Terra Calendar 1590.12.26.
AM08:25.
Iberia.
On the Iberian Peninsula, the sky is like a bursting flood, pouring down endless torrential rain mercilessly.
The rain seemed to flood the bustling streets of Madrid, the colorful buildings of Barcelona, and the ancient streets of Lisbon.
In this hazy and chaotic rain curtain, a surreal battlefield is quietly unfolding.
Near a huge lighthouse in Seville, an extraordinary battle is taking place.
The angels of heaven hold chainswords shining with divine light and meet the hunters of the Iberian Hunting Hall.
The hunters in the Hunting Hall hold heavy swords firmly and resolutely in their hands.
In their eyes, there is both perseverance for a decisive battle and fear of the unknown.
Qiang——
In the pouring rain, the sky was torn into countless lightnings, illuminating the dark battlefield.
The rain hit the ground unscrupulously, forming small puddles one after another, reflecting the slightly ferocious faces of the fighting parties.
"Crisis Management Bureau..., haha, the kingdom of heaven has really adopted a group of good dogs!"
The hunter in the hunting hall covered his bleeding hands and looked at the many people on the side. The commander supported by the [Angel] is a young boy with white fox ears. He is wearing a raincoat and a raincoat. The people around him who have the [Angel] class also have more or less inhuman parts on their bodies.
There is no doubt that these people are infected with [uncanny foot disease].
“Hugh Abraham, that ambitious guy, really made a good deal, allowing you bastards to join the heavenly pedigree, become overseas contractors, and be his dogs and white gloves. What can prevent the collapse of Terra? Damn it! He is just an ambitious man who wants the Kingdom of Heaven to fully interfere with the secular world, and you are just pawns in his hands!"
On the edge of the chaotic battlefield, the [Executive Officer] of the surrounding administration. They stood indifferently, their eyes as cold as iron, as if examining a dead person, staring at the hunter in front of them without emotion.
These [Executive Officers], wearing standard equipment, have no expression on their faces, only the coldness and determination in their eyes.
Where their eyes were focused, the hunter was showing characteristics that were different from ordinary people.
The skin on his face showed gill-like textures. Those textures seemed to have come to life during the fierce battle, constantly expanding and contracting, as if they were breathing.
Every breath he takes seems to be absorbing the cold air around him, converting the cold rain and air into energy in his body.
The gill-like skin shines with wet luster in the rain, adding a wild and dangerous beauty to the hunter.
He is like a shark lurking in the undercurrent, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time. His eyes reveal a wild light, cold and ferocious.
“Zap? You look even less human than us.”
Turs Colbert, this fox-eared boy who once shared the same fate with a certain golden retriever, was looking at the hunter in front of him with cold eyes.
“The real pain on this land does not originate from diseases such as [uncanny foot disease], [ore disease], and [memovirus]. The deeper pain comes from the communication between people. Deep distrust and deep-rooted hostility. Look at Iberia, aren't you the best proof of this? How different are you from us? The blood flowing in you is more terrifying than the disease in us. However, why can you still look down on us people who are also in suffering so easily?"
The rain dripped down the rain hat, and Tours looked at the inhuman existence in front of him, looking at the people in front of him? Eyes with hostility.
“Even if there are no infected people on this land, there is still a gap between rich and poor. Even if there is no gap between rich and poor, there are still different races - the barriers between people seem to never be completely eliminated.
< br>And all we can do is to unite the suffering people as much as possible, whether it is abnormality or the kingdom of heaven, as long as we can bring them hope, even if it is illusory or even false hope, we will have enough courage to resist. own destiny.”
"Even as a dog!"
The hunter roared. The gun in his hand had refused to serve him due to the distortion of his blood. This is the safety lock that Iberia puts on each gun. Now it has become a shackle to restrict hunters.
But it doesn’t matter, they still have the supreme art, and the deep sea hunter’s last aberration craze.
"You are more arrogant than angels."
Tours said nothing more. He raised his right hand high and then quickly dropped it along the rain curtain.
The surrounding [Executive Officers] raised their weapons and rushed toward the hunter who had completely lost his temper.
In this damp and cold air, countless figures intersect closely, sparks flying, like a beautiful dance.
锵——
Accompanied by a deafening buzzing sound and dazzling sparks.
The chains of the chainsword shone coldly in the rain, like endless thunder and lightning.
"Abraham, the Kingdom of Heaven is playing a little too big this time."
In the chaotic and tense atmosphere, Turs chose not to pay attention to the hunters who were tightly surrounded by [Executive Officers].
His eyes turned elsewhere. He slowly raised his head, looking through the rain, fog and night, looking up at the vast sky.
In the vast night sky, a magnificent meteor shower is taking place.
Countless meteors are like fireworks blooming in the night sky, crossing the sky one after another, drawing radiant trajectories.
The brilliance of meteors shines in the night sky, and each ray of light seems to be conveying some kind of message to the earth, as if they are trying to wrap the earth under their feet in their own way.
At this moment, time seemed to have frozen, and Tours was attracted by the starlight flowing freely.
Because, he knows what it is...
It is a manifestation of deterrence that is enough to make all the countries of Terra fear it, and even fear it.
"The Holy Legion of the Gospel of the Lord of Hosts..."
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Iberia·In the Phase Gap.
Under the gray sky of Porto, accompanied by the roar of thunder, the angels of heaven and the hunters of the hunting hall, the two parties clashed on the boundary between vision and reality.
The angels' bolters glowed with dazzling light, and the hunters' handguns responded with tongues of fire and smoke.
The two sides continued to shuttle between phases, and the hubs across Iberia were already a mess.
Whether they are normal or abnormal, whether they are humans or aliens, they have all left this land of right and wrong far away.
On the entire battlefield, in addition to the two warring parties, you can also see several fat penguins with blood dripping from their heads, cameras in their hands, snapping pictures, and laughing loudly.
Boom——
Suddenly, a huge lighthouse in Granada collapsed during the fierce battle, emitting a wail like a death knell, echoing in every corner from Valencia to Night City .
The sound was heavy and tragic, announcing the end of an era and the beginning of a new story.
"Well, O Most Exalted Lord of Hosts. Today is the day when the Lord of Hosts will appear, and He will take vengeance on his enemies; the sword will be satisfied with devouring food, and will be satisfied with blood; for above Iberia there are sacrifices. To the Lord of Hosts..." A penguin looked at the collapsed lighthouse and couldn't help but murmured in a daze.
He felt that this sentence was great and could be the beginning of his title.
He also thought about the title, and it was called "The Great Silence".
"I am the new editor-in-chief of the Wand Man! I must have a share in the positions that will be vacated because of Hugh Abraham's unemployment!!!"
The creeping penguin named Stan In the ruins of the battlefield, eyes are full of excitement.
Boom——
The sound of collapses sounded one after another, and the former lighthouse of Iberia continued to collapse.
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Beyond Iberia·The fourth guide chain.
In the vast ethereal sky, the spectacular sight of the Iberian deep space fleet shows the glorious achievements of its own civilization.
They hover silently over the Fourth Link Outpost, a hidden gap in the orbit of the man-made celestial body that provides the fleet with tactical advantage and concealment. There are a total of 17 main battle groups here. Each battle group has a huge mothership as the core, surrounded by various escort ships.
Each battle group may include 1 aircraft carrier (or its star-level extraordinary ship), 2 battleships, 4 cruisers, 6 destroyers, and necessary support ships .
The mothership of the Iberian Armada is designed to be huge, with a length of up to two thousand meters. The design is elegant and majestic, with countless tiny light sources embedded on the surface, like the brightest stars in the night sky.
The surface of the ship's hull is made of a reflective dark gray alloy that can shine under the starlight, and can almost blend into the background starry sky when necessary.
These motherships are the command centers of the fleet. They have powerful lineage computing cores and tactical control systems that can process hundreds of billions of data streams in an instant, ensuring that every action of the fleet is accurate.
Its internal structure is complex. In addition to the bridge and combat center, there is also a vast hangar used to carry and maintain fighter groups and unmanned reconnaissance aircraft.
Surrounding the mothership are dozens of battleships, each about eight hundred meters long. They are the backbone of the fleet's firepower.
The design of the battleship is more rugged, with thick armor on the shell, like a fortress in the universe. The sides of the ship are equipped with arrayed energy cannons and missile silos. These weapons are not only shields to defend against enemy attacks, but also swords during active attacks.
Then came the light and agile cruisers and destroyers, which were much smaller than battleships, generally between two hundred and three hundred meters in length, but larger in number.
These small ships are extremely maneuverable and can quickly adjust their battle formations to provide effective support and protection for motherships and battleships.
Their designs are full of science fiction, with fine lines on the surface of the streamlined hull, like schools of fish swimming in the universe.
At the outermost edge of the fleet are numerous auxiliary ships, including transport ships, supply ships and hospital ships. Although these ships do not have many weapons and equipment, their importance to the fleet is self-evident.
They ensure the fleet's continued combat capabilities during long-term voyages and battles.
These ships are usually around four hundred meters in length and are designed to focus on practicality and efficiency, with a square shape to maximize internal space.
This is the [Invincible Fleet] of Iberia. These fleets are capable of traveling across the [Ether Ocean] and even the interstellar space, but due to the existence of the [Crystal Sky], they are restricted to the third and fourth guide chains.
What is even more unimaginable is that the year when Iberia built the Invincible Fleet did not exceed three hundred years, which means that Iberia suddenly ushered in a technological explosion.
This technological explosion is full of miracles. It not only provides Iberia with the [Electronic Channel] of endless energy, it also brings Iberia the [Invincible Fleet] that dominates the third guide chain. .
At this moment, the [Invincible Fleet], which should have been cruising near the third guide chain, was stuck in the gap of the fourth guide chain and stagnated.
【Cannot return to the present world! ! ! 】
【Cannot return to the present world! ! ! 】
【Cannot return to this world! ! ! 】
In the general command room of the seventeen battle groups, the supreme commander Medina Sidonia was standing in front of the command podium, his face as mean and cold as a sculpture.
His eyes stared through the ship's viewing window at the huge outline of the fortification ahead - a strategic depth barrier composed of countless ships, defense platforms and light energy barriers.
It unfolds in the starry sky like a huge steel net, a symbol of both protection and challenge.
The commander's eyes seemed to want to penetrate this barrier and explore the enemy's weaknesses.
His sharp pupils reflected the flickering lights on the barrier, which were the signal lights of enemy ships, quiet and threatening.
The air in the room was almost solid, and the tension made everyone feel depressed.
“Commander, everything nearby is wrapped by the [Wall of Sighs], and the etheric chain cannot be shuttled. It is surrounded by the [Stairway to Heaven] of the Kingdom of Heaven, and there is the main core of the Kingdom of Heaven in front of it, which is the Supreme. One of the royal gospel thrones of the emperor - [Pavon Fortress] "
A clear and rhythmic voice, like a string of flowing notes, reported to Medina Sidonia.
The speaker was a woman with long, wavy blond hair that partially covered her right eye.
She wore a unique outfit: a short top and skirt in mainly black and white colors, with many details and decorations, such as lace and metallic elements, included in the design. Her clothing has elements of tradition and modernity, creating a futuristic nun look.
She is the machine soul of the [Invincible Fleet]'s flagship - the [San Martin].
In other words, she is the shipgirl of the [St. Martin].
At this moment, the Saint Martin ship girl looked at the encirclement spanning the entire fourth guide chain entrance, and glanced at the commander with worry, but as the flagship of the fleet, she knew what her responsibilities were. So she continued her reporting in a calm tone.
"There are a large number of unknown fleets around. These fleets do not have any independent and intelligent machine soul responses, and we are unable to communicate with them. The strategic depth they have formed has completely surrounded us, and they also refused to accept our negotiation instructions. ”
Listening to Saint Martin’s report, the shadows on Medina Sidonia’s face changed unpredictably with the dim light of the starry sky. His expression was calm, but from his tight grip You can feel the anger and determination in his heart through his fists.
“There is no need to negotiate. Even if the Kingdom of Heaven’s strategic fleet has an organic soul, it will only be an animalistic machine soul. And most of the Kingdom of Heaven’s fleet can defeat most of them just relying on their think tank Eden. The fleet commander has cultivated the ship, so there is no need to continue to negotiate. If there is no need, Eden will not negotiate with us."
Medina Sidonia thought unconsciously. Recalling that he had visited the deep space fleets of the Kingdom of Heaven on the Earth-Moon Base, in his memory, the Kingdom of Heaven's fleets were filled with pitch-black coldness and blood so thick that it could contaminate any spiritual substance.
“From top to bottom, Heavenly Kingdom has never believed in any words or systems such as the bond between commanders and machine souls. They are different from Terra’s mainstream machine soul control ideas. They only want absolute loyalty. Even if the mainstream Machine Soul commander system is full of diversity, they don't bother to cultivate spirituality with the Machine Soul - they are the most civilized and the most barbaric existence."
Medina Sidonia looked at the huge fleet group ahead and asked her shipgirl in a deep voice:
"How long is the strategic depth of the kingdom of heaven."
" ..."
Saint Martin hesitated for a moment, and then replied in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Between the present world and the fourth guide chain, between Terra and the moon, With a strategic fleet spanning 420,000 kilometers (the distance between the earth and the moon is 384,400 kilometers), the battlefield has been divided into four theaters, one every 100,000 kilometers, for a total of four main theaters.
A buffer zone of 20,000 kilometers is set between tactical areas, while the distance between individual battle groups in Heaven is 5,000 kilometers. Assuming that there are 50 battle groups in each theater, about 16 to 16 are distributed in each tactical area. 17 battle groups..."
At this point, the ship girl no longer has the courage to say any more.
[The Invincible Fleet] only has 17 battle groups, and now the opponent is a tactic There are 17 battle groups in the area.
“It is impossible for the Kingdom of Heaven to have so many ships. That is the [creation authority of all things] of the Lord of Hosts. Most of the battle groups are the Holy See of the Gospel of the Lord of Hosts. The real-time battle group produced is projected.
If the Kingdom of Heaven releases restrictions on His power, these fleets will be 100% comparable to the power of real fleets.
Depending on the situation, we are very lucky. After the great changes in the kingdom of heaven, we are fortunate enough to receive the same treatment as the stars. We were able to get those lunatics to loosen their restrictions on [Yahweh] again. You must know that they are very afraid of the gods they created. ”
Medina Sidonia joked as if he was having fun, not only was he trying to appease the ship girl, but he was also taking the opportunity to release the emotions he felt when facing an invincible enemy. Frustrated.
"It seems that the target of the Holy See is not us..." the Saint Martin Ship Girl said to her commander.
"...I know. "
"When the Kingdom of Heaven destroyed the [electronic channel], I knew that the plan of His Excellency St. James and the senior officials was leaked. Our cooperation with extraterrestrial civilizations has been discovered. Their goal was never Humanity, but the enemy of mankind. "Medina Sidonia pressed his hands on the spherical projection map, and he gently moved his hands to rotate the spherical map.
"The Invincible Fleet was born due to the cooperation of the three civilizations. Unfortunately, time does not wait for us. We have not built the hundred-regiment fleet planned to resist the Kingdom of Heaven, nor have we cultivated more machine spirits that can exert the power of the ships. After all, Iberia It is not like the Berlin genealogy taking the alchemy-anthroposophic route, or the diversity like the Edici genealogy; time is not on our side in the end, and we are trying to reverse the distortion of the hunter genealogy, and the plan to change the path of the spectrum is finally Still failed.”
Medina Sidonia quickly stopped turning, and at this moment the spherical projection map stayed in one of the buffer areas of four strategic areas.
“Lily.” He called out the true name of the machine spirit that belongs to the [St. Martin] in a gentle tone.
"Yes." Lily responded softly.
“We may not return to Iberia.”
"I know..."
"Among the current ships, only the [La Reina] has the best maneuverability, and she is also the youngest of the eight spiritual ships in the fleet I command. As a machine soul, her moldability is the best, so..."
"I will let several others help her break through the encirclement."
"...Thank you for your hard work. Except for the eight of you, the machine spirits and commanders on the other ships have also worked hard. Please forgive me for my selfishness."
"They will understand that here, only blessing [Class·Warp] Engine] Lena has a chance to escape the siege of heaven in this war."
"According to my plan, start to change the path."
"Yes!"
"Let us go to the Gospel Holy Seat of the Supreme Being in the Kingdom of Heaven."
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