The moment the battlefield came crashing down,
even Old Groman, who had been completely incapable of resisting just moments ago, was now granted new strength by this suit of armor. His eyes gleamed with unprecedented resolve and determination.
Time finally began to move again:
Phyllis's voice finally sounded in their earpieces as well.
Miss Storm Watcher felt her Sublimation Lineage resonating. She was no longer so afraid.
Instead,
she was now clear-headed and calm:
"According to Rhine Mr.'s instructions.
All personnel, confirm attack targets: Kuiper Belt Invisible Nightmares.
Operation codename:
Level Three Black Tide, Source Data Purge.
All 3,724 target units have been locked on.
All squads, prepare. Countdown begins.
Execute the termination plan.
Ten, nine, eight..."
As the countdown ended,
detailed tactical maps and enemy analysis data rapidly unfolded across the internal displays of every warrior's armor.
Various parameters scrolled at high speed, providing the most precise information support for the coming battle.
Armor status: intact. Energy reserves: 98%. Weapon systems: activated. Virtual Lightsaber system energy at full capacity. Absolute charge fully prepared. Environmental assistance monitoring system upgraded: Rainstorm visibility enhanced. Please note the Black Tide's adhesion effect on the ground and adjust gait algorithms accordingly. Swarm tactical recommendation: Adopt a dispersed encirclement tactic. Prioritize eliminating Nightmare cores and avoid direct contact with their energy emission zones.
With the support of the command system and auxiliary combat system, they were no longer merely a civilian resistance force.
They were an army!
And what was the meaning of an army?
Conquest!
Guided by this simulated data system, the warriors did not hesitate in the slightest.
They stepped forward into the torrential rain,
the lightsabers suddenly surging from their hands carving dazzling silver trails through the curtain of rain.
Those lightsabers were the supreme creations of the Daybreak and