A variety of live ammunition weapons poured out rhythmically from the ammunition depots of the warships, turning into barrages and hitting the sea behind the ships, setting off huge waves. Thunder Angel's core sent out high-energy particle cannons again and again, and the energy passed through the optical interference and energy attenuation of the water curtain. There was never a single direct hit, and the fleet miraculously survived until now.
"Report, the remnants can last for seven minutes, and it will take at least nine minutes to get out of the nuclear strike range!" The CIC soldier shouted anxiously, "Dr. Lingos, what should we do?"
"Keep the current rhythm first and don't panic." Ed tried his best to show the greatest calmness, and responded with a slow and unhurried voice, "I'm thinking of a way, and there will be a way."
His calm voice eased everyone's anxiety, but Ed knew in his heart that this would not solve the substantive problem. Even if the nuclear bomb was dropped at the last moment, only he could survive the aftermath of the impact by relying on the AT force field and the Fruit of Life, and everyone else was left with a dead end.
"But Ed, you'd be fine if you survived," Alice said in his mind. "It's helpless, and it's no use feeling guilty about what you can't do. Anyway... you don't know them anyway, Don't blame yourself."
Alice's clumsy way of comforting sounded like an excuse to avoid responsibility, and Eddard could only return a wry smile. Regardless of whether Xia Ya ran away or not, Ed couldn't easily convince himself to sacrifice so many people with peace of mind.
"Two minutes..." A beautiful woman standing beside her in a driver's suit thought for a moment, then walked over to Ed and gave a salute, "The MS unit will fight for two minutes at the last minute, please Dr. Lingos Take everyone to retreat."
"I remember you are..." Ed was searching his memory, and Char had given him a brief introduction to him before, "The captain of this ship's MS team?"
"The Gibraltar base belongs to the MS team captain, Captain McKenzie." The captain smiled shyly at him, "Since Mr. Covatello has lost contact, I suggest that Dr. Lingos take the MS to leave first, and the rest will leave. We can leave it to us as soldiers.”
"I've seen it before. The best performance aircraft on the ship are only a small number of Jiegang. It's a night talk in front of Thunder Angel for 120 seconds." Ed squeezed his eyebrows and shook his head. , "It's nothing to die for, it's meaningless."
"Dr. Lingos, you only have the right to advise the MS unit, not to have the right to command. I will still attack." Miss Captain said firmly, "If you attack, you will die, and you will die if you sit still, even if you can gain an extra second. The probability that everyone will survive will be one percent higher, and our sacrifice will be meaningful. There is no such thing as the right thing, we can only do what we can do.”
The familiar lines made Ed startled for a while, and blurted out, "What's your full name?"
"Christina McKenzie?" Miss Lieutenant was a little puzzled, showing an inexplicable expression, and then she seemed to think of something, and her face suddenly flushed, "Dr. Lingos, you are very respected, and we are indeed there. Life and death, but I have to tell you I'm engaged!"
Ed asked in a complicated mood, "What's the name of your fiancé?"
"Bernard Wazeman." Captain Christina blushed and raised her eyebrows. "I'm a soldier of PLANT. We agreed to get married when we retired. My parents also like him very much. Dr. Lingos, yours There are enough peach scandals, please don't involve me too!"
Ed suddenly remembered that the development plan of RX-78-NT1 Alex was forcibly cancelled on the grounds of insufficient NT research. At that time, he did not think that it would have any practical significance. The spiral went round and round and came back here.
"Alice, this world is so cute." He sighed in his mind, "The director doesn't seem to want me to run away now. When a familiar name appears at such a time, I can't think of anything except the malice of fate. reason."
"Dr. Lingos?" Captain Christina looked at Ed in confusion. "What's the matter with you?"
"I just want to say, I'm married, and I love Lux very much. Miss Lieutenant, you may have misunderstood." Ed replied with a smile, "I won't leave early, after you do what you can do When it comes to things, I have to do what I can do well. Even if I can’t think of any reliable ideas, at least let me struggle for the last second.”
Captain Christina took a deep breath and saluted again, "It's my honor to fight alongside you."
After speaking, Miss Captain quickly left the bridge and went to Gnaku to prepare for the attack.
"Ed, do you know the woman just now?" Alice asked curiously, "Your reaction is so strange."
"I just met." He sighed. "She's not an important person, and probably won't have any role in the future. It's just that I... just willfully don't want her to die here."
As time passed by, the residual ammunition on the ship decreased bit by bit. Then, the hour of judgment finally came.
The firepower of the MS alone is not enough to support the barrage that can cover the battleship. The ship and the Thunder Angel are calm and have a wide field of vision. A dense number of MSs flew out from each ship, and they fired at Thunder Angel, trying to attract its attention, but the beam rifle hit the AT force field without even a single ripple.
The huge energy gathered and compressed at the core of Thunder Angel, emitting a dazzling light, condensing into a particle beam and venting out. The particle beam penetrated the air and evaporated the sea, ignoring the MS swarm flying in the sky, and bombarded the flagship's I position with precision. The I stand only lasted for less than two seconds and was torn to shreds like paper, and the next moment the ship's armor quickly became hot and red in the high temperature.
"Based on the enemy's weapon output and armor melting rate, there are five seconds left before the battleship's armor is penetrated!" CIC shouted desperately, "Four, three—"
"What a joke!" A pitch-black MS suddenly appeared in the middle of the flagship and Thunder Angel with a shield, bearing the impact of energy instead of the battleship, "I haven't become a powerful doctor yet, and I haven't made you impress me. , you haven't paid off your student loan, how can you let you die in such a place!"
"Camus! Get out of the way!" Ed rushed to the communication device quickly, "The Banshee's I position and shield can't handle the Thunder Angel's efforts! Don't die in vain!"
"How do I know that kind of thing! I'm neither Sirocco nor Char, how can I do such a precise calculation!" Camus gritted his teeth and roared, "I just said a big word to my wife, do you want me to watch it? Are you going to die looking at the doctor?! At this time, you can only trust your MS!"
The I position was instantly penetrated, and the particle stream hit the armor directly. The high temperature almost instantly destroyed the thermostat and transmitted it to the cockpit. Camus in the cockpit felt so hot that he was about to suffocate under the scorching heat.
"Unicorns are MS that have created miracles, and the second unit can't be worse there!" Camus roared hoarsely, "Answer me, BANSHEE!!!"
The logo of NT-D flashed across the screen, the horns on the head of the body were divided into nine, and a dazzling golden light emanated from the armor of the banshee. The destroyed I stand was constantly under the impact of the particle stream. Broken, reborn, shattered, reborn.
After nearly ten seconds, Thunder Angel's direct attack finally came to an end. The shield on the left arm of the mourning banshee with golden light has completely disappeared, and the armor of the whole body is also damaged to varying degrees. The fuselage was quietly suspended on the sea, and the fuselage was still steaming with the heat that seemed to be cooked.
At this time, Ed's mind seemed to have something penetrated and shattered.
"Doctor, I can use NT-D too!" Camus exclaimed excitedly, "Please let me try it out, fight against the apostles!"
"The Banshee is severely damaged, and your driving skills are not very good. I don't see much chance of winning." Ed said indifferently, "Your mission covers the retreat of our army."
"Then you're going to drop nukes?" Camus retorted dissatisfiedly. "How many nukes would it take to kill this monster? One? Five? How many of these monsters are left? Five? Ten? Wait until it's over. After that, the earth can't be inhabited at all! What's the difference between this and the ending of Char throwing Junius 7 at the earth?!"
"Have you learned to quibble?" Ed raised his eyebrows, "The logic doesn't hold, you didn't convince me."
"I'm already an adult, I decide what to do, I don't need to convince you!" The mourning banshee in NT-D mode rearranged her posture and flew in the direction of Thunder Angel at full speed, "Do you know the pain of not being liked by your parents? Do you understand the impact of idol collapse? He beats and scolded me all day long, made me mature and made me grow up, and now I have learned to make my own decisions and still keep hitting me!"
Ed smiled dumbly: "How can I keep hitting you?"
"I think you're targeting me!" Camus patted the armrest of the seat angrily, "What's wrong with me trying to play my value as a NewType? What's wrong with me trying to protect the earth I live in? I just want to What's wrong with being a grown-up that can take you on your own?!"
"Don't be distracted!"
"Mr. Covatello still knew that he was kind and soft-spoken to me when he was fooling me. I'm here to save you with good intentions. Doctor, you can't be polite when you talk to me - wow!" Camus's complaint was blocked by Thunder Angel interrupted by an artillery bombardment from the
"So I told you not to be distracted." Ed said speechlessly, "Look at you, you can't even chat while driving a Gundam, and you're too embarrassed to call yourself ACE?"
"The old man said that I could be a teacher, but you are the only doctor who criticized me all the time. It's a pity that I was still before I left..." Camus's head rang out, "Dangerous!"
The Thunder Angel's shelling did not target the Banshee, but Camus took the initiative to rush to the shooting route and act as a meat shield. His intuition told him that this shot was aimed at the flagship of the Doctor, and the flagships were already shaky, so he couldn't take this shot no matter what.
"I don't know how long I can last, haven't I withdrawn from the apostle's range?!" Camus drank while holding the hot joystick, "You are Dr. Lingos, how can you commit such a stupid thing? Wrong? It's enough to destroy an idol once!"
"The battleship has staggered the firing path." Ed said quickly, "You should avoid it too!"
As soon as the Banshee pulled away from the particle torrent, Thunder Angel immediately ended the attack, re-targeted Ed's ship and fired again, and Camus flew towards him without thinking.
"Why? Why is it chasing you? Does it have a grudge against you?" Camus kept adjusting his position to protect Ed's flagship, and under this direct attack, the banshee in NT-D mode soon became a mourning banshee. There was also a battle loss, "Doctor, please say sorry to the girls in Arzenal for me, thank you for taking care of me for so long, and for me to-"
"Say this yourself, I'm not your father!" Ed scolded, "Don't say it like a last word!"
"It's just a last word!" Camus shouted through gritted teeth, "What kind of MS expert are you, don't you see that I can't hold it anymore? NT-D also has a limit, up to three minutes. Run, doctor. !"
"I said Camus, did you misunderstand something?" Ed smiled comfortably, "I'm not some princess waiting to be rescued on the castle tower."
"I've heard the real eldest brother say that, what qualifications do people who are taken away by bad guys all day have to say such things? You—" Camus said halfway and was stunned, "Are you speaking in my consciousness? Doctor, you... you Has your NT ability recovered?"
"Humans are very weak, so weak that the AT stand can only maintain their own existence." Ed said calmly, "But even such a weak human being can become strong if he gathers his strength, this is NewType ."
The banshee's body was full of golden light, and the position of I, which was constantly broken, began to stabilize. The golden light particles diffused out from the psychic skeleton, gradually becoming denser and denser, and finally formed into golden crystals.
"It seems that the induction can extend to...anywhere." Camus's soul hangs in the air as if out of his body, the mourning banshee is under him, the Thunder Angel is not far away, and his consciousness is expanding frantically. Up and down the four directions seemed endless, "Doctor, what's going on?"
"I've set it up, and if I want to hear it, I'll tell you to vomit." Ed appeared behind him and gave him a light push, "Now let's do a good job."
Camus suddenly woke up in the cockpit, and the scorching heat was no longer felt in the cabin. The whole body of the banshee was covered with golden crystals, and the particle cannon of the thunder angel hit it as if it had entered another dimension, causing no damage. Camus's spirit had never been so clear, and his body was full of explosive power that came from nowhere.
"It can be done." The mourning banshee suddenly accelerated with the particle cannon, "I can do it!"
Looking from a distance, a line segment that shines with intense light keeps shortening, and the golden endpoint continues to approach the other end of the blue at a speed visible to the naked eye. After an unknown amount of time, the two endpoints of different colors finally merged into one. The MS passed through Thunder Angel's AT force field unimpeded, and Camus heard nothing - Ed shielded Camus from all voices from the apostles.
Thunder Angel quickly deformed when seeing the situation, and wanted to return to the shape of a regular octahedron to protect the core. However, the banshee waved her hands slowly, tearing apart Thunder Angel's blue barrier with ease, holding the red core with both hands. The palms of the body slammed together slightly, and the core was crushed, and the bright blood plasma splashed and scattered.
"What, it turned out to be quite simple." In an instant, a sense of boundless fatigue hit Camus, he leaned on the back of the chair and called out in consciousness, "Doctor, for the sake of killing the apostle, Can you make a request?"
"What do you think?"
"Even the old man recognized me before, but now that I've killed the apostle, you can't..." Camus's upper and lower eyelids fought so hard that he could barely keep his eyes open. "... Praise me occasionally?"
"Then I'll say it again," Ed said softly. "Nice job."
"Haha..." Camus showed a childlike innocent smile, "Doctor... I'm secretly telling you... Actually I... I'm quite envious... Really... Big brother... of... "
There was steady breathing in the cockpit, and Camus had fallen asleep.
"Hey, Alice, I think this kid will be a good doctor in the future," Ed said softly. "What do you think?"
"Stop talking about that!" Alice wrapped tightly around his dissolving arm, her voice sounding like she was about to cry, "Ed, how long can you hold on?"
"Not sure, one day should be fine?" He smiled helplessly, "I have to go back to see my wife and children, right?"