American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 179 Jonathan: What do you mean I will attack in Gundam form?
"Roar--!"

Doomsday swung his thick, pillar-like arm, the slight tremor from swatting Green Lantern still lingering on his fist. A hint of boredom flashed in his eyes, burning with primal savagery, as if he had just crushed nothing more than a nuisance insect.

Then it raised its massive arm again, casting a shadow of bulging muscles.

With an overwhelming pressure capable of shattering mountains and splitting the earth, it was aimed directly at Locke and Ron.

The air twisted under its power, compressing every inch of space.

"Om-!"

But it is a mutation that has recurred!
In the sky, the emerald green light of will did not dim with the disappearance of the Green Lantern; instead, it surged violently once more! This time, the energy no longer constituted a simple shield or weapon!
Instead, it is rapidly woven and shaped into a massive green energy tower!

With a piercing shriek that tore through the air, it crashed down with tremendous force, precisely burying the Doomsday that had just raised its arm overhead!

"Boom——!!!"

The ancient pagoda fell to the ground, and the earth trembled!
The tower's body surged with green light, and the runes on it seemed to come alive, swirling and flashing, forming a powerful sealing force that attempted to completely suppress the terrifying entity within the tower!

"Roar--!!!"

Doomsday was clearly caught off guard by this sudden prison and was immediately locked inside, unleashing a deafening roar of fury.

It crashed wildly inside the tower, its power enough to shake mountains causing the entire green energy tower to shake violently. Fine cracks even began to appear on the tower's surface, and the green light flickered intermittently, clearly indicating that the seal could not hold it for long.

But in any case, Doomsday has been temporarily trapped!

Locke, Ron, and Scott, who had just flown back from a distance looking somewhat disheveled.
The three of them looked at each other.

But no one mentioned the incident where he almost "appeared and then left."

"Did I miss something important?"

A faint, echoing voice broke the brief silence. Ripples spread through the air, and a golden portal opened.

A figure clad in a golden helmet and blue cloak, exuding an air of mystery, slowly flew out.

The little golden statuette swept its gaze across the scene and immediately understood the situation.

Without saying a word, he formed a hand seal and began chanting ancient incantations.

Powerful magic flowed like a trickle into a river, rapidly pouring into the crumbling green energy tower. Golden magical runes, like living chains, coiled upwards, intertwining and fusing with the green will energy, instantly easing the tower's tremors considerably.

Although the sounds of impact inside the tower were still terrifying, the tower itself had clearly become more stable.

"Nelson."

Scott spoke, a hint of embarrassment in his voice: "You've come at just the right time."

"Really? But I always feel like I've missed out on so much."

Doctor Fate's voice came through the helmet, tinged with familiar banter.

“Climbing up the mountain to retrieve the helmet was quite tiring.” He paused, as if he were really recalling that journey, “I don’t know which ancestor built the entrance to the ‘Tower of Eternity’ on such a high mountain top, without even an elevator.”

“It’s because there’s no capable descendant in the family to carry on our responsibilities,” Scott chimed in, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. “Young people these days all yearn for the power of… ‘fashion.’”

The two old heroes sighed almost simultaneously, filling the air with a sense of melancholy at the passage of time.

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Locke listened from the side, his lips twitching slightly.

The conversations of these old guys always gave him the illusion that he had stumbled into a veterans' club.

He didn't join the nostalgic conversation, but silently turned his gaze to the Martian Hunter beside him and turned on the team voice chat:

Are you sure these old guys are reliable?

Without directly responding to Locke's complaints, Ron simply stared straight ahead expressionlessly, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Only after Doctor Fate and Scott had finished their reflections did he clear his throat, his voice coming through his mask, politely interrupting the impending reverie:
"Ahem... Gentlemen, the situation is urgent, perhaps we can catch up later."

He turned to Doctor Fate, his tone as steady as ever:

“Dr. Nelson, thank you for your timely assistance. However, may I ask… where is Mr. Hall? My emergency summons signal should have reached him as well.”

Doctor Fate shrugged, his golden helmet gleaming faintly in the lightning of the sky.
"Who knows? Rong En, the notifications you sent were so urgent, 'Supreme Threat,' 'Immediate Support,' 'Dimensional Crisis'..."

"Besides me and old man Scott who happened to be maintaining his ring, who else could arrive in this desolate wilderness so quickly, like teleportation?"

His tone carried a hint of helplessness, also pointing out the fact that reinforcements might be limited.

Not all heroes are suited to directly confront monsters like Doomsday.

In addition, they are now just the Justice Retirement Association.

after all
You can't exactly send a 70- or 80-year-old red tornado lady, who's only good at guarding the gate, up to fight Doomsday hand-to-hand, can you?

However, just as Doctor Fate finished speaking, and after complaining that reinforcements couldn't possibly arrive as quickly as teleporting,
"boom--!"

A deafening explosion, as if the air were being violently torn apart, came from high above!

A deafening explosion that ripped through the sky erupted from the clouds! A figure, like a falcon breaking free from the shackles of gravity, pierced through the clouds at astonishing speed, swooping down with a whooshing sound!

The newcomer was clad in ancient, wing-shaped armor, the metallic feathers gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and each flap of its enormous wings stirred up a powerful gust of air.

The golden warhammer he gripped tightly in his hand was engraved with mysterious runes, leaving a dazzling trail as he swooped down.

With a fold of its wings, the newcomer landed steadily beside Locke and Martian Hunter, creating a shockwave.

"Who says teleportation is the only way to get around, Kent?"

Hall glanced at Doctor Fate, then his gaze locked onto the violently trembling green tower:
"Wings are still my most reliable partner!"

"Especially when someone sends the coordinates in such an urgent manner!"

Upon seeing Hawkman's sudden appearance, a low hum came from beneath Doctor Fate's golden helmet, its tone ambiguous as to whether it was praise or mockery: "Looks like your old bones can still fly, Carter."

“Wearing N metal year-round won’t make me age.” Hawkman retorted, not to be outdone: “It’s much more direct than some people who are just standing behind chanting spells because of their weakened mental state, Nelson.”

"Everyone, please stop arguing."

Rong En interrupted the old friends' greeting at the right moment, his tone serious:

"Crisis looms. We must use this brief time to devise an effective tactic. Doomsday's adaptability is beyond imagination; simple attacks and confinement will become increasingly ineffective."

For example.
His words hadn't even fully faded, as if to confirm his concerns—

"Boom!!!"

A more muffled and violent impact resounded from inside the ancient green energy tower!

The tower shook violently, and the cracks on its surface spread out as if they were alive, with green light flashing rapidly, as if it would completely collapse at any moment.

Without the slightest hesitation, a fierce glint flashed in Hawkman's eyes, and his wings flapped violently behind him!

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

Countless feather-like missiles made of magical metal rained down on the green tower like a storm! However, they did not attack blindly, but rather precisely targeted the cracks on the tower caused by the impact of the Doomsday!
"Om-!"

The energy of the magic metal briefly merged with the energy of the green light and the magic energy.

It produced a strange resonance, which further reinforced the tower and temporarily slowed its collapse!

"reasonable."

Hawkman nodded to Martian Manhunter, his voice solemn:

"The situation looks worse than the signal indicated! This tower won't hold it for long!"

He succinctly pointed out the facts that everyone already knew.

“How about using kryptonite? I remember his prototype DNA is kryptonite,” Nelson suggested.

“No way,” Scott shook his head. “I used the Green Lantern Ring to mimic the Kryptonite frequency, and you could even think of that tower as being made of Kryptonite. But look at its vitality.”

“He must have been killed by Kryptonite once,” Ron explained. “After being killed once, the second time would completely negate its effects.”

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Everyone was silent for a while.

"What do you think, old buddy?"

Looking at Hall, Scott asked:
"Since the situation is urgent, let's just kill him."

Hawkman turned his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on the violently trembling ancient tower. His tone was crisp and clear, as if he were stating a simple fact.

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These words were spoken so calmly and directly that the wrinkles on Scott's face instantly gathered together, forming a huge question mark.

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Neil was just about to complain about this overly reckless plan.

“That makes a lot of sense.” A calm voice rang out first, interrupting any potential doubts. Locke met everyone’s gaze calmly. “Mr. Hall said so.”

Scott and Nelson immediately turned their attention to Locke, their eyes filled with even greater confusion.

Meeting their puzzled gazes, Locke quickened his pace, but explained clearly and logically:

"The most terrifying thing about Doomsday is not its power or defense, but its almost limitless adaptability and terrifying ability to evolve after death."

"Any form of attack, whether energy, physical, or magical, will become fuel for its growth and make it even more difficult to deal with next time, as long as it cannot be completely destroyed in one go."

"In that case, the only way to deal with this paradoxical monster is to completely annihilate its existence in an instant with power that exceeds its adaptive limits before it can react and initiate that damned adaptive evolution."

"Not even a single cell or a piece of genetic information was left behind!"

"That is... to truly and thoroughly 'kill him'."

This logic is simple, direct, and even carries a kind of primitive, violent aesthetic.

This caused Scott and Nelson to fall silent instantly.
They are accustomed to dealing with and resolving crises using a variety of complex methods.
Strategy, weaknesses, and seals.
However, in the face of this immortality, it seems that the most primal and extreme form of overwhelming power may be the only solution.

Hawkman nodded, a hint of appreciation in his gaze as he looked at Locke.
"I presume this gentleman already has a plan?"

"Yes."

Locke nodded firmly without the slightest hesitation: "But I need some time to gather my strength."

He stretched out his hand, palm up, with wisps of electricity dancing on his fingertips:

"I will try to compress and enhance the power within me to the limit... in order to launch a one-time saturation attack and try to completely 'purify' it."

"How long is 'a little time'?"

Nelson asked the crucial question directly. His magical senses could detect that Doomsday's struggle inside the tower was becoming increasingly intense, and the seal they had jointly laid was rapidly weakening. Time was their scarcest resource.

“Approximately…” Locke frowned slightly, made an estimate, and gave a number that made the three veteran heroes take notice: “Approximately… it will require two hours of uninterrupted energy gathering and compression.”

"..."

Scott grinned.

A faint, ambiguous chuckle seemed to come from beneath Nelson's metal mask.

"Two hours..."

Hall repeated himself, his tone unreadable, neither expressing感慨 nor 疑, before finally saying:

"Then we old guys will try to get those two hours for you."

"Just focus on building up your strength."

Having received this somewhat reluctant but clear agreement, Locke said no more nonsense.

He took a deep look at the Doomsday below, which was temporarily suppressed, and the lightning around him blazed brightly once again!
"Boom——!"

He transformed into a dazzling purple streak of light, tearing through the air and soaring straight into the sky.

This time, the thunderclouds stopped spreading and instead began to contract and compress rapidly inward!
Like rivers flowing into the sea, the energy surged into Locke's body, only to be condensed to its fullest extent by his powerful control.

The thunder in the sky gradually changed from a violent boom to a low, rumbling hum that was unsettling.

Below, the four heroes looked up at this miraculous scene, each with a different expression.

"Tsk tsk."

Scott couldn't help but click his tongue, his humor dispelling some of the tension: "These days, young people are really getting more and more... fancy in their displays of power."

"Back in our day, if the light was green, all you had to do was have a strong fist."

"Who says it's not?"

Nelson, unusually, chimed in with a slightly teasing remark:
"I don't really understand these popular things like energy projection and spirit manifestation. But... his spirit looks pretty big, and it's purple."

"Stop talking nonsense, old folks."

Hawkman Hall remains the most pragmatic one.

His wings spread behind him, reflecting the tower and lightning, and he gripped the warhammer tightly in his hand.

Leading the way with firm steps, he walked towards the ancient green tower that was shimmering with light and whose internal clattering sounds were growing increasingly intense and terrifying: "Let's reinforce it quickly! If you want to chat, wait until we've completely destroyed this thing and go back for a drink!"

"It's Christmas Eve tonight. I wonder if Jim's bar is open yet."

All of a sudden.
On this desolate battlefield.

The four experienced heroes then used their skills to help the crumbling seal.

They mobilized the power of the green light, ancient magic, magical metals, and the mental strength of Martian hunters to their fullest extent, constructing solid lines of defense.

Until
Two minutes later.

"boom--!!!"

That energy construct, which combined the Green Lantern's indomitable will with ancient and mysterious magic, finally reached its limit!
It exploded with a blinding flash!
Countless green particles drifted into the sky, and then scattered and disappeared.

“Hey buddy, what about your precognitive abilities?” Scott grumbled. “At least tell us when he’s coming out.”

“If you want me, a seventy- or eighty-year-old man, to fight a little longer, then stop nagging.” Nelson hovered in mid-air, his golden helmet slightly turned toward him, and his voice, coming through the helmet, carried a hint of an old man’s impatience at being bothered: “You might as well ask me why I don’t just use a teleportation spell to send him and me to outer space.”

"you?"

Scott was visibly taken aback, and gave Nelson a meaningful look from head to toe.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth:
"So there's actually a scoundrel here..."

"Roar!" A roar more violent than any before abruptly interrupted Scott's unfinished words.

The terrifying figure of Doomsday, covered in grayish-white bone spurs, was even more ferocious than before it broke free. Its eyes, burning with primal rage, locked onto the center of the high-altitude thundercloud almost the instant it was freed, driven by some kind of destructive instinct.

That mass of thunderous energy was constantly compressing and radiating a power that even it found threatening!
"Roar--!!!"

The roar reverberated across the land, and the monster's bulging muscles suddenly bulged, causing the ground beneath its feet to crack inch by inch, sending shards of rock flying!
Its massive body crouched slightly, and it looked as if it was about to soar into the sky with an unstoppable, destructive force, heading straight for the unsuspecting Locke!

"Don't think about it!"

Hall's reaction was the fastest!
With his wings bursting forth with dazzling golden light, he moved like lightning, and the ancient warhammer in his hand was swung into a golden meteor, smashing with unparalleled precision toward Doomsday's face!

"Boom——!!!"

The warhammer clashed violently with the arm covered in bone spurs.

The massive body of Doomsday was slightly shaken by this explosive attack, and its soaring momentum was abruptly interrupted!
At almost the same time, Nelson had already floated into the air.

His hands moved with dazzling speed as he chanted ancient and obscure incantations.

An incredibly complex golden magic circle instantly lit up at the feet of Doomsday!

"Seth!"

With a low shout, countless golden chains shimmering with holy runes shot out from the magic circle, nimbly wrapping around Doomsday's legs, arms, and even neck!
The runes on the chains shone brightly, continuously weakening and imprisoning the terrifying power of Doomsday, firmly fixing it in place.

"I come."

Rong En let out a low shout, and his green body expanded once more.

It transformed into a green giant whose size rivaled that of Doomsday!

He lunged at Doomsday from the side, his arms tightly gripping Doomsday's waist and abdomen, his entire body sinking down, forming a double restraint with the magical chains!
Scott, meanwhile, roamed the periphery of the battlefield, constantly constructing temporary obstacles with his willpower.

Green shields, spikes, and ropes.

They precisely filled every tiny gap in the defenses, delaying any possible breakthrough by Doomsday.

However, the completely berserk Doomsday displayed a terrifying fighting power.

It roared madly, tearing at the magical chains that shimmered with runes, each bulge of its muscles causing the chains to groan in a teeth-grinding manner.

Even the shockwaves generated by the violent struggle sent Hawkman flying backward as he tried to get close again, and Martian Manhunter, who was clinging to it, staggered backward, carving deep furrows in the ground.

but.
For a moment, he was indeed stopped on the ground by this exquisite teamwork.

This temporarily trapped the world-destroying monster in place.

It must be said that this tactic is a classic.

Warrior, Mage, Tank, Support.

Hawkman is responsible for frontal assaults and interruptions, Doctor Fate is the core controller, using powerful magic to imprison and weaken enemies, Ron is the tank, and Scott is the support.

Take a look at that classic combination below.

Locke felt slightly relieved, and a barely perceptible smile flickered across his lips.

The old heroes are still reliable.

Since that's the case, he stopped being distracted and immediately focused all his attention on the surging ocean of energy within his body.

At the same time, deep within his mind, he whispered:

“Shen Du, I know you’re here.”

As soon as he finished speaking, ripples spread across his body.

The figure of a little boy with golden eyes appeared; it was Shen Du.

His face now showed less of his usual playfulness and arrogance, and more of a solemn expression.

"Father."

Shen Du responded without further ado, his golden eyes fixed on the terrifying battle below.

"I will temporarily borrow the rules of 'demolition'."

Locke stated his intention directly.

To completely annihilate Doomsday in one blow, the purifying power of the thunderbolts alone might not be enough; a more extreme power, one that focuses more on 'destruction', is needed.

Shen Du nodded without the slightest hesitation.

He raised his small hand, his eyes shining brightly with golden light, and two extremely refined runes, like living golden fireflies, slowly flowed into Locke's body.

After the rules were passed on, the aura of the capital city dimmed slightly.

"God Capital, the farm?" Locke asked.

He is now focusing all his energy on concentrating the thunder, so the farm's barrier is bound to have some flaws.

"fine."

Shen Du answered quickly, his tone carrying a hint of relief:
“My brother did a great job. He calmed down most of the animals that were infected and driven mad by the monster’s aura with his ‘purifying’ power. Uncle Kent and Aunt Martha are safe.”

"That's good."

Locke felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders; the safety of his family was his greatest source of confidence. "Then hurry back and help, and protect everyone."

"it is good."

Shen Du responded, his figure fading as he prepared to return to the farm through the Dragon Court space.

But before completely dissipating, he paused, a hint of worry flashing in his golden eyes as he looked at the figure of the terrifying monster:
"Father, that monster...it gives me...a very bad feeling."

Locke could sense the apprehension that the gods held.

He gathered a gentle yet firm thought, and as he had done countless times to comfort the child, conveyed it to him: "It's okay."

Then he paused, as if stating a future that was bound to happen:

"Today is Christmas Eve."

"I will handle everything."

"..."

Shendu remained silent for a moment, and finally nodded heavily.

Seeing that the gods had left, Locke's eyes once again returned to a cold and resolute look.

He looked up at the sky, concentrating all his will on one point.

The thunderclouds, which had initially been compressing inwards, suddenly began to spin violently, forming a massive vortex of lightning that enveloped the heavens and the earth. At the center of the vortex, destructive light was rising exponentially!
Let's turn our attention back to Kent Farm.

At this moment, the farm has become the only relatively calm, yet still extremely tense, fortress in the eye of the storm.

Locke's magical barrier resembled a semi-transparent giant bowl inverted over the main house and surrounding area, but outside the barrier, shadowy figures loomed.

The animals, infected by the Doomsday spores, with bloodshot eyes and distorted forms, were frantically attacking the barrier, causing ripples to constantly spread across its surface.

However, most of their attacks were in vain.

A golden figure flickered like a ghost at the edge of the barrier.

Dio's red eyes were cold. Whenever too many monsters gathered or an exceptionally powerful individual appeared, he would let out a low growl:
"—The World!"

Time stands still!

In the absolutely still, gray world, Dio strolled leisurely into the horde of monsters.

And the moment the time stop ends, the monsters often fly to Salafir before they even realize what has happened.

Clark, too, moved at high speed outside the barrier, leaving behind trails of afterimages.

Instead of killing them, he used just the right amount of force—a punch or a kick—to knock the frenzied animals unconscious, or used super speed to pick them up one by one and throw them precisely into the barrier, into the safe zone where Salafir was located.

As the end of all this, Salafil stood with a tense little face in an open space in front of the main house.

His hands continuously shimmered with a soft, pure white light, causing the crimson in the eyes of every animal thrown in, covered in bone armor, to quickly fade under his light.

The twisted body slowly returns to its original state, eventually collapsing to the ground and falling into a deep sleep.

He was like a small purification center, working hard to eliminate the pollution brought by Doomsday.

As for the main house entrance
Bruce and Jonathan each held a shotgun, standing guard with tense expressions.

Although most of the direct pressure was borne by the three inhuman beings outside, the constant roars of impact and the flickering ripples in the space kept them from relaxing in the slightest.

Bruce's palms were slightly sweaty.

Frankly, reason told him that the wisest choice in the face of such a supernatural crisis was to evacuate immediately.

嗏

Whenever this thought arose, he couldn't help but look at the woman inside the house who would occasionally peer anxiously out the window.
玛莎
These two words were like an invisible shackle, pinning him firmly to this place.

Although he seemed to have no real use for the hunting rifle he was holding.

"Bruce, are you scared?"

Jonathan nudged the young man next to him lightly with his shoulder, forcing a relaxed smile that seemed somewhat forced.

"Ha ha."

Bruce chuckled dryly, almost instinctively asking, "Uncle Jonathan, are you scared?"

The two looked at each other, puzzled, then simultaneously relieved yet still filled with apprehension.
until
"Shh!"

A golden light flashed, and Shen Du's figure appeared silently beside Jonathan.

"uncle."

He raised his expressionless face, his golden eyes calmly looking at Jonathan, and asked directly in a flat tone, "Do you want to go into battle in Gundam form?"

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"?!"

Jonathan was suddenly stunned.

"Gundam form? Shen Du, what are you talking about?"

As if in response to his question, the heavy wooden door of the barn slid open silently amidst a faint fluctuation of magical energy.

Then, Jonathan's eyes widened instantly!
Inside the barn, in the shadows, a humanoid robot with sleek lines and painted in blue and white, standing about four or five meters tall, slowly stepped out!
That familiar V-shaped antenna, that iconic chest exhaust vent, those long limbs...

"This...this is not..."

Jonathan's lips trembled, and he was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently, "I...I secretly spent two or three months trying to DIY...a ZGMF-X10A Freedom Gundam?! How...how can it...move?!"

He knew better than anyone that this was originally just a model he had painstakingly carved, welded, and polished from wood in the warehouse, all with his passion and a magazine.

At most, I put some effort into the later painting to make it look decent.

He hid in the barn, a trivial romantic fantasy of a middle-aged man.

But this one in front of me...

How can it move?

Its joints move smoothly, its steps are steady, and its whole body exudes a cold, mechanical beauty, with absolutely no trace of wood!

Shen Du nodded, his little face expressionless, and then snapped his fingers crisply.

"Om-"

A slight mechanical hum sounded, and the 'Freedom Gundam's' eyes lit up with a ghostly blue light. It slowly bent down, and its huge mechanical hand steadily extended in front of Jonathan, palm open.

"."

After a brief silence, Jonathan suddenly sighed out of the blue, "I regret it."

"? Uncle, why do you say that?" Bruce, who had been standing there in a daze, snapped out of it and asked, puzzled, "Isn't this a good thing?"

Being able to pilot such a mechanical giant is practically every boy's dream.
"Sigh," Jonathan said with a pained expression, "I should have assembled the Strike Freedom. Those wings are so cool."

What are you saying in your gibberish?

God waved his hand impatiently, instructing Gundam to grab Jonathan and drag him directly into the cockpit.

Before the hatch closed, you could almost hear Jonathan's tears streaming down his face.

"Go ahead, Uncle."

"Buzz—Clang!"

A louder sound of energy filling came, and the five pairs of magnificent wings on the back of the Freedom Gundam slowly unfolded, emitting a faint glow.

The next moment, to Bruce's astonishment, the massive robot's back thrusters emitted a dazzling blue light, accompanied by Jonathan's indistinct, excited roar from inside the cockpit.

Suddenly, it rose from the ground and burst out of the magic barrier!
They charged towards the dense horde of monsters outside.

The mechanical giant fist swung, and occasionally a weakened version of the plasma beam swept across the battlefield. Although its power was far less than the original version in the animation, it was more than enough to deal with these infected animals!
Seeing Jonathan stabilize the battle line in his Gundam, Shen Du seemed to relax only slightly.

In this way, even if I need to leave temporarily, the defense gap on the farm will be filled.

"that."

Just as Shen Du was about to leave, he heard an embarrassed voice from the side:

"That...little guy?"

"How much?" Bruce rubbed his hands together, forcing a friendly smile, his eyes involuntarily glancing towards the barn, as if hoping another mech might emerge from there. "Look..."

"..."

He glanced at him, but Shen Du's golden eyes remained completely unmoved, and he didn't even bother to reply.

The figure vanished from the spot.

Bruce was left standing alone, watching the Freedom Gundam darting around and displaying its might outside the barrier, then looking down at the hunting rifle in his hand, which was practically useless in the current situation, and sighed helplessly.

still…

Protect Mrs. Martha.

(End of this chapter)