A shimmering light beyond the sea mist, where nothing can be seen ahead.
The meaning of it within the artificially created thick sea fog was unequivocal.
“Mili! Get down!!”
“W-What, sis!?”
“Armored summon!! Mistilteinn!”
Mana flowing out from within the body.
A sphere formed in the air, transforming into a person in an instant, as a 20-meter giant descends to the ground.
Silver gloves shining brilliantly even in the thick fog.
“Mistilteinn! Form a defensive perimeter! Don’t let the enemy’s attacks reach the base!”
A silver knight gazes upward into the air.
Its blue eyes sparkle, and Mistilteinn’s propulsion system roars to life, sending its enormous body soaring into the sky.
– Pervobeng, bang!
The sound of gunfire arrives a moment later.
At the same time, the robot summoner’s ultimate firepower, Mistilteinn, unfolds all of its armaments.
The railgun stored beneath the wrists points straight ahead, and the large gatling gun in hand begins to spin.
Rectangular canisters stacked on its back unfold like wings, and the cover that had encased the missiles bursts open.
Like it had been waiting, a rapid-fire cannon appears from atop its shoulder.
Additionally, all the armaments concealed within its body, including those on its arms, legs, and waist, are aimed straight ahead.
Kwaaaah—
Missiles, scattered with pure white smoke, are unleashed into the dense sea fog.
A moment later, continuous explosions occur not far from the base.
Kwahbang! Pervobang!!
“Ugh.”
Even though the explosions happen ahead, the intensity rattles my ears from a distance.
However, thanks to that overwhelming firepower, the sea fog that had filled the waters in front of the base clears instantly, revealing a blue sky.
– Chwaaa—
Incoming projectiles.
The giant retaliates.
Sizzling- Boom!
The sound of electricity crackling and the discharge from the two railguns.
The flash-sparked rounds pierce one by one through the rapidly approaching projectiles.
Peraang!! Kwahbang!!
Explosions and lights illuminating the strait.
Following that, two large gatling guns form a defensive perimeter, whipping the projectiles like whips from both sides.
Kwahbang!! Peraang!
A continuous series of explosions.
Yet, a few surviving projectiles enter their dropping trajectory towards the base and crash down to the ground without any resistance.
Kuwuung!! Kwahkwang!!
The ground shakes with a thunderous roar.
The shockwave races quickly across the land.
[ Beep?! / ٩(๑º ﾛ º๑)۶]
“Gah!?”
“W-What, sis!”
Mili catches my falling body from above the Bungbungi.
Even as I roll, Mili’s embrace keeps me from feeling any shock.
“Mili! Are you okay?!”
“I- I’m fine. But what about you, sis?”
“I think I’m okay thanks to you, Mili.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
Mili grins.
[ Beep…. / ｡°(°´ᯅ`°)°｡]
“It’s okay, Bungbungi. It’s not your fault.”
I pat the sad Bungbungi.
Sizzling- Boom!!
The booming of the railgun shakes the base as if trying to say even this time is extravagant.
I’m convinced the enemy’s attack is ongoing with the flashes and explosions continuing to flicker.
[ Colonel, do you hear me! ]
“Mr. Balder! We’re under attack!!”
[ We’ve confirmed it as well! We’ll advance the Argonauts and raise the barrier to maximum output to repel the enemy’s attack!! ]
Using the Argonaut as a massive shield, I reply.
“Please! In the meantime, I’ll intercept the enemies!”
[ Should we send reinforcements from our side as well? ]
“No! Evacuating the citizens comes first! Assist the northern fleet and help the civilians aboard!”
[ Understood! ]
Kuwuu—
The roar of the Argonaut’s engines echoes as its shadow looms over the building we’re on.
I’m outside now, still in Mili’s arms.
Shuttles are pouring out from the Argonaut’s arsenal, and I see countless people running around in a frenzy.
“Gahh!”
“Attack, everyone, attack!!”
“Mikhail! Mikhail!! Where are you!”
People in panic.
“Take shelter in the bunker!! Hurry!!”
“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!”
To evacuate those citizens, soldiers from the northern fleet hustle around raising their voices.
Fires and black smoke billow from all corners of the base.
A silver knight kneels before us, revealing its armament with an outstretched hand.
“Bungbungi, can you get back on your own?”
[ Beep! / ୧(๑•̀⌄•́๑)૭]
“Yeah, return to the ship carefully. Mili, let’s board Mistilteinn.”
“Ah, yes!”
I climb onto Mistilteinn’s hand and enter the cockpit.
Just like Colossus, it’s sized for ordinary people, so I can’t reach it from here.
“Mili, can I ask you to pilot?”
“M-Me?!”
“Yeah. It’s okay, Mili! I’ll help you, and if your skills with the reinforced exoskeleton are fine, you can definitely do it!”
“…Yes!!”
Mili replies with a serious expression to my heartfelt request.
“Alright, let’s go!”
The 20-meter tall silver knight soars into the sky.
“This is how you do this, and that’s the propulsion control feature.”
Quick explanations during the scarce time.
Mili nods and grips the controls.
“Yes, I’ll try it!!”
Mili stretches her hands confidently.
In response, Mistilteinn accelerates forward with a sound.
The silver knight pierces the thick sea fog that completely obstructs our view.
“Sis, what should we do now?”
“Let’s head in the direction the fog is blowing; the enemies will be there at the end!”
“Yes!!”
Mistilteinn picks up speed.
With a thump, a slight jolt is felt, and the silver knight transforms into a white flash.
[ Confirmed, approaching high-speed enemy object. Adjusting aim. ]
Wheeeing—
The barrel aimed skyward rapidly reloads, pointing down toward the sea surface.
[ Intercepting. ]
Kwahbang! Boom!
“Mili! To the side!!”
“Yes!”
Mili swiftly maneuvers the controls, skillfully handling Mistilteinn.
Just narrowly avoiding the incoming fire.
Confirming the enemy is near, Mili increases speed, and Mistilteinn responds in kind.
[ Air defense system deployed, intercepting missiles launched. ]
[ All clear. ]
Flashes continue to light up within the fog.
Whips made of fire and metal swing in all directions, followed by a barrage of missiles pouring down.
“Mistilteinn! Intercept!”
The large gatling gun aimed directly ahead.
Massive artillery shells scatter rapidly from the spinning barrel, forming a shield of fire.
Kwahbang! Pervobang!!
Missiles at the center are intercepted, triggering chain explosions.
Even while doing this, the silver giant does not slow down as it finally plunges into the enemy fleet.
Red lights sparkle from all directions.
Yet, I spot three red lights that stand out, and I raise my voice.
“Mistilteinn! Target those three lights!!”
Immediately, Mistilteinn unleashes firepower.
Starting with the two railguns, the large gatling gun fires, and a torrent of rounds from the canister pours toward the lights in the fog.
Bang, Kwahkwang!!
Lights glowing brightly within the fog.
Then the outcome reverberates back.
Kugung, Kwaaaah!!
Explosions burst forth from within the fog, along with enormous flames.
Explosions from the heavily bombarded enemy ships push the mist away in an instant, revealing the enemy fleet before our eyes.
Nine Mermaid-class patrol boats, three Siren-class escort ships, and a single Kelpie-class destroyer, which appears to be the flagship of this fleet.
Beside it, a Zaratan-class special vessel is seen sinking after taking fire from Mistilteinn.
“Sis! That big ship—”
Mili exclaims loudly, sharply turning the controls to look at the Kelpie-class destroyer.
“Right! Mistilteinn!!!”
In the meantime, the silver knight, having rearranged its armaments, opens fire toward the enemy flagship.
[ ?! ]
While the air defense system turns towards us, the Kelpie-class destroyer is ultimately overwhelmed by the tremendous firepower, getting doused in fire.
The armored hull shatters instantly under the barrage, with explosions erupting all over the large hull.
Still, whether it’s due to being a warship, it endures the assault without sinking.
In order to put an end to it, the railgun is fired once again.
Sizzling- Boom!
Flashes penetrate both the waist and the command bridge of the destroyer simultaneously.
As the great hole opens in the destroyer, electric sparks crackle, and as the sensor lights go out, it meets its end.
Peraaaaaang!!
A grand inferno erupts from the center of the fleet.
The enemy flagship slowly sinks beneath the waves, releasing thick black smoke.
[ Information, flagship sunk. Scatter and retreat. ]
[ All clear. ]
The enemy fleet begins to withdraw, pouring fire.
“Nowhere to run! Mistilteinn, replenish armaments!”
The silver knight refills its armaments, unleashing fire toward the retreating enemy.
One by one, the enemies go down.
Just when the last enemy escort ship, which had been resisting fiercely, detonates in a massive explosion, the timing is perfect for a transmission to come in.
[ Colonel. The fog has lifted, and we’ve confirmed that the enemy bombardment has stopped, are you okay? ]
“Yes, we were dealing with the special vessel and flagship, chasing the enemy. How about you?”
[ It seems the civilians were greatly frightened by the sudden attack, but thanks to the help of the northern fleet, we’re quickly accommodating people onboard the ships. ]
“Please continue your good work…. How many casualties have we had?”
[ We’re still verifying, but thanks to the intercept you conducted against attacks falling toward the base, it seems the damage isn’t great. ]
“Is that so…. That’s a relief.”
A little bit of luck amidst the misfortune.
While I feel somewhat at ease, communication comes in from the northern fleet.
[ Miss Edu, it’s Dimitri. Can you share what has happened? ]
“Yes.”
I briefly summarize what just transpired for Dimitri.
[ Thank you, Miss Edu. On behalf of the lost nation and its people, I express my gratitude. ]
“Not at all, but what is the northern fleet doing right now?”
[ We’re planning to lower the alert and resume resupplying…. Why do you ask? ]
“You can’t lower the alert now. This is only the beginning.”
[ ?! ]
Dimitri looks shocked.
The commander quickly regains composure, his expression serious as he gazes at me.
[ Tell me in detail. ]
“The use of this fog for attack is a characteristic of the first-generation Invader commanders, and to be honest, the composition of their fleet wasn’t strong enough to challenge the northern fleet unless it was a surprise attack, right?”
Even being generous, the enemy fleet strength only amounts to a patrol fleet.
However, the northern fleet docked here, while outdated, consists of almost all of the Russian Navy’s vessels gathered in one spot.
In other words, the disparity in power is ludicrous.
[ So, are they aiming for something? ]
“Yes, this is not a person who would issue such an attack thoughtlessly.”
One of the first-generation Invader commanders, Bonaparte.
As the name derived from a family of exceptional soldiers, conquerors, and invaders, his commanding ability is certainly among the best of all commanders.
It means he’s not to be underestimated.
[ Then what should we do? ]
“For now, it would be best to activate all the ships that can move and get out of here.”
[ Are we going to be bombarded? ]
“Yes, because the disparity in strength against the Invader navy and our forces is clear. We’ll have to push our plans forward a bit…. Let’s all head towards the Pacific Ocean for now.”
Originally, my plan was to transport the refugees to the Argonaut, contact Europe, and gather the fleet from Russia to head towards the Pacific, but that plan is completely derailed.
Because what waits in the European direction is precisely the Armed Islands and the Invaders’ surface fleet.
Thus, moving towards Europe in this situation is tantamount to walking into the enemy’s territory; it’s suicidal.
[ The Pacific… That’s quite a distance. ]
“Yes, we’ll provide cover, so please prepare. One more thing, I have a request for Mr. Dimitri.”
[ For me? What is it? ]
“Choose a trusted person and send them to the Argonaut; we need to request support.”
[ Support? ]
…
As the sun sets.
The lights of the dormant ships flicker on, and the northern fleet, which had long held its position, sets sail outside the harbor.
Taking to the skies above the fleet, the Argonaut moves alongside.
A pair of eyes quietly watches that scene.
[ Confirmed, enemy fleet departing. Confirmed, airborne support moving together. Report requested. ]
[ All clear, immediate reporting in progress. ]
Information quickly transmitted through the communication network.
The report makes its way through several fleets, arriving at the large-scale fleet advancing to the east.
Upon seeing the report, Bonaparte rises from his seat.
[ As expected, the patrol fleet was annihilated, and they’ve headed out of the harbor. ]
Bonaparte, gazing at the white giant captured in the footage, nods.
[ Indeed, this can be called a bug; swift decision-making too is commendable. However…. ]
He turns, directing his gaze to one of the densely packed screens.
There, a small message floats.
– Ravelia of AbyssMother has accepted to cooperate, confirming troop support.
[ You cannot escape those seas. ]
[ Report, B14 battleship fleet has joined. ]
[ Then, Bug…. no, from now on we’ll hunt the white-haired witch. All ships, advance at full speed. ]
[ All clear, fleet advancing at full speed. ]
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