Strike Gundam to the Rescue

Yet the turning of fate's gears was always full of uncertainty.

At the very last instant before Xia Ya could pull the trigger, just as that beam brimming with destructive power was about to leave the barrel, tear through the air, and strike the Calamity Gundam—

"Boom!!!"

Another beam came pouring down from the battlefield's rear flank, a direction completely beyond Orga's expectations, sudden yet incomparably precise!

As if born to break the deadlock, the beam pierced through the air and blasted straight, mercilessly, toward the Calamity Gundam's most vulnerable point: its charging cannon muzzle!

Although Orga raised his shield in time to block the strike, the Calamity Gundam's Scylla Cannon, fully charged and on the verge of firing, suddenly weakened in its roar upon being hit. Its gathered energy instantly collapsed, and it failed to fire!

It did not explode immediately. Instead, it staggered backward heavily and awkwardly, like a runaway wild horse!

This was not a voluntary retreat, but a near-passive withdrawal from the heart of the battlefield after taking the hit.

At the very moment the Calamity Gundam retreated in disarray and temporarily withdrew from the core battlefield—

A tall machine bearing a distinctive V-fin antenna, carrying a sharp yet familiar presence, descended from the smoke at the Blaze Gundam's flank and appeared on the battlefield!

Its silhouette was more familiar than any other MS, and more significant than any beam of light!

"Mu!" When Xia Ya saw that familiar figure, his anger, concern, and anxiety were, at that moment, almost miraculously soothed completely by an indescribable strength born of blood and an elder brother.

It was the Strike Gundam!

Inside its cockpit, Mu La Flaga's calm, uninhibited face looked exceptionally resolute beneath the glow of the screens.

He raised the Strike Gundam's right arm and swiftly