A dangerous red light flashed in the empty command hall.
And in the red light, a group that is about to enter the final countdown reaches the last second.
At the moment when all the numbers returned to zero, a deadly and dangerous energy fluctuation immediately began to stir from the dark depths. In less than a minute, it broke through the limit and burst out with enough energy to overwhelm today's human beings with top technology.
The forged colonial satellites complete the terrifying energy of destruction.
"Rumble..."
The earth wrapped in steel was constantly shaking and cracking.
The dead space became very lively because of this restless agitation of destruction.
The boundless darkness also became extraordinarily bright because of the light caused by this restlessness.
"boom!!!"
Bursts of fire were like volcanic eruptions on the earth, blasting holes in the steel earth crazily, and wantonly venting waves of terrifying energy along the gaps between the steel earth.
"boom!!"
At a certain moment, the steel earth cracked.
The steel earth, which could carry tens of millions of people to survive in the endless space, completely collapsed at this moment, on the eve of being transformed into a deadly weapon that would deal a devastating blow to mankind.
The colonial satellite with a diameter of 6.5 kilometers was shattered into large and small pieces amid countless flames. Under everyone's shocked eyes, it was completely transformed from the colonial satellite that once protected humans to survive in this endless void.
, completely becoming useless space junk.
On the gradually disintegrating colonial satellite, the Gray Ghost recovered all the attacking personnel and MS.
Stewart stood at the porthole with his hands behind his back, staring at the destroyed colonial satellite.
"This mission is over."
The solar ray system modified from the colonial satellite "Kroni" was indeed destroyed.
But this does not mean that this war is about to be won.
"Have you contacted the Lieutenant Colonel?"
Stewart turned around and looked at CIC.
"Yes! I just contacted Lieutenant Colonel He. Now, Lieutenant Colonel He is preparing to meet Lieutenant Artesia."
"Yeah?"
Stewart paused and thought for a moment.
"Let Lieutenant Christina lead the team out!"
"Yes! Captain."
Following the disintegration of the colonial satellite Koroni, the remaining Zeon fleet also retreated hastily.
But in the midst of this hasty flight, there was a Musai parked strangely not far away, seemingly communicating with the SV52 driven by Artesia.
Although Stewart is not sure what happened, I am afraid that this is the result of the name of Daken that Artesia carries.
In fact, this is exactly the case.
That Musai contained the wreckage of the Blue Warrior.
When she saw that only the body parts were brought back, and the area where the cockpit was located was partially sunken, Crowley Harmon almost fainted on the spot.
"Don't worry. Uncle Rambal-Lal's life is not in danger."
At this time, a strange and crisp voice came from behind Crowley Harmon.
At the same time, there was also the sound of a gun being raised.
"stop!"
Crowley Harmon gave a cold shout and stopped the surrounding Zeon soldiers from pointing their guns at the intruder.
"But Lord Harmon..."
Seeing the treatment the Blue Warriors received, the soldiers were very angry.
Lamba-Lal has a high reputation among young soldiers.
Even during the period when the Lal family was destroyed, when Lamba Lal was hiding in the bar and getting drunk, this reputation never weakened by half.
"Stop! She is not the enemy."
Crowley Harmon waved her hands and sighed.
"If we have to be more serious, we are more like her enemies."
"No. Crowley Harmon. I have never regarded you or Uncle Lamba Lal as my enemy."
Faced with the many guns pointed at her, the visitor did not show any timidity, but spoke her thoughts frankly.
"If Miss Crowley Harmon and Uncle Lamba Lal hadn't risked their lives to send my brother and sister out of Muzo, I would still be under house arrest in the Prime Minister's Residence in Muzo."
Hearing this, the soldiers around him were stunned.
Even though these Zeon soldiers are very young, they still know what the Prime Minister's Residence represents in Zeon.
Even though Zeon now regards Kilian Zabi as its supreme leader, the Zeon soldiers gathered around Lamba Lal still know the meaning of that name.
"Aren't you going to put down your weapons? Are you still going to point your guns at Daken's descendants?"
Crowley Harmon shouted loudly again.
The surrounding Zeon soldiers finally lowered their weapons.
Among them, some Zeon soldiers who woke up first stood at attention and saluted.
I saw that the sparse salutes became uniform.
"Hats off to Daken!!"
"Hats off to Daken!!"
Artesia Thom-Dacon.
The girl who stood openly among the Zeon soldiers and was not intimidated by the gunfire was the daughter of the late Zeon Shim Daken.
Artesia returned the greetings one by one with a serious expression.
The uniforms worn by both sides were completely different, but standing in front of Artesia were Zeon soldiers who were affected by Daken's will.
"Ardesia. If Astraya could see you like you are now, I'd be very happy! The immature little girl back then has grown into a heroic young girl."
The two parties did not introduce themselves, but both parties already recognized each other's identity.
The little girl who could only rely on Lamba Lal and Crowley Harmon's desperate rescue to leave Muzo has now grown into a girl flying a fighter plane and flying on the battlefield.
Even Lamba-Lal was defeated at the hands of Artesia.
"Crawley, sister Crowley. Now rescue Uncle Lamba Lal from the cockpit first!"
Artesia looked at the remains of the Blue Warrior.
Although in the battle just now, Artesia used the powerful power brought by Trans-Am to subdue the Blue Warrior and also put Lamba Lal into a coma, but she didn't know how long it could last.
The sting lingering in my mind has weakened a lot, but its existence is still very clear.
"good!"
Crowley Harmon knew that she could not delay it any longer, so she gathered people and began to use some technical means to forcibly dismantle the cockpit.
In the sparks of the cutting machine,
Amidst the shouts,
Amidst the roar of the crane, the heavy and twisted cockpit door was finally lifted by the crane with the combined efforts of everyone and slowly placed on the other side.
Crowley Harmon immediately jumped onto the wreckage and looked toward the cockpit.
"Lal, Lar..."
Chapter completed!