They were so close... So close to victory—once Genesis's mirror armor had been replaced and it fired a second shot, the outcome would be decided once and for all. Those barbaric, ignorant Naturals who knew nothing but envy would be erased from the history of the universe.
"Just a little longer! Hold the line no matter what! Not one step back!"
Patrick roared harshly, his voice low and hoarse, carrying unquestionable resolve and authority.
But he knew full well that things would become dangerous if this continued. Once the defensive line was completely breached, the Earth Forces would undoubtedly send nuclear strike teams at Genesis at any cost, like rabid dogs that had smelled blood.
Genesis itself was covered in thick Phase Shift Armor, but if it were directly exposed to the saturated firepower of nuclear weapons, even this ultimate weapon into which he had poured countless efforts—the weapon that bore the future of all Coordinators—could be destroyed.
What the hell was Athrun doing?! And that Orphee—what was he doing?!
His own son, and the loyal subordinate he had personally discovered and entrusted with command of the special forces, had actually been driven into such a sorry state by a mere handful of machines piloted by Naturals. This situation, which was gradually slipping out of his control, filled Patrick with unbearable agitation and fury.
"Then I shall sortie as well."
Just as Patrick gritted his teeth in frustration over the situation, a calm, icy voice sounded from the shadows behind him.
Wearing his signature white mask, Rau Le Creuset stood there elegantly and made the suggestion in an even tone. Seeing Patrick merely nod grimly, Le Creuset silently turned and prepared to leave the control room.
"Le Creuset, I will not permit any more disgraceful failures from you."
Patrick fixed