"Laser communication from Captain Flaga! 'Operation successful. Returning to ship'!"
Listening to the CIC report.
The bridge of the Archangel instantly erupted in cheers.
Tolle and the others could not help exchanging looks, feeling relieved.
Murrue also let out a breath at the news, but when she thought of their current situation, she immediately straightened her back again just after unclenching her fists. "We can't miss this chance! Attack the Nazca-class ahead!"
She did not know just how successful the operation had been.
But the enemy had to be in complete disarray, which made this an excellent moment to attack.
The crew's nerves tightened once more, and they began handling the battleship's controls.
"Roger! Positron cannons one and two, prepare to fire!"
"Positron chambers charged to critical. Muzzle focusing-ring potential stable!"
Outside.
Ino saw the Archangel's main gun muzzles slowly unfolding.
Looking at the light gradually building its charge, Ino understood in his heart that Captain Flaga's outrageous maneuver had probably borne fruit.
"—Fire!"
At Natarle Badgiruel's command, the special cannons unleashed overwhelmingly powerful beams.
A vortex of positrons pierced through the space in their field of view.
Standing in the middle of the battlefield, Ino even felt as if his eyes had been dazzled by it.
Athrun, who had been watching the battle ahead with his own eyes while hesitating terribly, unable to intervene, now held his breath at the power of the enemy ship's mounted cannons as well.
Almost at the same time, laser communication came from the Laurasia-class warship Gamow.
"Huh?"
"Hit? How?"
"Retreat?"
Athrun and the others could not help looking stunned at the sudden laser communication.
The message clearly informed them that the Vesalius had been hit, and conveyed the order to withdraw from the combat zone.
At first, they had been fully convinced the