Psycho-Frame and the λ-DRIVER

"These maniacs!!"

Seeing the scene on the screen, one of the red-uniformed pilots felt his scalp go numb.

On the main monitor, the red blips representing enemy units had already exceeded the point where they could simply be described as "many."

With that number, there was no way they could hold the line with their meager forces alone.

"All units, attention! Intercept them! I repeat, intercept them!!!"

Another squadron leader issued the order over the public channel. Behind them were more than two hundred thousand civilians aboard Junius 7.

The next moment, the warship and more than ten GINNs opened fire.

But there were simply too many on the other side. The moment they managed to blow one apart, two more charged out after it.

These were special MAs piloted by enhanced humans modified specifically for this mission. Their pilots were being used as disposable consumables.

In return, the enemy had gained mobility far beyond anything they had imagined—

The portion they could intercept was exceedingly limited—

The worst possible thought inevitably rose in everyone's mind.

"Alright, Le Creuset Squadron, withdraw. Leave the rest to me."

Just then, a calm voice suddenly cut into the chaotic communications channel.

It was not loud, yet it drowned out every alarm and shout.

It was Councilor Durandal's voice.

"This—"

Hearing that, the elite pilots were at a loss for a moment.

Of course, he knew that Chairman Durandal had arrived at the front aboard the Vesalius. He also knew that the Chairman's transport had brought a massive white container classified as top secret.

But the problem was that he simply could not imagine how they were supposed to deal with the current situation.

This was not something that could be resolved just because a single unit possessed superior performance.

If their objective were