As the warships' defensive cannons opened fire, the darkness was lit up.
The exposed Mecha Knights were marked on the screens by the superintelligence, while countless surveillance devices tracked them in real time, determined to confirm their positions.
After such a long conflict, they knew just how terrifying Mecha Knights became once their positions were lost.
Distance was the lifeline. The closer a Mecha Knight got, the greater their destructive power.
Leon focused completely, letting his own brain take the place of the superintelligence. It might not have been the most rational approach, but it best suited a knight's style of combat.
A battlefield could never be completely covered by firepower. Energy output in any single direction had its limits.
With the defensive ships spread too thin, there were far too many gaps.
He moved through those gaps like a dancer, lightly crossing every red line as he drew ever closer.
However, because he had been spotted a little too early, the pressure on him was still considerable.
A streak of laser light flashed past from the corner of his eye. Leon knew someone behind him had been hit and was trying to offset some of the laser cannon's energy.
It was to be expected. There was no way there would be no losses.
He did not even have time to ask. He poured everything he had into closing in on the enemy ships.
He knew stopping to rescue anyone now would be a useless act of stupidity.
There was only one way to save his comrades: charge into the enemy's defensive perimeter, punch through their warships, and tear a hole in the entire defense system.
Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps it was skill, but Leon's advance speed was among the fastest.
Yet as he steadily drew closer, he