In the eyes of ordinary people, the MDS unit of the Defense Force should be the same as the knight who controls the flying beast, the iron knight who reduces his car to armor and soars in the sky. In fact, the Shoshi wearing MDS and the magician are peers, and the MDS is to the Shoshi what the wand is to the magician. Harnessing the power of science to seal magic into special bullets and inflict disaster on enemies - this is the original state of Shoshi and MDS.

There is magic in the world. The nations see it as a miracle of the Mother Goddess, while Alfheim sees magic largely as a phenomenon, a chemical reaction. It's like a phenomenon that occurs in abundance in nature, suddenly, and slowly. The phenomenon of exercising one's own will to induce various effects is called "magic".

Based on this understanding, coupled with the peculiarities of the development process of his own architecture, Alfheim did not regard magicians as "chosen people" and "born nobles" as the other countries do, and the Shoshi who resonated with Mana through the brain quantum wave amplification device did not wear robes, hats, and wands like the magicians of other countries.

They are engineers, scientists, technocrats, and well-trained killing machines. Compared to the magicians who have long been hereditary aristocratic and have so-called "traditional" in their minds, the Shoshi are more aware and adept at maximizing the destructive power of their techniques.

Once an order is given, the body executes it before the brain understands it. Magazine replacement, surgical construction, surgical sealing - the last breath is complete, and the target is encased in the crosshairs aura. As the salvo command sounded in the headset, 24 20mm cannon shells filled with Celestial Crystal flew towards the target together.

12 Tracking, 3 Smoke, 2 Thermal Interference, 3 Barriers, 1 Oxygen Generation, 1 Hydrogen Generation, 2 Delayed Explosions.

There is nothing special about the types and quantities of techniques, and the lowest apprentices can complete all of them.

When these techniques are combined and launched in a predetermined order, they become extremely powerful murder weapons.

Blocking the field of view with smoke, covering the following barrage with thermal interference, and using a large number of inducing shells to limit the opponent's evasion path, setting up barriers on the path of possible escape, and finally triggering an explosion in a high concentration of hydrogen-oxygen mixture - in the semi-enclosed space built by the barrier, the power of the explosion will be further amplified, roughly estimated to be equivalent to 1 ton of explosives being detonated. Not to mention the destructive power, the explosion of a fuel-air bomb will further cause a sharp change in air pressure, causing acute atelectasis and pulmonary congestion, while the already scarce oxygen at high altitude will be further reduced to lethal levels through combustion.

Hypoxia, atelectasis, lung congestion, carbon monoxide poisoning – all of these are deadly tests for high-flying creatures, and together they are hell within hells. In comparison, it is happier to die directly from the explosion.

The above process will be completed in less than 1 second.

This is the power of science, and this is the power of MDS Shoshi. A professional soldier who is more proficient in how to use his power to practice the way of destruction than a magician who indulges in ancient traditions.

The flash of fire, the moment the red and black clouds exploded, the shock wave also spread in all directions. After finally getting rid of the almost suffocating heat wave and regaining its balance, the MDS fleet immediately began to search for targets. Due to the electromagnetic and mana disorders caused by the explosion, it was difficult for the detection system to function in a short period of time, and each unit had to rely on the naked eye to search at this time.

- There is no way that anyone will survive such an explosion.

With this self-confidence, the Shoshi still did not relax, and they knew very well that due to the impact of interference, the team function can be said to be in a relatively weak state. If the white guy had survived, he wouldn't have missed this opportunity.

They are really excellent.

Perhaps in response to the concerns of the Shoshi, or perhaps in homage for their outstanding performance, their opponents danced with all their might.

The red phosphorescent light blew away the smoke cloud in one breath, and the hastily deployed interception fire net fell behind him, listening to the enemy's communications, whether steady or restless, and the boy endured the torture as if he was being crushed by a heavy liquid, while continuing to make the body make a Z-shaped irregular avoidance movement. Machine guns, machine guns, and anti-aircraft fire that followed—all left behind by the galloping white spirit beasts. Pushing away the solemn air, Roland rushed to the squad closest to him.

The young Shoshi had just had time to realize that his opponent was rushing towards him, the muzzle of the gun had just been raised, and the hand holding the gun had been pushed aside, and then his consciousness sank into the darkness with the impact of his abdomen, and the exclamations of his companions echoed faintly in his ears before he fell unconscious.

"The enemy plane is deformed, no, transformed!"

"Is it a deformer with a movable frame?"

"No, it's too fast, I can't catch up at all!"

"CP! Reinforcements haven't arrived yet?! The siege network is almost untenable!"

"Hell...... I haven't heard of humans developing such a thing!!"

Barely maintaining the exchange of rational voices in the airwaves, each MDS falls, and the panic, hatred, and anger become several times stronger.

The white guy didn't knock his opponent down.

This situation, which should have been celebrated, only stung the self-esteem of the Shoshi even more.

For a warrior, being wounded or killed in battle is not something to be ashamed of, but rather a glorious home or experience. On the contrary, it is easier to give people an embarrassing impression by being deliberately let out of life by the opponent.

Don't let go when you can - that's the rule on the battlefield.

For those who deviated from this rule, wantonly flaunted their strength, and doubled their self-esteem, the Shoshi really ignited their killing intent for the first time.

In order to shoot down this hateful enemy, in order to save their reputation, they will do everything in their power.

The Shoshi, who were on the verge of a rampage, did not notice that the forces that were supposed to be divided against the enemy ships were also thrown into the battle to encircle and suppress the white airframe.

（...... I'm really sorry.)

Eavesdropping on the unencrypted voice communications, Roland silently apologized in his heart.

Of course, he knows what kind of reaction the so-called "not killing" will provoke on the battlefield, and it can be said that both the enemy and the enemy equally hate this kind of almost arrogant behavior, and at the same time, they are more disgusted with the part of "killing but not killing" than "naïve".

This is military romanticism.

Death is meaningful;

Sacrifice is noble;

Dying for a righteous and noble purpose is the best destination for a soldier;

In fact, a sense of honor is an important guarantee of morale, and an army without a sense of honor and a certain degree of moral restraint can only be regarded as an armed group such as mercenaries or bandits.

It's just that.

Transitioning to indulging in bloody and beautiful words will inevitably narrow your vision and miss what you should have seen.

- just like the shoshi who are now concentrated against him.