Killing Intent

Five Murasame units emerged from the clouds and flew straight toward the Prototype Destiny.

Behind them, five M1 Astrays raised their rifles and fired in unison to pin it down.

Noer's gaze was indifferent, neither joyful nor sorrowful. With a raised hand, he activated the Beam Shield and placed it before his chest, blocking the incoming beams.

Looking toward the source of the alarm, he hurled out the Beam Boomerang with all his might. At the same time, the machine retreated and flipped over, retracting its Beam Shield as it drew the Ship-Cutting Sword.

The engines roared.

The Prototype Destiny Gundam streaked over the sea, leaving afterimages in its wake.

Clang—

Under the edge of the Ship-Cutting Sword, the Murasame was as fragile as paper.

Using the blaze of the exploding machine as cover,

the Prototype Destiny Gundam's beam cannon swung around and fired.

In the blink of an eye, another M1 Astray Gundam was blasted into fragments by the beam cannon.

The flames of the explosion did not stop Noer's movements.

The glow of the Beam Saber continued to flash through the air.

Like the scythe of death, the Ship-Cutting Sword relentlessly harvested lives across the battlefield.

Moments later,

Noer had slaughtered all ten Orb MS units that had come to encircle him, taking less than a minute.

Yet even under such overwhelming suppression, Orb's MS forces continued pouring toward the Prototype Destiny Gundam like madmen.

The alarm blared once again.

"Are you people ever going to stop?"

Noer could not help growing irritated.

Recently, he had often sensed strange emotional fluctuations for no apparent reason.

Especially during battle, that sensation became even stronger.

It had gotten to the point where he wondered whether he had caught some kind of illness.

Especially when he had gone to the medical