Boom—!
The thrusters on the back of the combat unit blasted at full power, spewing pale-blue light and propelling William's unit toward the Reaper mothership.
Fourteen Sparta units followed close behind.
Whenever they reached their assigned positions, a squad of combat units would break away from the flying formation and help the fleet deal with the Reaper destroyers or enemy fighters.
Because of the peculiarities of space warfare, there was no true distinction between north, south, east, and west. The battlefield extended in every direction—up, down, left, and right.
Anyone with a poor sense of direction or a tendency toward motion sickness would feel as though the entire world were spinning here.
But for Umbrella's pilots, this was one of the tests they had to overcome before joining the company's forces, so none of them felt the slightest discomfort.
As for Sparta and William, their neural synchronization with their respective units, combined with their exceptional physiques, likewise kept them free of any adverse reactions.
Soon.
The flying formation that had originally consisted of fifteen combat units was reduced to just William and the four members of the Sparta Blue Team.
Inside the cockpit;
Bang! Bang-bang! Bang!
William could personally feel the faint tremors transmitted as the combat unit operated the Gauss Cannons.
The left screen was already covered with red markers Serena had placed, indicating so many enemy fighters that they could barely be counted.
Even so, William did not slow the unit down. Instead, he used the two short-barreled Gauss Cannons to eliminate those targets.
The Sparta Blue Team also destroyed as many of those irritating "flies" as possible.
But as they drew closer to the Reaper mothership, the "flies" grew more numerous, gradually becoming "wasps" capable of stinging them.
William had originally been able to evade their attacks