offensive hardly gave anyone a respite.

This time, Andrews saw quite a few familiar faces.

He saw the Heruds who had been enslaved and mind-controlled by Randan, and the Human Empire had contemptuously called these filthy, mean, cunning and cruel monsters that could not be killed [rats in space].

The aliens who were keen to bury the tunnels still wrapped in their tattered cloaks, their necks and upper limbs protected by silicate scales now engulfed by the cables of the tooth-aching neural control collars, spurring the cunning race to run and kill like bloodthirsty butchers.

Behind the swarms of [Space Rats] are the Oriti who have been tortured to the point of complete madness, with slender multi-jointed limbs, heavy leathery carapaces, and compound eyes like spiders, taller than two Astartes combined, like a giant bug with four legs, which is disgusting.

Despite this, Andrews knew that these abominable aliens were actually rare pacifists in the galaxy, who scavenged for a living, but that didn't stop the Empire from destroying their wandering fleets, and now it seemed that the Empire's killing was a kind of mercy compared to the methods of the Randan Empire.

And those who are taller and more terrifying than the Euretti Zerg are the famous [Basmemanik], these aliens have beast-like bodies and all-metal shells, and can withstand the craziest bullets and bullets, and wipe out entire battalions and companies of mortal soldiers before they run out of life.

However, this powerful alien home planet unfortunately exists near the area controlled by the Randan Empire, so these hideous and terrifying monsters are bound and tortured by collars, and have to sacrifice their lives on the battlefield to kill the scene, which can be seen everywhere in any Randan's slave army.

Watching these twisted or hideous heads move in his field of vision, Andrews even felt a sense of intimacy that he had not felt for a long time.

Everything was too familiar to him.

That was thirty Terra standard years ago, when Andrews, as a Dark Angel, part of a 50,000-strong vengeful army, followed the Legion Commander to fight against the southward forces of Zandan's forces in the Horn-Morse system, a war that would never be decrypted or revealed.

And even within the Dark Angel, it was a battle that would hardly be mentioned, the former comrades might miss the 10,000 combat brothers who died in the Morse system, the shrewd officers might lament the sinking of the more than fifty capital ships, and everyone in the legion was silent about the fall of the [Abomination Paragon], the Queen of Glory was seriously injured by Randan's drone, and finally overloaded her own reactor, and died with countless Randan's army on board.

But despite all these sacrifices, Morse's Flesh Mill continued for several Terra standard months, until the head of Randan was decapitated, and the bloody war ended with the defeat and destruction of the Xenomorphs.

Andrews also took part in that battle, and he performed his duties and basked in blood on at least six different battlefields, at that time he was a member of twenty-two orders or knights, but after the battle that number dropped to eight.

Andrews will never forget the assault of the Randan: the army of slaves can be worn out for days and nights, and the main forces of the Randans will either appear in front of them under the cover of artillery fire and fight each other, or attack from the center of the shadows and lights, and the most feared are the elite legions wielding psionic or forbidden technology, and the blood shed against them is enough to make any Dark Angel unforgettable.

That's it......

The memories of the suffering flashed back in the Dark Angel Veteran's mind for less than a second, and it made him pay attention to the reality of the situation in front of him again.

Around and behind these [old faces] are at least a hundred different alien creatures, most of which will not be known to the people of the Empire, and even the other legions of the same Astarte will not recognize these terrible monsters.

But Andrews was different, as a dark angel, he could easily distinguish each of them, but each time he did, his face became gloomy.

It wasn't until this brutal army tore through the first line of defense of the human defenders, allowing the sound of tearing flesh and blood flowing infinitely amplified with the fierce wind, that the formation of the Randan warriors belatedly arrived, and they fought their way out of the chaotic battle formation like sharp bayonets, all the way to the fortress area that was the core of the front front, accompanied by the radioactive electromagnetic individual weapon that was the signature of the main army of the Randan, and it only took one salvo to dissolve the entire permanent fortress in a dark stream of energy.

The flow of energy like the night light resounded wantonly with the depth of the Randan vanguard, almost in the blink of an eye, the entire front defense line was shrouded in continuous shadows and haze, until a moment later, these bubble-like phantoms shattered one after another, but nothing was seen in the place where it once was: whether it was the fortresses that watched and helped each other, or the thousands of defenders stationed in them, they disappeared out of thin air, not even a drop of blood was shed.

The never-ending wind of the Sabis River swept again with a fury never before struck, as if an angry god were shouting.

Andrews finally picked up the instrument in his hand, and after a while, the sound of hoarse and heavy breathing appeared in his ears.

"Andrews?"

An inquiry came from the other end of the communicator.

"It's me, what appears here on the bridge is a main army of Ran Dan, and the ratio of their warriors to electromagnetic individual weapons is in line with the standard, and even exceeds a lot, it is very likely that the [Upper Overlord] will lead the team."

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the communicator.

"Need help?"

Andrews didn't answer immediately, his gaze and his mind racing, passing between the countless burning trenches and positions, the skyline densely packed with the troops of Randan's successors, and the massive corpse of Basmemanik, torn to pieces by thousands of bullets and six shells.

Eventually, he spoke.

"One standard hour."

"If I haven't sent back a report after one Terra standard hour, send someone to take over our position."

"I see."

The veterans of the First Legion often had no lingering conversations and honorifics, and after getting the answer he wanted, Andrews hung up the communication and turned to contact the other members.

The first to contact was the technical sergeant, the only one who was not on the front line at this time.

"How long will it take for the Storm Bird?"

"If it is to restore the flight ability and part of the combat capability, it will take fifteen to twenty minutes."

"Speed up, you know the combat power of Ran Dan's drone swarm."

"Understood."

"How's the Alpha going?"

"I've been inside the Storm Bird, there's no anomaly, she proposed to me to join the fight six minutes ago, do you need to activate her?"

"No, the situation isn't bad enough to make sure she's in the situation, the garrison there [the fortress] is too heavy to support us."

"I will."

Andrews hung up, and he connected to several new ones.

——————

"Destroy, burn, annihilate, kill, and don't let any aliens get through our defenses."

"Let them die."

——————

"Let them die!"

"Kill them! Kill them! Let them fall under our guns! ”

“For the emperor！”

The sparse shouts echoed the officers' roars, and Latobis was in the mix, stationed at the back of the middle of the trench fortress, where the steel cables on the bridge could be clearly seen.

There are probably more than 25,000 human defenders stationed near the bridge, because of the orders of the dark angels, they are all stationed at one end of the bridge, maybe in the war across the sea of stars, 20,000 is not a huge number, but on the battlefield on the ground, this number means that a mortal's vision cannot cover the boundless.

The defenders dug countless trenches and poured one fortress after another, stretching all the way to a distance of kilometers from the bridgehead and the bridgehead, and when the defensive line formed by the first stage of trenches and fortresses had been ravaged by Randan's army, the soldiers stationed at the bridgehead could only faintly see the flickering fire.

But when the first gap is opened, it may not be possible to stop it.

It took about half a standard hour for Randan's army of slaves to rush into the first line of defense, tearing apart or devouring at least a thousand defenders, and then, Randan's soldiers rushed into the trenches and tunnels, the interweaving of steel and blood quickly transformed into a simple human wail.

Twenty minutes later, the second line of defense was broken, and the Imperial army left behind three thousand corpses.

After another fifteen minutes, the third line of defense was broken, and again more than two thousand people were lost.

Latobis crouched in the fourth line of defense, listening to the thousands of creepy voices coming from all he could do, crouching in the trenches, constantly filling up as many bullets as he could.

The sound of rustling continued to sound around him, and more and more soldiers were sent into this tunnel, some of them were sweating, bean-sized drops of sweat were constantly dripping from their jaws, some were as silent as dead bodies, only their trembling fingers could reveal the breath of a living person, and some kept whispering, even silent, and kept muttering something, their eyes closed, as if praying.

The trench had never been so crowded as it was at this point, and even the slightest breath could form a large cloud of hot air, burning invisibly in the icy air.

The trench has never been quieter, thousands of lives are as silent as crowded corpses, and even the cries and wails of the wind can easily slip into everyone's ears.

Like a midnight bell, the wailing of the wind faded into silence, and only the low roars of the mad beasts, and the blood-soaked laughter of the warriors of Randan, were drawing closer and closer to them.

Near, closer.

The wind grew more and more furious, sharper and sharper, and it slapped the cloth and stones in a strange laugh.

Latobis could hear the stampede on the ground, a sound that was not human, and he looked up and slowly reached out of cover, and there were countless people doing this in countless places.

The main body of the third trench, which had fallen, was about a few hundred meters in front of them, and a dozen burning fortresses stood faintly, and Latobis could faintly see some tall figures emerging from the air distorted by the heat and flames.

"So this is Ran Dan......"

He sighed softly.

In the sergeant's eyes, creatures that existed only in the most absurd nightmares emerged from the flames, like the appearance of the man-eating demons in the legends: these monsters were tall, very tall, their bodies and armor were completely twisted, covered with strange spikes, scars, and flails, and both skin and armor were wrapped in a disgusting black that seemed to be charred, making it impossible to distinguish between the torso and the armor.

These monsters were armed with huge weapons, or clenched sharp swords, and a looming shield surrounded them, and under the flickering of the shield and the smoke of gunpowder, it was impossible to see their faces, but from the tip of the iceberg that was exposed, one could imagine how terrible and ugly it was.

The spiky iron boots, covered in blood, broken bones, and flesh, walked through the burning land in oblivion and marched toward another front.

"Fire!"

I don't know who gave the order, and the whole trench fell silent for a second because of the roar.

The next moment, the guns rang out.

Countless bullets, shells, and grenades poured down to the frenzied, frightened cries of the defenders, all yelling, all shouting, all hiding their fear with the most desperate shots.

Tens of thousands of kisses of steel pounced on Randan's slowly advancing battle line, and in this barrage of barrages in which no living creatures would theoretically be spared, occasionally Randan's warriors were knocked to the ground, as if they were injured, but most of them just continued their slow advance, and there were constant ripples around them, as if thousands of stones were thrown into the sea one by one.

The air was quiet again.

The first wave of shooting and firepower had run out, but Ran Dan's military formation had no impact in the slightest.

They keep going, slowly and sarcastically.

It's close.

It's closer.

Latobis could hear the sound of sobbing, and the footsteps that kept stomping on the ground, and some of them seemed to have gone mad, constantly whispering illogical words, he wasn't sure if the weeping, timid, crazy was himself, he just emptied his brain, blindly reloading the bullets, even though they seemed useless.

The aliens' footsteps were closer, and Latobis could even see the ecstatic smiles on their ugly faces that could not be described in words.

He heard laughter again, not Ran Dan's, but laughter in the wind, a suppressed, expectant laughter, as if the spectators were looking forward to the next track.

Just as he was still feeling lost at the laughter, he heard another sound of stomping on the ground.

One and a different sound.

——————

A voice came.

It was a huge, steady, unmistakable sound of iron boots stomping on the ground.

He's getting closer.

An uneasy hiss rang out from the battle lines, and the youngest warriors were eager to try, hungry for the blood of their powerful opponents, but those who looked more old and vicious, kept vigilant in a kind of silence.

The sound is still approaching.

It wasn't a sound that mortals could make, but it didn't belong to those terrifying Ran Dan aliens.

Latobis, who could feel his neck stiffen, tried to look back, but until the voice passed his figure, he didn't succeed.

At that moment, he only felt that the sun was completely obscured, and an incomparably majestic, incomparably powerful, incomparably calm, incomparably trusting and reassuring existence passed by him, and he finally stopped on the rugged ground in front of the trench, standing.

It was an angel of death.

——————

Latobis stared at the figure.

Dead watching.

A few seconds, but it is like 10,000 years.

It was a black-armored warrior with his helmet wrapped in a hood, he looked just as tall as the Randan monsters, if not taller, with his right hand resting on a huge sword and his left hand holding a weapon they had never seen before, like a cannon, which he had single-handed on the ground, emitting an unsettling mixture of crimson and black.

He stood like that on the land, like a lonely general, his tattered cloak hunting in the fierce evening breeze.

Under the gaze of thousands of pairs of pupils, he stood there in silence, the weapon in his hand also accumulating chilling power.

And so, for I don't know how long, until a hoarse scream pierced the dead sky.

Out of Randan's battle array rushed a monster, its hideous face with a pair of blood-red pupils, its slender and emaciated arms clenched a long purple blade, and in a loud war cry that no human could understand, only instinctually felt disgust, it rushed up like a wild beast, and its black figure blew a dark whirlwind across the land.

——————

The quiet Angel of Death raised his head.

The next moment, Ran Dan's head flew high.

No one could see what was happening, only the sword, which had been held in the hand of the Angel of Death for some time.

——————

The battle began.

The death of their companions may have angered these savage alien warriors, or perhaps they were simply excited about a powerful opponent, and in the blink of an eye, with several tall shadows shuttling through Randan's array, several more Randan warriors stepped forward.

They were armed with swords, or weapons capable of inflicting damage from hundreds of meters away, and apparently had no intention of a fair duel, and as soon as they stood still, they pounced in unison, and their excited roars were intertwined into the most profane vocal music.

Even the wind was sounding, furious, like the gods of war wrath for this vile siege.

No one could see what was happening, at least not mortals like Latobis, who could only observe a black whirlwind swirling around the weapon standing on the ground, the neighing of swords, the precise hits of bullets, and the incomprehensible screams of the Randanxenomorph before he died, but they could clearly hear the unbelievable and terrifying screams mingling together, filling every inch of the air above the land.

After a few more seconds, it was all over again.

I saw the corpses of the Randan warriors lying on the ground, their strange black blood flowing between the stones and mud and dust, the broken swords and severed guns like scattered autumn leaves, shattered and unshaped.

And the Angel of Death still stands.

Standing in front of hundreds of Randan warriors, he was like a seasoned hunter, alone facing hungry wolves on top of the snow.

This clearly irritates some guys.

A never-before-heard hiss rang out in Ran Dan's battle column, and with the rage of this majestic voice, hundreds of muzzles were pointed at the Angel of Death.

But he's faster.

But his weapons are finally ready.

Latobis only saw a pure black pillar of light emanating from where the Angel of Death stood, wrapped in a crimson electric current, this pillar of light exploded in an instant like a punctured steel balloon, turning into thousands of tentacles expanding in all directions, like a foraging octopus, and like a hungry deep-sea beast opening its bloody mouth, this pure black curtain covered the sky in the blink of an eye, and before any of the warriors of Ran Dan could react, it had already devoured everything in front of it.

Whether it was the hundreds of Randan's warriors, or everything that existed in the trenches behind them, they only had time to shoot a few deadly bullets and flames indiscriminately before the catastrophe came, sending endless smoke through the sand and popping tiny scars into the armor of the Angel of Death.

But it was not for nothing, as bullets flew around the trenches, and some of the hapless soldiers were hit directly, their heads scattered like rags, and red and white liquid flowed all over the ground.

It was only then that the mortal soldiers, who were surprised by the duel, woke up from a dream and threw themselves into the trenches, shouting for the medics.

Ratobis was lucky: a bullet struck him, sending the blasted rocks deep like arrows, one of which was deeply embedded in Latobis's right arm, exposing Moribai's bones and tendons to the air.

When the sergeant reacted, he had collapsed on the muddy ground of the trench, rolling on the ground in pain, and the medic rushed up, looked at his wounds, and dragged him away.

At this time, the curtain fell, and it undoubtedly covered Ran Dan's army, as if it were nothing, and fell softly to the ground, disappearing like fog.

Everything is gone.

Hundreds of Randan's warriors, and at least a dozen times the army of slaves, under the shroud of the black curtain that reached into the sky, their only shouts were a few panicked shrapnel, shattering the heads or limbs of a dozen mortal soldiers.

At the moment when Latobis and the other wounded were helped away from the trenches, the Angel of Death's command reached their ears, even if it was not directed at them.

"Everyone, forward, reclaim the front."

"Hold on, kill, annihilate."

"The war is not over."

——————

But as Latobis and the sick and wounded walked through two trenches and approached the makeshift medical position at the bridgehead, he heard some kind of shrill voice.

Everyone heard it.

Everyone, whether it was a warrior, a doctor, or a groaning wounded, raised their heads in unison, searching for the overly large voice that had enveloped the entire human garrison in the face of the most instinctive human curiosity.

Then they saw a black cloud, a black mist that had coalesced into a solid body, a terrifying condensation that was constantly gathering the power of destruction.

Before anyone could react, the destruction rained down from the sky without hesitation, smashing into the ground before any warrior could shout.

"Boom ————!!!"

With the blow that shook the earth, the whole earth trembled, the entire battle line shook, and even the steel bridge behind them, which spanned thousands of meters, let out a moan of overwhelm.

Tens of thousands of warriors staggered to the ground from the aftermath of the blow, twisted, and rolled around in the trenches in pain, telling the sorrow of mortals in this battle of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods, some of whom were so close that they never got up again.

The wind was blowing, the howling was loud, the ecstasy bordering on weeping, the heartfelt appreciation of the gods above the clouds for such a great weapon of destruction.

Sergeant Latobis's ears were bleeding, and he subconsciously touched it, only to see that half of his palms were stained red, and for a moment he couldn't tell which ones were stained with blood from his ears, and which ones were caused by sharp stones cutting through his skin.

He wanted to get up, but he found that he really, really, really didn't have any strength left, and he squeezed the last of his strength, and tried and tried......

It wasn't until the fifth time that he grabbed the bodies of the medics beside him, who had no movement or sound, and slowly stood up with his shoulders and arms as fulcrums, only to find that there was only a dense fog around him that seemed to be unable to disperse anymore.

He wanted to see something, he wanted to find something, he wanted to know what it was, he might be walking, maybe he couldn't go anywhere, maybe he was crying, maybe he was just standing there numb.

But eventually, when his consciousness was a little clearer, when he could finally realize what he was seeing, he finally discovered it.

It's not difficult because it's just too big.

Latobis raised his head and looked only at the great shadow that surrounded the front of the trench, which obscured him, the whole position, and everything.

It was a mushroom cloud.

——————

He lost one fighter.

Maybe two.

Andrews stood in his place, watching the huge, black mushroom cloud silently loom over the entire position.

He knew that it was not a nuclear weapon, at least not the kind of human cognition, it was another mysterious and powerful, terrifying and blasphemous technology in the Randan Empire's filthy technology that was higher than the human empire.

Andrews closed his eyes.

He must have lost a warrior: the warrior who had made his way to the fourth trench to stabilize the front was now the most brand-new of the Dark Angel's countless sacrifices, along with the relic weapon in his hand.

Eventually, he picked up the communicator.

"How's the Stormbird repaired?"

"I've been able to fly short distances again, but I can't reach [the fortress] yet."

"What about combat features?"

"Partially restored."

"Very good......

Andrews paused.

"I need you to go to the rear of the Randan army, they should have a long-range fire position, enough to completely destroy our combat forces out of sight, I can't spare manpower right now......"

"I see."

The technical sergeant was silent for a moment, only for a moment.

"What about [alpha]?"

"Escort her to the bridge, someone will take her over."

"Understood."

Then the sergeant ended the communication.

Andrews wanted to say something more, but he ended up saying nothing, and there was only one thing he could do.

Taking up his arms, he walked into the trenches.

Now, what is more needed here is a warrior.

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"It's a powerful new weapon, isn't it?"

The adjutant officer's heartfelt voice sounded beside [Overlord Carmen], and he rolled his eyelids a little lazily and followed the deputy's gaze.

It was a Randan-style artillery position, some distance away from them, a group of Randan-style soldiers were personally controlling the artillery inside, and the huge [God of War] was too large, slow, and not easy to move even by Randan's standards.

However, given its great power, these trivial problems were naturally ignored, after all, one of Ran Dan's most mature military technologies was to use an endless swarm of drones to sweep and defend the formation, and those researchers in the rear naturally couldn't imagine anything that could tear through the walls of the endless drones.

"The new application of electromagnetic technology, from the very beginning, even the loading and unloading and maintenance of shipborne weapons, to the current detachable type that is enough to walk with the army, it is said that the Academy of Sciences has been studying to further reduce its power, further simplify the structure, to form a single weapon, now only need enough actual battlefield data......"

The adjutant's voice chattered without the slightest impatience, and the stupid [Overlords] were also pleasing to the eye at the power of this new weapon, and listened with great pleasure.

Only Carmen felt irritated.

Damn, it can kill whatever it wants.

It wants to fight.

An unquenchable impulse and desire roared in Carmen's chest, like a carnivorous beast that had been thoroughly stimulated, trying to break free from it like a mad man from hunger.

It's trying its best to control, to the best of its ability.

Its instincts as warriors and warriors told it that it wouldn't be a wonderful thing if it really allowed this beast to occupy its chest.

But when it heard the continuous, seemingly never-ending narration of the adjutant officer, it felt as if it could not control its anger.

[War ......]

[Just ahead...... War ......]

There was a war going on there, a big, great war so close to him, and he hadn't joined it yet.

Those dark angels, those great opponents, if they don't hurry, it will be too late.

"Next, we just need to ......"

"Enough!"

[Overlord Carmen] waved his hand, and drank away the assistant officer's interest in continuing to explain.

"Can't we win by sword and force?"

Its voice streaked across the empty hillside, and after a while, the excited echoes of the Overlords were heard.

"Tell them, prepare [Teleport], I can't wait to kill something, the time for science and lectures is over, and now it's about war, fighting and blood."

"So...... Who wants to be with me? ”

Hoarse cheers scrambled to sound, and ten blades were raised high, unleashing murderous loyalty towards the great declaration of [Overlord Carmen].

——————

"I've shot down twelve enemy planes."

"At least thirty more are surrounding me."

The Techno sergeant's voice came from the communicator, along with the sound of the Storm Bird moving through the rain of bullets in Randan, and thousands of fires either grazed through two sections of the wings or left headache-inducing scars on the body.

The technical sergeant reported briefly, while Andrews listened quietly, neither of them spoke, there were some questions, the technical sergeant did not ask, and Andrews naturally did not answer.

Until a real explosion sounded on the other end of the communicator, and even Andrews could hear it, it wasn't a small fight.

"My right flank was hit, half-destroyed."

Even so, the Techno-sergeant's voice was not the slightest bit of panic, like every dark angel who came out of Terra and lived to this day, his voice was only calm and silent.

"Can you hold on?"

"No, I can't control the direction right now...... Wait, I think I've found that position. ”

"There are more drones than I thought, Andrews, and there are at least a hundred of them."

"I can't go back."

He spoke quietly, and Andrews remained silent.

After a while, until the sound of bullets became more and more frequent, until the tremor of the shell and wings could be heard clearly even through the communicator, until the technical sergeant, after a faint sigh, reported his last words.

"There's only one cannon, Andrews, I've run out of ammo and I'm going to crash into it."

"I'll see you later."

“…… See you later. ”

Andrews replied in a low voice.

Then, he heard a loud noise, although it was several kilometers away, although it was separated by hills and Gobi hills, although it was separated by tens of thousands of Randan army and the sound of human defenders, he could still clearly hear it, it was a ballad born of the disintegration of the storm bird and the explosion of a strange weapon at the same time.

A ballad of death and sacrifice.

That's it......

He lost one more fighter.