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Boom!
A GINN that had just dodged a missile was accurately struck in the cockpit by a crimson beam, exploding into fragments in mid-air.
Having fired one shot, Mikazuki roughly discarded the ultra-high pulse cannon, gripped the handle of his Mace, and threw it with all his might.
At the same moment the Mace was thrown, Mikazuki pulled up his thrusters and soared into the sky.
Rau Le Creuset saw the Mace flying towards him and quickly used the satellite's bridge to dodge the last missile hot on his tail. The Mace, too, embedded itself in the bridge.
"Is it over...? To throw a weapon away like that, how reckless... ngh."
Just as Rau Le Creuset thought it was done, a demonic figure appeared on the screen before him, its massive fist smashing into the Cgue's single eye.
The Cgue's main monitor shattered, leaving everything completely black in front.
"Damn it!"
Mikazuki controlled the Gundam Barbatos, reaching out to grab the embedded Mace, which came loose without much effort.
It landed steadily on the Archangel's central deck, and without any hesitation, he threw the Mace again at the Cgue, which was as good as blind in the air.
Just as the Cgue turned to see that the Mace was too close to dodge, another green general-purpose GINN flew in front of it.
Thwack!
The top of the Mace pierced through the GINN's body, and Rau Le Creuset's communication came through in a broken voice.
"Rau... Rau Le Creuset Captain... please... please leave quickly."
Rau Le Creuset reacted swiftly upon hearing this, not even glancing at the GINN that had taken the hit for him, turning and leaving without any hesitation.
This was Rau Le Creuset; he regarded everyone as pawns to achieve his goals, to be discarded at will.
As for humanity? Heh, he was born without such a thing.
Standing on the Archangel, Mikazuki watched the fleeing Cgue, let out a deep breath, and ate a date fruit.
Mikazuki's almost insane combat style, however, left all observers shaken. Was this really a Mobile Suit battle? Or was it just a one-sided beatdown?
It was terrifying. His movements seemed to be executed without a moment's hesitation or thought, and they differed from any Mobile Suit movements they had ever seen.
His movements were like those of a real person. In this world, ninety percent of Mobile Suit pilots operated by following the operating system's default evasion methods, supplemented by their own judgment.
Of course, there were also pilots who didn't need system assistance, but they were rare.
For example, ZAFT's red-coat elites, including Rau Le Creuset, relied on their self-programmed OS, which could perfectly assist them in combat.
But Mikazuki's Alaya-Vijnana System was different. He directly processed battlefield information in a simulated organ formed within his brain, or one could say, the Gundam Barbatos's brain, making him and the Gundam Barbatos one.
Mikazuki glanced at the energy bar displayed on the shuttle's instrument panel; it was still pitch black with no changes, probably only increasing by a fraction of a percent.
"What a pity. If they hadn't interfered just now, you would have taken all three of them out at once, but one got away."
Orga's tone was somewhat regretful. If the Archangel's missiles hadn't appeared just now,
Mikazuki, who had successfully attracted the attention of the three GINNs, could have used the Gundam Barbatos's absolute power to swing his Mace and smash all three GINNs into flat cakes.
But just when it was almost done, the Archangel, in its ill-timed manner, fired a few missiles.
Mikazuki's response was calm.
"Yeah, the strongest one got away."
He had been a little angry just now, and still was, but the anger had mostly dissipated.
After all, they had already fled, what else could he do?
Meanwhile, Rau Le Creuset, who had successfully pulled a significant distance away, was now drenched in cold sweat.
Recalling the battle just now, and the performance of that Mobile Suit, he felt lingering fear about his rash approach to the unknown Mobile Suit.
If the Archangel's missiles hadn't been there, he would have most likely been crushed by that Mobile Suit's strange weapon. The Mobile Suit's power output was absurdly monstrous.
According to the data he had obtained on four Gundams, none of them could match the unknown Mobile Suit's mobility and strength.
"Saved by long-legs, huh? Heh, how ironic.
However, that Mobile Suit... I need to pay more attention to it.
Vesalius, respond."
"Vesalius received, Cgue speaking."
"Cgue returning to base now. Mobile Suit thrusters damaged. Prepare impact net and replacement left arm and head parts."
"Understood."
On the Archangel's deck, Kira Yamato brought Tolle Koenig and others onto the Archangel with his Strike Gundam.
Mikazuki, meanwhile, had gone to retrieve his Mace and hadn't returned, as it was his most convenient weapon at the moment.
Murrue Ramius jumped off the Strike Gundam's hand, and on the other side of the deck, Natarle Badgiruel walked towards them with her officers.
"Ensign Natarle."
Natarle Badgiruel breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Murrue Ramius, then gave a stiff military salute, which Murrue Ramius returned.
Natarle Badgiruel said,
"It's good that you're safe, and that the Strike Gundam was saved. Otherwise..."
Murrue Ramius gave a wry smile.
"Thanks to Kira Yamato and Mikazuki Augus, otherwise the Strike Gundam would have been destroyed by that GINN."
"Kira Yamato?"
At this moment, the Strike Gundam's cockpit opened, and Kira Yamato descended the automatic rope ladder. His appearance stunned everyone present.
Why was such a young boy in the Strike Gundam?
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