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After Archangel managed to stand up again, Edric excitedly controlled the mecha and shouted loudly at the Communicator. He was filled with joy at Ariel's sudden "resurrection" and the successful restart of the mecha's power system, exclaiming, "Oh my! Ariel! How did you do it! Archangel is standing up again!" His voice echoed in the Control room, then he turned to the Communicator with hope, calling out, " Feren! Feren, can you hear me? Are you okay?"
The atmosphere in the Control room instantly became tense yet hopeful due to Archangel's successful standing. Edric felt a spark of hope in his heart, anticipating Feren's response, hoping to find his partner in the midst of Chao'X and despair, and face the current situation together. In his heart, every companion was an indispensable force in battle, and Feren's safety was as important to him as his own safety.
At this moment, Edric is not only relieved by the re-emergence of Archangel, but also eager to reconnect with Feren. He knows that as long as they unite, they will have the courage and strength to overcome any difficulty.
Feren's voice comes through the Communicator, sounding somewhat weary and intermittent. "Hey... Edric, I... I think I just passed out..." Upon hearing Feren's voice, Edric feels a weight lifted off his shoulders, and he quickly responds, "It's okay, we still have a chance. Can the turrets still be used?"
Feren swiftly manipulated the turret, checking the status of the weapon system. He found that one side of the gun barrel had been completely deformed due to the recent impact, rendering it unable to fire properly, while the remaining two turrets were still functional and able to fire. Feren reported, "One side of the gun barrel is completely destroyed, but the other two can still be used." His voice revealed a hint of unwavering determination.
Upon hearing this news, Edric felt a glimmer of hope and quickly said, "Alright, then use the remaining turrets to sweep the enemy as much as possible. We can't give up like this!" Edric's voice was filled with encouragement and determination, while Feren tightly gripped the control lever, ready to use the firepower still available to them to win a lifeline.
At this moment of life and death, the two of them once again gathered their determination to fight, even in the face of countless orcs and a dire situation. They must do their best to protect this mech, which represents the honor of their family, until the very last moment.
Edric anxiously looked around the Control room, trying to find a way to transfer power, his thoughts racing as he tried to find a glimmer of hope. His loudly proposed strategy was a ray of hope in desperation, " Ariel! Can we divert some of the power to the exterior of the mech, letting the current flow outside to shock all the orcs unconscious?" He awaited Ariel's response, but there was only silence and electronic noise from the Communicator.
Edric refused to give up, he continued to shout Ariel's name loudly while controlling Archangel, making its heavy body move forward, trying to break free from the entanglement of the beastmen. Every step of Archangel was heavy and difficult, as if struggling in deep mud, but Edric persisted, unwilling to succumb to fate.
In the tense atmosphere of the Control room, Edric's heartbeat accelerated, filled with confusion about Ariel's silence and the sudden recovery of Archangel. His voice trembled through the Communicator in the tense air, "Ariel? Where have you gone?" Edric's anxiety seemed to elicit some kind of response, and Ariel's voice finally appeared weakly in the Communicator, carrying a sense of powerlessness and deep sorrow, "Young master... I have already diverted all the power supporting the machine spirit to Archangel... our consciousness will soon dissipate... Please fight until the very end..."
This sentence is like a thunderbolt, exploding in Edric's heart, making it difficult for him to accept this fact for a moment. Edric's eyes became moist, and he couldn't imagine that Ariel, who had experienced countless battles with him and faced life and death together, was about to disappear forever. "Ariel... why did you..." Edric's tone was filled with sorrow and gratitude. He knew that Ariel sacrificed her last strength for him and for Archangel.
"Please remember, House of Heraldry never surrenders, young master..." Ariel's voice became weaker and weaker, finally turning into a faint electronic sound, and then fell silent. Edric tightly grasped the control panel, his heart filled with sadness and determination. Ariel's sacrifice gave him the final strength and determination.
Edric is in the Archangel's Control room, silently throwing himself into the battle. Facing the endless green-skinned orcs around the mechs, his determination is as solid as a rock, with each orc becoming his target to eliminate. With his right hand tightly gripping the Death God Chainsaw Sword, he swings this weapon symbolizing the glory of the House of Heraldry with an iron will. The sword roars, leaving deep marks on the mech's floor with each fierce slash, as if also leaving an indelible mark in his heart.
At the same time, he continues to operate the Iron Storm Missile Pod, which still serves him faithfully. These missiles are like vengeful arrows burning in anger, shooting at the orc crowd that dares to approach, exploding into fireballs that stir up blood flowers on the battlefield, scattering the orcs in flight. Each missile launch is a farewell to Ariel and a relentless pursuit of the will of the House of Heraldry.
In this desperate counterattack, Edric completely unleashed his fighting instinct. He was no longer the knight who was immersed in sorrow and unable to extricate himself, but transformed into a true warrior, fighting against all the enemies in the name of House of Heraldry. He knew that the battle was far from over, but he also knew that as long as there was a breath left, he would not give up, just like Ariel did in the final moments, he would fight until the last moment.
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