Amphibious Landing

The fighter formations carrying out escort missions had their shields drained one after another under the enemy's fierce fire and had no choice but to withdraw from the battle line. Only after those astonishing fighters turned around and retreated did the Vengeance Legion finally wake up and realize that our lone squad, still charging toward the surface through the barrage, was the real target—and far tougher than they had expected.

Firepower nearly ten times more intense than before instantly blanketed the space around us. It was hard to imagine that, after such a long and brutal battle, the enemy still had so much intercepting firepower to deploy. It seemed the ships that had tried to land before and been driven back were absolutely not at fault. The enemy had truly gone to great lengths to stop us from landing.

A cluster of dazzling blue-white flames grazed past the ship's flank in a warped arc, clearly having its trajectory forcibly twisted by Older Sister's power. Yet even without a direct hit, the attack from a battleship's main gun still made the ship shudder violently. Lin, seated in the rear row, instinctively gripped the armrest—and then there was no armrest anymore.

"The shelling's pretty dense..."

Older Sister glanced outside. Her voice was calm, and she even wore a faint smile, but I knew that this was when she was most terrifying. She had entered her activated state. The only reason we could keep charging under the enemy's full firepower was thanks to her Misfortune Reversal. Now, the endless interception fire outside had finally annoyed her, and I had a feeling that something very unfortunate was about to begin.

Sure enough, Older Sister casually pulled several sheets of white paper from her clothes. Under everyone's horrified gaze, she rapidly covered them in the