Boom!
A GINN that had just dodged a missile was precisely hit in the cockpit by a crimson beam, exploding into fragments in the air.
Having fired one shot, Mikazuki roughly threw away the ultra-high-pulse cannon, grasped the handle of the hammer-mace, and threw it with force.
At the same same time the hammer-mace was thrown, Mikazuki pulled the thrusters and charged into the air.
Cruze saw the direction the hammer-mace was fired was towards him, and quickly used the satellite bridge to dodge the last missile trailing behind him, and the hammer-mace also embedded itself into the bridge.
"Is it over...? To throw the weapon away, how reckless... Ugh."
Just as Cruze thought it was over, a demonic figure appeared on the screen in front of him. A massive fist smashed into the GINN's single eye.
The GINN's central monitor went black; it couldn't see anything directly in front of it.
"Damn it!"
Mikazuki controlled the Barbatos to reach out and grab the hammer-mace embedded in the bridge. It fell off without needing much force.
It landed steadily on the central deck of the Archangel. Without any hesitation, it threw the hammer-mace again towards the GINN, which was as good as blind in the air.
Just as the GINN turned its body and saw that the hammer-mace was too close to dodge, another green general-purpose GINN flew in front of it.
Smack!
The top of the hammer-mace pierced through the GINN's body. Cruze's communication received a broken transmission.
"Cru... Captain Cruze... Please... please leave quickly."
Cruze reacted quickly upon hearing this. Without even looking at the GINN that had taken the attack for him, he turned and left without any hesitation.
This was Cruze: treating everyone as pawns to achieve his goals, disposable at will.
As for humanity? Hah, that sort of thing didn't exist in him from birth.
Mikazuki, standing on the Archangel, exhaled a cloudy breath as he watched the GINN escape, then took out a date and ate it.
Mikazuki's almost frantic combat, however, awed everyone watching. Was this truly a mobile suit battle? Or was it just a one-sided beatdown?
It was too terrifying. That kind of awareness seemed to act without any hesitation or thought, and those movements were unlike any mobile suit they had ever seen.
Those movements looked like they were made by a real person. In this world, ninety percent of mobile suit pilots operated by following the default evasion methods of the operating system, then adding their own judgment.
Of course, there were also pilots who didn't need system assistance, but these types were rare.
For example, ZAFT Red Coat elites, including Cruze, all relied on their self-programmed OS that could perfectly assist them in combat.
But Mikazuki's Alaya-Vijnana System was different. He directly processed the battlefield information in a simulated organ within his brain, which could also be called Barbatos's brain, allowing him to merge with Barbatos.
Mikazuki glanced at the energy grid displayed on the shuttle's instrument panel. It was still pitch black with no significant changes, probably just a few tenths of a percent increase.
"What a shame. If they hadn't interfered just now, you would have directly eliminated all three of them in one go, but one got away."
Orga's tone was regretful. If the Archangel's missiles hadn't appeared just now...
Then Mikazuki, who had successfully attracted the attention of the three GINNs, could have completely used Barbatos's absolute power to wield the hammer-mace and smash the three GINNs into iron pancakes.
But just when it was almost done, the Archangel, for some unfortunate reason, fired a few missiles.
Mikazuki's reaction was quite bland.
"Hmm, the strongest one got away."
He had indeed been a bit angry just now, and still was, but his anger had dissipated considerably.
After all, the person had run away, what more could he do?
Cruze, who had successfully opened up a large distance, was now drenched in cold sweat.
Recalling the battle just now, and the performance of that mobile suit, he felt a lingering fear about his rash decision to approach that unknown mobile suit.
If the Archangel's missiles hadn't been there at that moment, he would most likely have been on the receiving end of that mobile suit's strange weapon. The mobile suit's power output was absurdly monstrous.
According to the data he had obtained on the four Gundams, none of them had the mobility and power to match that unknown mobile suit.
"Saved by a long-legged ship, huh? Heh, how ironic."
"However, that mobile suit... I need to pay more attention to it."
"Vesalius, respond."
"Vesalius, roger. GINN, please speak."
"GINN returning to base. Mobile suit thrusters damaged. Prepare impact net and left arm and head replacement parts."
"Understood."
On the Archangel's deck, Kira flew the Strike Gundam and brought Tolle and the others onto the Archangel.
Meanwhile, Mikazuki had gone down to retrieve the hammer-mace and hadn't returned yet. After all, that was his most convenient weapon right now.
Muryu jumped off the Strike Gundam's hand. On the other end of the deck, Natarle was walking towards them with her officers.
"Lieutenant Natarle."
Natarle breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Muryu, then stiffly gave Muryu a military salute. Muryu returned it.
Natarle said,
"It's great that you're safe, and that you saved the Strike Gundam. Otherwise..."
Muryu gave a wry smile.
"Thanks to Kira-kun and Mikazuki-kun, otherwise the Strike Gundam would have been destroyed by that GINN."
"Kira?"
Just then, the Strike Gundam's cockpit opened, and Kira descended using the automatic ladder. His appearance stunned everyone present.
Why was a young boy in the Strike Gundam?
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