Zengar, Elsam, the pilots of the entire Steel Dragon Squad, and a whole host of pilots from other worlds—of the more than two hundred warships, even if only half were assigned transport duties, the quality and sheer number of units those hundred ships could deploy were terrifying.
Everyone had boarded their units under First Battle Readiness, waiting only for the commander's order to sortie.
On Tetsuya's side, he ordered the warships to continue slowly advancing toward the battlefield while scanning and calculating the strength and numbers of the suddenly appearing Anti-Burning Legion Alliance.
After quickly obtaining relatively accurate battlefield intelligence, Tetsuya picked up the communicator beside him. "Zengar, Elsam, based on the current situation on the battlefield, no Anti-Burning Legion Alliance units above A-Class have been detected. However, there are also a certain number of warships and units on the outskirts of the battlefield that have not joined the fighting. There aren't many—only around thirty warships—but we can't rule out the possibility that this force contains S-class Pilots, or Mythical Pilots from the Super Zone."
"However, it is necessary to confirm the enemy's combat power before completely swallowing them, so we cannot dispatch too much strength for the time being. Although neither you nor Elsam has truly advanced to S-class, you are both near S-class Pilots. By Super Zone standards, you are the kind of pilots capable of erupting with the strength of Mythical Pilots."
"So my suggestion is to preserve our strength. All near S-class Pilots aboard this ship will sortie this time, with A-Class Pilots providing support. In short, the same four words apply: preserve our strength."
Zengar activated his unit and shook his head. "I will not hold back. This will also draw the enemy's attention to me. The others can preserve their strength. Have the units