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Ariel's voice was filled with Chao'X and error as he reported Archangel's damage, as if narrating a desperate disaster: "Hahaha! Archangel is heavily damaged, left arm completely out of commission, engine won't start, rapid-fire cannon won't charge, lava cannon under heavy attack, turret will be completely non-functional in thirty seconds..." His voice echoed in Edric's ears, each word like a dagger piercing Edric's heart.
Faced with such despair, Edric displayed the resilience and determination of the House of Heraldry. With a heart of determination, he firmly said, " Ariel! Overload the lava cannon turret, detonate the charging chamber directly! Hurry!" His voice was resolute and decisive, choosing to fight in his own way even in this life-and-death moment, making the enemy pay the price for the final counterattack.
At this moment, Edric, as the last knight of the House of Heraldry, did not give up even in the face of desperation. Instead, he chose to end the battle in a noble and brave manner. This indomitable spirit is the best embodiment of the knight spirit that the House of Heraldry has been passing down for hundreds of years.
Ariel's voice rang in Edric's ears again, bringing a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair, despite the Chao'X: "Received! Lord Florence! The turret is overloading!" Edric shook his head with all his remaining strength, forcing himself to stay alert. He stared closely at the mech's status on the display screen, with every indicator light showing the failure of the mech's functions one by one. The shield generator had no response, the attack system was completely malfunctioning, and even the basic power system had collapsed. At this moment, he, like a trapped beast, was in a complete desperate situation.
Edric felt an unprecedented anger and powerlessness, and he fiercely pounded the control panel with his fist, silently protesting against this merciless fate. At that moment, the lava cannon on his right shoulder finally erupted with its last roar. The overloaded turret suddenly exploded, sweeping away the orcs climbing on the mech and attempting to destroy it with intense flames and high temperatures, burning them to a crisp.
In this moment, Edric displayed the pride and resilience of the House of Heraldry knight even in the face of adversity. Confronted with enemies several times his number, even in his final strike, he was determined to make the enemy pay the price. This was his last stand for himself, his family, and his faith. In this endless darkness, Edric still shone brightly, like a dying star burning himself to illuminate the night.
Edric found a moment of calm in the Chao'X and despair. He was acutely aware that the current Archangel was beyond repair, and his days of relying on the mech armor were over. He turned and rushed to the toolbox in the corner, tightly gripping a heavy hammer. In the war between Knight Errant and orcs, such a weapon might seem insignificant, but for Edric, it was his last and only choice.
His thoughts turned quickly to Feren, the young man bravely standing guard in the battle. The internal elevator system of Archangel had failed, making it impossible to quickly move to different parts of the mech armor, leaving Edric feeling even more helpless. He couldn't reach outside the armor to check on Feren's safety, let alone provide any form of support. In this darkest moment, Edric could only silently pray for Feren in his heart, hoping for his safety.
In Edric's eyes, every companion is an irreplaceable family member. In this moment, he is even more determined to fight to the end. Not for anything else, but for those comrades who fought alongside him, for the glory of the House of Heraldry. Even in the face of overwhelming enemies, Edric wants these orcs to know how the last knight of the House of Heraldry fights.
The external pounding continues to intensify, each strike seeming to challenge Edric's will. These sounds, rough and fierce, are like a pack of wild beasts tearing at the walls of Archangel with their claws, each collision striking at Edric's heart, freezing his blood. He can imagine the bloodied faces of those orcs, their eyes glowing with a thirst for battle and a disregard for life.
The continuous pounding sounds were not just a physical threat to Edric, but also a torment to his soul. He could feel the mecha trembling with each heavy impact, as if each one was declaring the imminent arrival of despair. Under this oppression, Edric's heart raced, sweat soaked his clothes, and his breath became rapid and chaotic, as if the mecha would be torn apart by the beastly eyes craving flesh in the next second.
Each strike stirred ripples in Edric's heart, and he tried to keep himself calm, but he couldn't suppress the instinctive fear and anxiety. In this environment, Edric's thoughts became muddled, interweaving fear of the future, memories of the past, and a sense of powerlessness to change the current situation, forming a huge psychological burden that oppressed his breath, almost suffocating him.
The silence of Ariel was like an invisible burden pressing on Edric's heart. Apart from the continuous electronic noise, there was no other sound in the control room. This loneliness and silence made Edric feel an unprecedented sense of isolation. At this moment, he couldn't help but mockingly say to himself, "Well, it looks like I'm the only one left in the end!" The implication was not only endless unwillingness, but also a sense of powerlessness in the face of death and a hint of despair.
At this critical moment of life and death, Edric was more in reflection, seeking that spark still alive in his heart. Even though he knew the odds were slim, he was unwilling to give up.
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