Although Kira had already steeled herself beforehand, she still hoped the Moon Military fleet would retreat.
But they did not.
These people remained fanatical.
"Inori, don't hold back either. We don't have much time... Let's end this quickly."
Since she could not do it with her own strength alone, she could only rely on Inori's help.
At a time like this, that was the only option.
"Yes. Authorization acquired."
The display within the Circumference Cockpit began to change, rows upon rows of parameters and data appearing on the screen.
Then, the eight Super Dragoons activated once more.
But this time, the Dragoon Terminals were not "wingmen," but "carrier-based aircraft."
Countless beams burst forth.
It was not a barrage, but a rain of death precise to the extreme. Every Dragoon operated independently while coordinating perfectly with the others, forming a three-dimensional killing network with no blind spots... Oh, calling it "killing" was perhaps slightly impolite, because Inori tried her best not to kill anyone.
[I know, right? Same here.]
[Iron-Blooded Orphans' drones were insanely lethal too, weren't they?]
[Iron-Blooded Orphans' drones were just so-so. The main thing was that the heroine's terminals were creepy as hell.]
[Strictly speaking, Iron-Blooded Orphans' drones weren't drones or AI. It was a fucking space ghost girl controlling them.]
[Honestly, when I watched Iron-Blooded Orphans, I thought the older sister would say goodbye in the end. Never expected her to still be alive.]
[Are you sure that even counts as being alive?]
In just two minutes, half of the Moon Military fleet had been destroyed.
Kira's breathing grew rapid.
War was not a game. Mercy toward the enemy was cruelty toward one's comrades.
But even knowing that, Kira was under immense pressure.
Although Kira could intercept an entire fleet like this, she still could not ensure