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Edric skillfully controls the mecha, facing a chaotic scene where the orc warriors below are starting to panic and scatter in the face of the power of Archangel, like a disturbed ant colony. At this critical moment, Edric activates the Iron Storm Missile Pod once again. The missiles, like the eyes of the grim reaper, automatically lock onto the orc targets on the ground. A barrage follows, and the missiles swiftly streak through the sky like the scythe of the grim reaper, accurately landing amidst the orc crowd, creating explosions and raising huge clouds of dust and fire on the ground.
In this brief moment of respite, Edric quickly uses the Communicator to contact Feren, his voice filled with urgency, " Feren! Come to the control room immediately! We need to regroup!" His tone is commanding and urgent, symbolizing not only a rescue, but also trust and reliance. Edric knows clearly that no matter what they will face next, as long as they work together, there is hope to overcome the predicament.
Feren heard Edric's call from inside the gun turret and immediately realized the urgency of the situation. He quickly controlled the remaining turret to provide the final cover fire while attempting to find a safe path to the core of the mech - the control room. In this battle of life and death, every step was cautious and resolute. Feren knew that this might be their last chance to counterattack, and he had to act quickly and decisively.
Feren swiftly fired off the last round of bullets, the intense shots carving out a path of death in the air, and then he exited attack mode. The seat slowly rose, bringing him back to the operating position in the waist of Archangel. Feren quickly stood up from the seat and hurried towards the elevator. The elevator ascended slowly, finally arriving at the Control room. As the door opened, he stepped into the tense atmosphere of the Control room and saw Edric tightly gripping the controls, with various data and warning signals flashing on the screen in front of him.
Feren quickly walked to Edric's side, asking with concern and nervousness, " Edric! What's wrong?" His voice was filled with worry and unease, his gaze fixed on Edric, waiting for a response. At this moment, the tension in the control room reached its peak, all eyes focused on Edric, waiting for his next command, which would determine the fate of Archangel and its crew.
Edric quickly stood up from the control chair, his movements urgent and powerful. He pushed Feren into the control chair and rapidly and clearly instructed, "Quick! The left joystick controls the left hand, the right joystick controls the right hand, and the two pedals at your feet control the mech's movement!" Edric's voice was filled with urgency and anxiety, as if every second was crucial.
Feren sat somewhat bewildered in the control chair, his hands busy moving between different control sticks and pedals, clearly feeling a bit flustered. In this life-or-death moment, every control seemed especially important. Feren attempted to follow Edric's instructions to make the mecha perform basic movements, but it was clear that he was not yet proficient in operating the mecha.
Meanwhile, Edric was rummaging through a equipment box in a corner of the control room, seemingly searching for a specific tool or weapon. His movements were swift and purposeful, and with each item he searched for, his expression became more anxious, as if he had a plan in mind but time was slipping away.
In the tense atmosphere of the control room, Feren suddenly heard a series of intense knocking sounds coming from above. This made him realize that there were still orcs who had managed to evade their firepower and were stubbornly clinging to the Archangel. He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "How is this possible?"
Just then, Edric found the tools he needed from the equipment box: a sharp knife and the hammer he had been holding earlier. His expression was resolute, his eyes determined, as if he had already prepared to face any challenge. He turned to Feren and said in a firm and urgent tone, "Control the mecha well! Clear out the remaining orcs! I will deal with the one still causing trouble above us... Focus on your mission!"
Edric's voice echoed in the Control room, injecting new energy into this life-and-death battle. Feren nodded, though he felt doubt and fear in his heart, he knew this was not the time to hesitate. He took a deep breath, refocused his attention on the control panel, and began to operate the mech more attentively, preparing to mercilessly kill any beastmen who dared to approach Archangel.
Edric tightened his grip on the weapon, ready to face the upcoming close combat. Regardless of the outcome, he was determined to protect Archangel from any harm until the very end.
Pierre, driven by survival instinct and an indescribable rage, pounded his fists forcefully against the hard armor. After a series of efforts, he finally created a gap in the mech's shell, a hole large enough for him to penetrate. With a final blow, Pierre savagely tore the armor apart like a wild beast, and in a flash, he dropped into the Control room.
However, in this critical moment, Edric was already prepared to welcome this unwelcome guest. When Pierre's figure appeared in his sight, Edric unhesitatingly wielded his small knife, and a cold light flashed as the blade accurately pierced Pierre's left shoulder. While not immediately fatal, this strike was enough for Pierre to feel the ruthless determination of his opponent.
At this moment, time seems to stand still, and the air in the control room is filled with a tense and dangerous atmosphere. Pierre feels a sharp pain in his left shoulder and looks down to see a small knife embedded in his shoulder, a hint of surprise and anger flashing in his eyes. Edric tightly grips the knife handle, his face expressionless as he stares at the orc in front of him. The standoff between the two is like the oppressive silence before a storm, with the moment of eruption about to arrive.
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