studiobondurri Chapter Vol. 2 Ch. 5
Chapter Vol. 2 Ch. 5
Through electric signals, the robotic words were transmitted to the skies above the battlefield.
“–No face to Big Network no. 1.”
“Begin the Purge now.”
“All “Legion” units within Network are to be thawed “
“Repeat. Begin the Purge now”
“Target, East battlefield. Geade Federation.”
“Northern battlefield. United Kingdom of Roa Graecia”
“Southern battlefield. Wald Alliance”
“Western battlefield. Republic of San Magnolia.”
“Notify all “Legion” units under the network.”
“Begin extermination.”
†
At the same moment.
Western forces of the Geade Federation, Nordlicht squadron of the 177th Battalion. One officer got up immediately.
†
Raiden had a dream of falling down a cliff.
"–Get up."
He heard these words while the back of his head hit the floor. Raiden rubbed his neck that was tilted as he slept, and got up from the hard bed of the barracks.
The lights in the cramped room were not switched on, and the faint moonlight showed a silhouette. Shinn was holding the pillow he had pulled from under Raiden's head, and was standing before him.
"Hey...you're saying one thing and doing the opposite..."
"This isn't the time for this."
A terse reply.
He sounded anxious.
It was the middle of the night, and he was dressed in the Federation's steel-colored Panzerjacke.
At that moment, Raiden lost all desire to sleep.
“...They’re here?”
“Yeah.”
Raiden looked out of the window. At the distant skies to the west, silver clouds of Eintagsfliege cluttered the sky, burying the darkness of the night beyond it.
“How many of them?”
“Too lazy to count. Feels like all Seven Seals have been opened.”
“I have no idea what you’re referencing here.”@@@@
Hearing this rare joke from Shinn, Raiden knew things were getting really tricky.
The red eyes narrowed towards the distant battlefield, giving a cold glint.
“...It’s about time to assume the worst right now. Some of the forces we thought were headed to the other three countries are headed here. Looks like this Western battlefront is the most important one to the “Legion”.”
“Quite an honor for us.”
Raiden sarcastically retorted, and then got up in an instant.
The sharp blue light of the crescent moon shone upon Shinn’s sidelong face, and seeing that, Raiden frowned.
“...Say.”
“–For today’s battle, it’s best to keep the Para-RAID synchronization to the minimum.”
One had to wonder if the stone-faced death good had no intention to hide his feelings, or could not do so. The bloody red eyes were looking back at Raiden, grimacing.
The white face looked exceptionally pale, even under the moonlight. The red eyes were a little contorted due to pain.
“Unless necessary, try not to get close to me...I thought I got used to this, but tonight’s really tough.”
The screams of the dead had numbed the heart of the death god, who remained unfazed by the howls of the older brother he worked so hard to seek. His death god was blatantly showing weakness.
“–Understood.”
“I’ll leave the launch preparations to you. Wake the others up.”
“What about you?”
Shinn merely turned his eyes back, and patted the handgun by his side. It was not a small handgun the Federation had issued its pilot for suicide purposes, but a Republic automatic handgun that was bigger.
“This isn’t the time to keep mum.– I’m waking the entire army up.”
It was common in the military for things to be abrupt and unreasonable, but the Processors, woken up from their sleep, were utterly annoyed.
It was not an official order, and was made based on the squad leader’s discretion. Even if he had the skills of a real death god, there were no sirens, and there was no enemy shown on the area radar. Everyone else was utterly furious.
“Shit, if they tell us this is a training, I’m going to misfire at that death god...”
“What next time? This time already. Stray bullets. Stray bullets.”
There were the hoarse yells of the mechanic crew, who received the order for the “Juggernaut” to launch.. There were the mechanical sounds of the gantry crane, along with the noise of the heavy machinery moving the ammunition and energy packs. Hearing the Processors stifle their complaints behind these noises, Bernault, who was passing by, snorted.
“Ya guys can’t even retaliate man. Who were the ones who went to taunt the leader and got their asses kicked?”
Back then, they did not know Shinn was an Eighty Sixer. Seeing his noble-like appearance, they despised him, thinking he was a noble prince. There were quite a few who got beaten badly..
“But sergeant.”
“And ya haven’t been under his charge, so ya can’t feel it yet. Tell you what, that squad leader can figure out where those scraps are going better than the radar.”
The siren blared.
The growls and noises froze, for an ominous sound occupied the hangar hall.
It was the signal heralding the assault of the “Legion.”
The Processors were flabbergasted as they exchanged looks, and Bernault shrugged,
“...What I tell ya?”
At a corner of the First Defense line, the armored infantries were huddled in the entrenched bunker Tochka, gulping nervously as they awaited the enemy.
Ruins and forests were commonly seen on the Western battlefront, but unfortunately, neither could be seen here. The bunker had been reinforced heavily to withstand the barrage of the “Legion”, and were positioned
In a position where covering fire could be provided. The entrenchments were meandering, each corner a right angle to minimize the destructive blasts of the grenades. The plains before them were littered with anti-tank mines, along with the 88m anti-tank cannons behind.
Luckily, as the siren had aired early, the armored corps from the nearby barracks had hurried over with haste. The mighty machines brought some solace to the soldiers who feared darkness and death
"–Leader."
A soldier dressed in armored exoskeleton pointed forward. Beyond the distance, an inorganic, heinous, and surrealistic metallic silhouette appeared in the darker night.
The next instant, the entire horizon stretched across their sights was filled with the color of metal.
"Wha...!?"
It was like an oncoming tsunami. A countless number of shadows crossing the ridge, the shattered waves becoming torrents of madness, reducing the plains under the night into metal as they raced through. Like the looming water, like the cackling flames, and like the sounds of bones rubbing together, the rumbling sounds lurched forth as a tide, as the endless wave of enemy loomed from the other end.
It was a sight impossible to imagine.
The shadows covered everything that could be seen. The ominous darkness approached silently and quickly, devouring everything.
They, everything, were,
"The "Legion"..."
Dicit ei legio nomen mihi–est quia multi sumus.
A thunderclap boomed.
The cannons ripped through the air, landing like a hammer from the heavens.
Only a few might have realized it was the initial bombardments from the Scorpion. It was no wonder, for this scene before them was overly surreal. It was a scene out of a religious text, like the Last Judgment depicted in Revelations of the old Bible.
The first shots landed far behind the Federation's defense bases.
And this time, the second shots landed before them, far closer this time.
It was not a misfire. Artillery troops were meant to bombard enemies hidden in the horizon, dozens of kilometres away. The initial shots were simply test shots to zero the error, so surely, the next time—
"Fire for Impact incoming!!!!!!"
A boom.
The grenades were fired in unison, and the silver covering the dye was instantaneously dyed black, before they accurately landed in the trenches, and exploded.
The 155mm grenades exploded, resulting in some intense blasts, and the pellets that came flying at high speeds a tad later ripped apart the trenches and the armored infantries hidden inside.
Following that was another blast, a bombardment, another, and another. Each grenade would deal fatal damage to half of the people within the blast radius of forty five meters, and hundreds of such were fired, landing in unison. The rain-like bombardment continued to blow aside the howls and shrieks.
The armored infantries were pinned down the defense bases. At this moment, the steel-colored torrent had closed in upon them.
A startling number of Dinosaurias were lined in a massive Panzerkeil formation, the cannons aimed forward as they stormed on.
The intense bombardment of the Scorpions continued, but the "Legion" knew no fear as they continued to advance while pelted by friendly fire, relying on the sturdy armor, and the hundreds of tonnes of machines easily trampled upon the obstacles like toys.
Seeing the Ameise leading the pack, the armored infantries were intimidated.
The tremendous impacts blew upon the front of the "Legion", and destroyed the mine buried underneath. The blasts from the cannons and mines uprooted the dirt, and the Ameise darted into the combat area.
The few anti-tank mines that were not blown up were triggered, and several of the enemies were blown up.
The Dinosauria continued to advance, even trampling upon the remains of their friendlies. The Ameise, of lower worth in combat, were sent forth to pave the way for the Dinosauria that were more valuable. It was a self-destructive sacrificial manner befitting of the battle machines, which humans could never replicate.
The massive steel beasts remained unscathed as they passed the field of mines, and reached the trenches of armored infantries that somehow survived.
"Shit!! Hold your ground!! Don't fall back even if you die!!!!!"
The soldiers and mechanics were not the only ones who sprung into action after hearing the siren. The commanding generals and colonels too hurriedly got changed, and hurried to position.
The radar had long collapsed due to the jamming, and the notification of a "Legion" assault was from an unmanned scout far beyond range. The Federation leaders had no interest in wondering why the scout unit was so far. Command then dispatched more scouts to the destroyed scout, and from the numbers and formations, they deduced the scale and composition.
All of them paled at the shocking truth.
"Impossible...the entire Western frontline is under heavy assault...!?"
Grethe was in the command room of the 1028th Experimental squad, muttering as she saw the expected distribution map of the "Legion".
The first defense line to the West was completely dyed red. It was where the 177th battalion, the 8th army overseeing it was positioned. The red beacons indicating the enemy units reached so far back, and the friendly units assigned to the line, the blue units, were overwhelmingly fewer.
They had expected this massive assault, and had prepared for it. Such a vast scale and numbers were beyond their initial expectations however. The garrisons assigned to the first defense line were insufficient to deal with them.
The mobile defense squads on standby at the back should be prepare to sortie, but could the frontlines hang on until they arrive? Thus was a big flaw to the mobile defense, that they were too cumbersome, and specialized machinery were needed.
If the frontlines were breached, it would be too late for the back to deploy on the go. Surely the Western frontlines would be breached...!
Heard from the headset for commanders were the communications between the division headquarters and the main. The United Kingdom of Roa Graecia too was under heavy assault. All forces were fighting back furiously, but it remained a question as to whether they could hang on.
Will humanity finally reach its demise on this day?
She heard a message from the hangar.
"Lieutenant Colonel."
"Second Lieutenant Nouzen. What is the situation? When can you sortie?"
"Anytime. Nordlicht is ready to launch at any moment."
Grethe was momentarily stunned, and she looked back at the holographic screen with the 'sound only' words. The other command staff in the room were stunned speechless.
Shinn in turn answered calmly,
"We have not received any orders. I'll receive the reprimanding later"
Reproaching aside, Independent action would result in punishment, but he seemed confident that he would not be punished in any way as he responded calmly,, or perhaps he did not care about being punished.
Grethe curled her red lips into a smile. She had lipstick on her at all times, so that her subordinates would not realize when she paled.
It seemed there was no need for that.
"No matter what those shitty old men say later, I'll cover up for your guys, Lieutenant...the other squads will sortie once they're done preparing. Hold the line until then."
"Roger."
Since its inception, the old Geade Empire had always been a military superpower, and many cities were designed specifically as bases to deal with incoming enemies at the start of the war.
All the streets were narrow, and would never be linked directly to the center of the city. The rivers flowing through the city also divided the city into two. The walls of the ancient cobbled streets of stone remained flawed, and the brick houses were densely packed.
But even so, the assumptions when building them was that they would be battling humans.
"Retreat! Now! The armors are here!"
A squad of armored infantry hastily darted through the complex bending stone pavements.
The rearguard soldier turned around, and behind him, the sound of bones rubbing each other was approaching. At that instant, the cannon of 120mm blasted through everything, ignoring the buildings between.
The stone walls were utterly hapless in the face of the tank cannons capable of shooting through six hundred milliliters of compressed steel. The cannon made a near direct hit upon the rearguard soldier, blowing him to smithereens, and the rubble blown away ripped apart the soldiers that were unable to escape, along with the armor upon them.
"Captain!!"
"Don't go back! He's a goner!"
The walls collapsed, and a smoking cannon appeared from there. The massive metallic coloured Löwe leisurely turned around the corner. The shattered bricks piled upon the road, but were nothing to the multiple legs.
There was no time to escape. The armored soldiers stopped in their tracks, glaring back at the enemy about to kill them. The tank cannon was aimed towards them–
A sharp, heavy sound of metal racing across the hard stone ground was followed by the stone tiles trampled upon as it jumped, and the wind that blew along with it.
A pure white silhouette flew above the armored infantries.
The white silhouette landed upon the wall to the left of the street, leaped off the wall with a triangle jump, and bounced up again. The Löwe tried to aim towards it, raising it up like a horse's rein, but the cannon got hit.
"You hear that? If you don't want to die, come along."
†
The main forces of the "Legion" came, and at the same time, the armored forces of the Federation reached the frontlines, building up sturdy defense lines, forming walls with thick armor, and defending stubbornly against the overwhelming attacks of the enemy. A deadlock occurred as the garrisons switched hands.
Somebody noticed that the sky had already brightened, and the naked eye could see the gun in hand.
Red light shone at the horizon.
The soldiers looked up at the skies, from the trenches, from the barricades formed out of collapsed buildings, from the cramped cockpits of the units, and from the middle of the gunfire.
The sky was completely red.
The bright red light of the rising sun was reflected and refracted by the Eintagsfliege covering the sky completely. The sky that was supposed to be dawn was locked under a dull, bloody red light, like an enclosed burning.
Under the red skies, the battles continued.
Under the bloody light, the black shadows comprised of ruins, entrenches, remains of the units, and heaps of corpses started to pile up. Between them, the machine monsters and the humans remained locked in a deathmatch. Fire and blood were spewed, becoming shadows that fell and remained, further reducing the world of red and black to more red and black.
Such was a scene right out of Hell.
Amidst the Hell of red and black, a white nightmare could be seen.
It was racing through like lightning, like a bright fantasy.
It was thoroughly covered with scars, but like its name of a war goddess, the headless skeleton was pure.
If this part had collapsed, the surrounding defences would follow. Thus, they had focused on this position, combating without knowing of toil. In the face of the surging "Legion", they did not back down, and slaughtered the enemy with the mad battling and precise shots, like wild beasts tearing at each other.
They had ignored all requests of aid from the other squads, or calls from the back telling them to back then. In the face of the endless "Legion", they had no time to spare aid for other, and knew that they could not fall back even if they collapsed. They, once cut off by the mines of their homeland, might have forgotten about the word 'retreat' altogether.
The destroyed "Legion" continued to pile one after another, and using them as cover or turrets, they continued to battle.
But if they kept battling, they would run out of bullets or energy. The "Reginleifs" were units that sought mobility, so the ammunition they carried were far insufficient. Even if they were to head to the back to resupply, it was still insufficient. Thus, they could only remove usable parts from the destroyed friendlies and repair or resupply. The "Scavenger" following them too kept searching for spare parts, removing them, and piling them near their position.
There were soldiers who lived at the border since the inception of the Empire, and were born on the Wolflands. Seeing these silhouettes, they were impressed.
Even as they fought to the death, they were smiling, for they had a few more reliable comrades.
But most of the Federation soldiers could not think as such.
The optical intel reached the command vehicles and headquarters through the data link. All of them, the armored infantries in the trenches, the operators, the commanders, and the higher ups could only mutter in shock.
"The Eighty Sixers...!"
They were teenagers, comrades who were from the Republic, treated as human-looking pigs, sent to the battlefield by the Republic.
The Federation had assumed they were pitiful children.
For they were robbed of human rights, freedom, family, hometown, even their names. They were sent to the battlefield before they had fully matured, and survived the countless battles, before they were finally ordered a meaningless death. At the very least, they should enjoy happiness in the Federation. That was what everyone had thought.
But they gave up on those wishes.
They chose to return to the battlefield, to the most dangerous of all battlefields. They had no reason to fight, no need to protect their homeland, family, and ideals. In fact, they were not protecting anything. Ignoring the pleas of aid from the friendlies, they ripped bones and flesh from the remains of their fellow units, and kept on fighting. It appeared as though they were jut seeking to fight a meaningless, unreasonable, endless battle.
They were not innocent, pitiful children who were oppressed, who lost everything.
They were monsters.
They were human-looking, killing machines who were borne out of the ruthlessness of the battlefield, and the malice of the public. They were the demons of the battlefield, unable to understand the compassion and aid granted to them. It was not their sin to be born and twisted as such, but their hearts, twisted to this point, were a lost cause.
"Monsters..."
There was a possibility the Eighty Sixers might have overheard that, but nobody would reproach the person who uttered that.
†
The large transport craft ferrying the emergency response team landed near FOB 15, the armored units and infantries soon hurried over.
The blue blips indicating friendlies instantly multiplied on the screen, the red and blue intertwined like a mosaic. Grethe was watching on, and suddenly, the red blips started to move.
The clusters of red and blue started to disperse. Like sand in an hourglass returning to place, the red blips slowly returned to the west, to their controlled area.
"–The "Legion"..."
Shinn had long forgotten the time.
The optical screens showing the outside was dyed completely red. He could not remember how many enemies he had defeated, and how many were left. The short pause between the assaults allowed for them to feed on rations, and any minimal rest they had was through closing their eyes. There were no tactics, just a demolition of the waves of "Legion". It was not a battle per se, but a primitive deathmatch.
With his lone shred of rationality, he could barely figure out friend and foe. If the battle lasted a little longer however, who knew what would happen.
Suddenly, Shinn noticed it was raining, and lifted his head.
The "Juggernaut" voice sensors picked up white noise and the rain pelting upon the armor. The sounds seemed serene in the noisy battlefield.
His mind was dulled due to fatigue, and it took him a long while to understand the reason behind of this sound.
The "Legion" was starting to retreat.
The voices of the dead were fading, and only the covering fire of the Scorpions and the noise of pursuit squads battling echoed intermittently.
He opened the canopy that had been locked for what felt like a long time, stood amidst the drizzle, and let out a long sigh.
Seeing the red light by the edge of the thin clouds, he knew it was the late evening of the Northern summer.
"–All forces."
His voice was a little hoarse. It appeared his throat was parched.
The voices that answered were a lot fewer than when they sortied. Some answered with gasping breaths, and some did not, probably for the lack of necessity.
And of course, there were some who could do neither.
"The "Legion" has begun a full retreat. It's time to head back."
Shinn docked the 'Undertaker' at the hangar, got off, and found Frederica standing before him.
Her eyes were slightly red, perhaps because she had spent the entire night up. The long hair that was usually combed was all messy. Perhaps she had been waiting for him here after he sortied.
Their eyes met, and her tender face contorted. She seemed relieved, and yet seemed to have been reprimanded harshly, for tears welled in her eyes, and she leapt into his clutches, feeling impatient as she embraced him tightly.
"Shinei, you fool."
He did not know why he was scolded. He subconsciously reached his hand for the little head that surprisingly did not have a military cap, and caressed the black hair, her tender hands clutching at him harder.
"Fools, both of you, you, and Kiri."
†
The forces on standby were assigned to keep guard against another possible "Legion" attack, but the heaps of work for the Western forces commanders remained. They had to replenish the lost manpower and equipment during this battle, move the wounded and the corpses, repair the defences, analyse the battles, and determine the contributions.
First off, they should reward the scout unit manager that had detected the assault of the enemy (far) earlier than expected, pinpointed the correct area, and saved the Western front from the brink of annihilation. That was a common consensus amongst the commanders.
But the manager had doubt over this.
He claimed the instructions to scout the area was not from him.
He said there was an officer who found him, and convinced him to spot this area, and that the discovery of the advanced forces, and the instructions to the other combat areas were down to that officer.
In that case, surely the contribution belonged to that officer.
"–While the manager was poised when he said so, I heard that you have actually used some violent methods, Second Lieutenant Shinei Nouzen."
The commander office inherited the positioning and decorations of the Empire. The Major General was seated behind the thick, heavy Mahogany desk. He was wearing service ribbons, and a cross medal on his neck. His hollow eyes were shrouded by his black eyebags.
"A Federation soldier's gun is to be pointed at the enemy, not to threaten our side. This applies irregardless of you pointing a gun at anyone."
"...The discovery of the enemy shall offset this punishment, I believe. That man could have been promoted if he had not said it."
Hearing the calm response, the Major General narrowed his eyes. He could sense Grethe behind him rubbing her forehead.
Shinn in turn remained still before the desk, in a 'restless' posture. Countless independent actions, and a violation of military regulations. While out of necessity, interrogation and punishment were needed.
Given the list of offenses, he could have been detained, but given how they were simply interrogating him, it appeared they were still accessing him.
The Major General turned his leather chair around, and glanced aside at the tablet terminal, before lifting an eye towards Shinn.
I heard from the gendarmerie that you had some interesting answers...that you can hear the voices of the "Legion", and determine their positions even."
Grethe then interrupted impulsively.
"Major General. You might not believe it, but it is the truth. The squad members that used the RAID devices and had audible synchronization with Lieutenant Nouzen have confirmed this..."
"Did I ask for you to speak up, Lieutenant Colonel? I do know people with such powers exist, and the witnesses have said it. Those along however cannot prove this situation."
The Major General tapped at the terminal, and displayed a map of the battlefield on the table. Beyond the hologram map were the black eyes staring back at Shinn.
"Where are they? –Point out ten places, from closest to furthest."
Shinn looked up. There was a dummy surveillance camera at the ceiling, the tablet in the Major General's hand was positioned just enough to prevent him from seeing it, and an intercom was hidden in the Major General's hair. It seemed the Major General wanted to affirm the data captured by the radar, and match it real-time.
Principle aside, this certainly was the most direct, reliable manner to affirm the validity of something, so Shinn sighed,
"...Excuse me."
He sought out the closest enemy position on the map, and pinpointed ten positions. He was able to accurately detect where the "Legion" were, and the distance, but he could not convert it as into common distance units. Leaving aside the fact that he was used to the Republic's combat areas, the battalion's map was much bigger, and he could not deduce on gut feeling.
Once he drew the seventh position, the Major General's eyes widened, and he hushed his voice into the intercom, for that position might not have been detected.
Once Shinn was done answering, he returned back to his position. The Major General let out a long sigh.
"...One thing I want to ask."
After a moment of thought, the Major General asked.
"Why do you want to do this? While it certainly helped support the Western front, you should know this is a dangerous act, right? Why risk this?"
"I determined that proper protocol will be too late to intercept the enemy...at that moment, you probably will not believe if I said so."
"You are not answering my question. I am asking if you have considered your own safety...have you not, as an Eighty Sixers, thought of the possibility of you being used as a canary, or a guinea pig?"
For they were the Eighty Sixers, who were deemed as human-looking pigs by their homeland.
"Of course I did...but if we are defeated by the "Legion" because of this reservation, everything else would have been for naught."
The Major General remained silent for a few seconds.
"I see–you will sacrifice yourself if it means destroying the enemy. That makes you Eighty Sixers, huh? An ice blade you are, shattering yourself as you shatter the enemy."
Grethe raised an eyebrow, trying to say something, but the Major General impatiently raised his hand to stop her, and said,
"I shall not look into this matter any further...if there are similar crisis to be sensed, may I expect a report from you like this instance?"
"Of course."
"When that happens, I shall inquire you again, Lieutenant Colonel. You may contact me directly if it is an emergency. I shall inform my aide."
Once they exited the commander's office, Grethe sighed, and said,
"Please, stop making me worry so much, Second Lieutenant. Your words and tone are not appropriate when speaking to a superior."
"My apologies."
"Goodness...and also, please think of how you should protect yourself. Results wise, protecting yourself means protecting those around you. Do you understand, Full Lieutenant Nouzen?"
Seeing the suspicious look from Shinn, Grethe merely shrugged.
"All the Lieutenants died, so we promoted you. It's common in the Federation army."
She pointed at the Lieutenant Colonel insignia on her collar, the rank she attained midway through her twenties due to the impromptu commissions on the battlefields, and she showed a wry smile.
"You are already acting as squadron commander, so perfect timing...you could have an additional rank, but it was nullified because of your actions."
"..."
"Can't you be happy or sad about this? Your pay will rise anyway, though you might not feel anything about this."
The necessary expenses were paid by the military, and there was nothing else to spend of. Thus, despite her telling him this, he did not feel anything."
Again, Grethe showed a wry smile.
"Seriously...this is all from me. Good work, Lieutenant."
"... Please excuse me."
Bidding farewell to Grethe, who returned to her office, Shinn walked down the long corridor paved with carpet, and quietly let out a sigh.
The Western army had been dented to a destructive extent, its defences left for the backup forces as they regrouped, so there was no mission. The days of interrogation left him unable to affirm the situation of his squadron, and he prepared to head to Nordlicht's barracks at the headquarters.
Suddenly, Shinn heard quick footsteps approaching him.
He lifted his head, and found Frederica. Her sturdy boots were trampling upon the carpet, and seemed unbefitting of the base camp that had mostly relaxed.
At the same time, he sensed a stare from far away.
The black eyes encased in malice.
"–I'll kill you."
He felt a shiver down his spine.
Why? Why did he forget?
He encountered it twice. He knew that was the trump card of the "Legion".
But why did he subconsciously eliminated the threat from his subconsciousness?
It was because, in a corner of his heart, he thought that even if the strongholds, country, and even humanity right behind the battlefield he was on were destroyed, it had nothing to do with them.
That for the Eighty Sixers, who had deemed the besieged battlefield as a hometown, faced the enemy in the eye, and would inevitably be crushed, nothing mattered–
But at that moment, he realized that he never actually left the battlefield of the eighty six areas in the truest sense of the word.
Frederica yelled,
"Get down! Kiri is...!"
The sound of an ultrasonic cannon ripping through the air came almost instantaneously with the noise of a tremendous weight hitting something.
A flash appeared outside the windows.
The line of sight was dyed completely white.
The noise was so great, it was deafening, as the cannon ripped the air like a thunderclap, and the shockwaves that followed ripped through the entire base.