Progressing from Arasaka Without Limits

Bass--!

Like a rocket, Lancelot sped towards the dense forest filled with roaring sounds and billowing smoke.

As the air churned and blasted by, Manfredi's cloak billowed wildly. He raised his hand to shield himself from the sandstorm, squinted, and watched the Platinum Armored Knight disappear into the dense forest at lightning speed. He couldn't help but sigh, "Custom-made seventh-generation fighters, their performance is truly outrageous..."

"Of course, this is my 'child'!"

The speaker was a man dressed in a conspicuous white shirt and wearing frameless glasses.

His flippant tone immediately drew angry curses from the staff officers present.

"You rude bastard!"

"Count Asplund, this isn't District 11. If you've joined the army, don't be so unruly."

Lloyd shrugged, clearly not listening.

It was the gentle woman in the orange officer's uniform who kept apologizing.

"It's alright."

Manfredi waved his hand amicably.

"I was just itching to use it. It's a pity that my [Vicington] was given to Lord Shangering, who is in charge of the Danzig front in the salient and needs it more than I do. My new Knightmare is still under construction, and the delivery time has been delayed due to new technological breakthroughs."

"[Vercingetorie]? Another new technological breakthrough?"

Upon hearing this, Lloyd narrowed his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing within them.

He had heard of the former; it was a high-performance armored cavalry project developed by the European Britannia KMF Development Department in Europe.

Its performance completely surpasses that of the sixth generation, and some parameters are comparable to those of the Seventh Generation. It has a transformation mechanism that can transform into a four-legged centaur form, and possesses the mobility and jumping ability to cope with complex and uneven terrain that the existing KMF does not have.

Before the advent of the FLOAT FLOAT SYSTEM technology, KMF represents a unique development direction and technological reserve.

Wow, so many good things...

When Suzaku returns to Saint Petersburg to study after the battle, he must try his luck with the Third Princess.

Well, if there's anything wrong with European Britannia, it's that the territory is too large, and it involves deep penetration warfare. Suzaku is also running so far away, and Lancelot's data collection, improvement, and maintenance all need to be overseen by his department. He can only follow Suzaku around Eastern Europe.

"Maintain distance, assemble surrounding units, and encircle and annihilate 'Hannibal's Wraith'! Their purpose in parachuting here is to demoralize our troops and disrupt our defenses at Daugavpils! Encircle them from a distance and crush them with heavy firepower—"

Just as Manfredi was issuing instructions methodically.

A beeping electronic sound rang out.

Then, a small window appeared on the small field strategy dashboard in front of him.

"Lord Manfredi."

A clear and beautiful voice.

The image reflected was of a strikingly beautiful woman with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Your Highness!"

He stepped forward, Manfredi knelt on one knee with his hand on his chest.

Upon seeing this, Cecile quickly pulled Lloyd was still laughing, over and bowed to him.

"Hmm, Daugavpils did a good job defending it. As expected of the Order of Saint Michael, the EU coalition's Minsk Front Army has already gotten into our rhythm."

After nodding, she offered words of encouragement, then Vera abruptly said, "Lord Manfredi, could you please die temporarily?"

"Ah?!"

Manfredi was taken aback at first, his eyes widening like saucers, but he quickly came to his senses.

How could the Third Princess kill him for no reason?

"Does Your Highness mean to lure the enemy deep into our territory?"

He seemed to be deep in thought.

Indeed.

Vera nodded.

"The W-ZERO elite Wyvern Team was almost completely wiped out, with its commander killed in action, but it killed the Grand Master of the Order of Saint Michael and destroyed the Britannian Army's front-line command in the area. There is a precedent of successful Narva Operation."

Even after acquiring her first proactive Geass ability, Vera still adhered to the principle of doing one thing at a time.

She smiled and countered, "Is this result sufficient to meet the expectations of the EU Committee of Forty?"

"They cannot ignore the opportunity to smooth out the northern salient and appease public opinion. As long as they move out of their shell, that will be our opportunity."

"So, is there anything else the Order of Saint Michael need to do?"

Manfredi added astutely astutely.

"Hmm, your large ground command flagship, lure the EU's Wyvern Team and let them blow it up."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Manfredi didn't ask as many questions as a wealthy landowner; he was very straightforward.

With Her Highness's generosity, even if we blow it up for you today, we'll definitely make up for it later, and it'll be a brand new product with a shield system.

"Eight minutes. I'm still eight minutes away from you."

After speaking, Vera hung up the call.

"Is it for von Bleisgau?"

Manfredi murmured.

The defection of that German nobleman had severely punished the Hohenzollern family, who were his lords. And the Hohenzollern were His Highness's maternal line.

Without giving the matter much thought, Manfredi summoned the communications officer and ordered the garrison at Daugavpils to feign disorganization and coordinate with the disorderly retreat to create the illusion that the frontline command had been thrown into chaos and attacked.

"Contact the Saint Michael G-1 ground command ship and move to our location immediately to evacuate personnel in an orderly manner."

On the other side, high in the sky.

BOOM!

The sound barrier stirred up tiny water droplets, and ice crystals gathered to form clouds. Facing the sunlight, Vera flew to Daugavpils.

[Excalibur] Standing thousands of meters above the slightly dim earth, amidst the dense forest, fireballs explode and dark brown smoke rises straight into the sky.

"I can feel it, Geass Fragment, you are here."

Vera's lips curled up slightly, and the indigo pupil in her left eye was instantly replaced by the alluring Geass Firebird mark.

"Let's say hello first."

Zooming in on the Fire Control instrument interface, she pressed the button on the control lever.

Click, click, the sharp-edged shoulder armor of [Excalibur] reveals the dark Hadron Cannon.

200

Chapter 200: Taking it!

Just as Vera, high in the air, was maneuvering the "Excalibur" weapon and aiming at the Daugavpils —a battlefield of smoke and fireballs—observing the situation through her onboard strategic instruments, identifying friendly signals, and about to pull the trigger of the Hadron Cannon, a deafening roar erupted!

A bright, cherry-red flash suddenly erupted from the eastern part of the dense forest, near the G-1 ground command flagship of the Order of Saint Michael.

No observation equipment is needed; even the troposphere, thousands of meters high, is clearly visible.

Light, sound waves, and blast waves swept across the forest area for over a hundred meters in an instant, and a blazing fireball erupted and expanded.

In an instant, it turned the dim dawn into noon... no, it should be said that it was even more dazzling than the most scorching summer sun, like a small cherry blossom sun rising from the ground.

Then it vanishes in an instant.

"This is..."

Vera's gaze sharpened, and the crimson Geass Firebird mark on her left eye flickered. She thoughtfully brought up the video of the explosion point.

There was no mushroom cloud, and the airborne Geiger counter did not go off, so it was clearly not a nuclear explosion.

Moreover, its destructive power is too weak. The ring of ash after the explosion is only compressed and dented by the high temperature and impact. It is a shock wave rather than annihilation. Therefore, it is not the annihilation bomb of the goddess of love 'Freya' that she has been longing for in the future.

"The EU's new [Sakura Dite] bomb, huh? White Wolf City base isn't high-level, but it has a lot of top-tier stuff. I'll have to go there sooner or later."

Vera regained her composure, identified the target, aimed, charged, and pulled the trigger of the Hadron Cannon. Buzzing... The dim clouds reflected the fiery red light belonging to the High Particle Beam.

Laugh--!!!

A few minutes ago.

The fighting zone in the dense forests of Daugavpils.

The fire blazed fiercely, the heat was intense, and the air was thick with smoke and dust.

The roar of gunfire, the cracking sounds of machinery breaking apart, the screams of soldiers, the groans of the wounded, and the flames that ignited the forest together composed this symphony of war.

The Wyvern Team launch a counterattack.

"Revenge! Banzai!"

"For France!"

"Commander Marukal is with us!"

The Winged Dragon pilots understood their comrade's intentions without a word or even a glance. Although the three belonged to different squads, they tacitly launched a coordinated attack, exploiting an opening to cut down the shield-wielding enemy, Sunderland.

Captain Michael wielded his Thermal Sword, but was about to destroy the quadrupedal mech in front of him when it was stopped by the timely and accurate firepower of the other two Alexander mechs.

In several collisions, the two KMF mechs were locked in a stalemate, simultaneously calling out to Heze, but the Wyvern Team was just a step ahead.

This greatly surprised the Order of Saint Michael, who had previously held a firm advantage in individual combat skills and team coordination.

What...? You guys were hiding your true abilities earlier?

Faced with the Wyvern Team, which had abandoned its guerrilla tactics and launched a fierce and rapid offensive, and whose coordination had inexplicably become exceptionally smooth, the Knight of Michael, who maintained a distance from the enemy's Suicide Attack threat and did not huddle together to conduct magnetic pressure warfare, were very unaccustomed to it. However, they all tried their best to use their skills to fight back, gritting their teeth and countering each move.

Until--

"I am Suzaku Kururugi, the Area 11 Special Task Force has arrived!"

Custom-designed armored vehicles with white base and gold patterns danced across the battlefield amidst the sounds of explosions.

The Flying Swallow Grapple shot out from both arms were like black mamba snakes eyeing their prey, aimed at the torso interface of the cockpit of the [Alexander], who was wielding a combat dagger to ambush Captain Michael's aircraft.

Sizzle!

The armor at the interface was severely broken, and the interface was faulty, instantly rendering it unable to move.

The grappling hook was too fast and the angle too tricky; even with the Wyvern Team's unpredictable and bizarrely increased teamwork, there wasn't enough time to provide a rescue. The teammates saw it and moved, but their aircraft couldn't keep up, and their manual control lacked the precision.

"Please surrender. As your fellow countrymen, I don't want to kill you."

With the external loudspeaker on, the white knight spoke in fluent Tokyo-accented Japanese.

"Baka! It's you... Kururugi Baka, you lackey!"

Angri shouts came from the other two Alexander helicopters on the side, their guns pointed at the white hyena from District 11.

"Really? I'm sorry."

Before he could finish speaking, Suzaku Kururugi, controlling Lancelot, swung the red-glowing High-Frequency Vibration Sword (MVS), piercing their cockpit in a flash and slashing down!

Amidst a shower of sparks, the machine dismembered and exploded.

The European-born Wing Loong pilot shouted, "It's the Britannia W-ZERO force!"

Because the formation of the Area 11 Special Task Force was portrayed in Britannia's propaganda as an act of imitation and retaliation against the EU, the EU referred to it as the other side's W-ZERO unit.

In fact, there was no need to say a word. Regardless of whether there was any fighting, the entire Wyvern Team knew that the reinforcements from Area 11 Special Task Force had arrived, from their teammates...

The reason might be the BrainRaid (BRS) system that the mecha developer and the mature and wealthy female neurosurgeon were talking about; they didn't know anything else.

There's no energy or time to pay attention to it.

Ignoring the verbal attacks and trash talk, Suzaku Kururugi gripped the control stick, nimbly dodging the Wyvern Team's rocket barrage. He fired Flying Swallow Grapple from the outside of his thigh, secured it, and swirled it around rapidly in a lateral movement before retrieving the hook and leaping high into the air.