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"Young master! The beasts are charging at us! And it seems they have been mentally enhanced by the enemy leader!" With Ariel's report echoing in Archangel's control room, Edric quickly focused his attention on the relentless onslaught of beast forces ahead. These beasts, enhanced by the enemy leader's mental influence, seemed to become even more ferocious, their eyes burning with the desire for battle, wave after wave charging at Archangel like a tide. From high above, these beasts were densely packed, like a cauliflower covering the ground, their sheer numbers inspiring despair.
But Edric did not flinch in the slightest. He skillfully maneuvered the mech armor, weaving through the battlefield as if reaping endless enemies. With one hand gripping a massive sword, he struck down with the force of thunder, instantly annihilating dozens of beasts with each blow. With the other hand, he vigorously pushed away the attacking beasts, like sweeping away annoying dust in a gale. Every movement was filled with strength and determination, showing that Edric was not just a Mech Armor Knight, but also an indomitable warrior in the face of adversity.
The intensity of the battle was beyond imagination. Around Archangel, the ground quickly turned into a battlefield, with piles of beastman corpses destroyed by the power of the mechs. Facing such a large number of enemies, Edric showed no fear, and every one of his attacks was filled with a desire for victory and a determination to defend his homeland. At this moment, he was not only the last heir of the House of Heraldry, but also the hope of all living beings on the Asra Planet.
In the tense atmosphere, Feren operated the Fire God artillery with all his might, targeting the beastmen charging on the ground. Despite the seemingly crude weapons in the hands of these beastmen, from rusty swords to makeshift firearms, and even homemade rocket launchers, they fearlessly launched attacks on Archangel. Feren knew that these seemingly insignificant attacks, if accumulated, posed a great threat to Archangel, which had already lost its shield protection.
As the ammunition continued to be fired from the machine gun turret, each bullet served as a messenger of unwavering determination, aimed at the invaders who dared to violate the homeland. The barrage of the Fire God's machine gun was like a summer thunderstorm, fierce and relentless. Even in the face of the tide of orcs and their weapons, Feren did not flinch at all. He knew his responsibility was significant - to protect Archangel, to protect his friends, and to safeguard the peace of Asra Planet.
However, as the battle raged on, Feren felt the increasing pressure. The orcs seemed to grow more courageous with each battle, with new combat aircraft and ground forces joining the fight. Although most of their attacks were intercepted by Feren's precise shooting, a few rockets and gunfire still landed on Archangel's armor, producing terrifying impacts. In this situation, Feren had to be even more focused, using all his skills and determination to ensure that Archangel could hold on until the last enemy was defeated.
Under the command of Feren, the fire god's artillery transformed into rocket launchers, aiming at the densely packed area of the beasts. The rockets roared like furious dragons, piercing through the air and heading straight for the beasts on the ground. Each rocket's impact brought about an explosion, lifting dust and illuminating a corner of the battlefield with flames. However, even with such intense firepower, it seemed unable to stop the beasts' frenzy and ferocity. They appeared to fear death not at all, even using their comrades' bodies as stepping stones, relentlessly advancing towards the mechs.
The beasts' method of attack was barbaric and daring, using their bodies as shields and charging forward regardless. Although their bodies were torn apart by the rocket launcher's attacks, it did not weaken their will to fight in the slightest. Furthermore, some beasts began to climb, using the bodies on the ground as footholds, attempting to climb onto the massive body of Archangel. This scene filled Feren with unprecedented pressure and despair, but his determination only grew stronger.
Feren knows that this battle is not just a test of strength and force, but also a clash of will and determination. Facing the frenzied attacks of the orcs, Feren switches weapon modes again, preparing for a more intense and precise strike against the orcs attempting to climb onto the mech. His gaze is firm, the controller in his hand steady, and despite the thousands of enemies ahead, his determination is solely focused on protecting the land and his comrades.
Just as Feren tries to steady himself, the red alert lights in the cockpit start flashing rapidly like a heartbeat, and a piercing alarm echoes in his ears. Ariel's voice comes through the communicator with unprecedented tension, "Attention! Attention! Prepare for impact! Enemy ship..." His words are suddenly interrupted by a burst of intense electronic noise, and then the entire Archangel shakes violently as if struck by an external force.
Feren strives to maintain composure, but the inner turmoil is as difficult to contain as a raging beast. A dreadful thought flashes through his mind, "Could it be that the enemy's ship is heading straight for Archangel?" The tactic of sacrificing a ship as a direct assault seems utterly insane to him, yet the current situation appears to confirm his fears.
The control panel inside the cockpit flickers with warning lights, causing Feren's heart to race. He realizes that the severity of this battle far exceeds his imagination. The Orcs' madness and disregard for life in combat leave him feeling a hint of despair about the battle's outcome. However, as a warrior, he knows that now is not the time to give up. He must hold his ground, protect Archangel, and shield the people behind him from further harm.
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