Gundam 00: Rise of China

"Damn it!" Tieria gritted her teeth.

The enemy's tactical intentions were now clear—the commander of the People's Revolutionary Alliance was using a torrent of pure kinetic energy.

Like water dripping on a stone, it gradually wears down the upper limit of the GN field's defense!

Each hit is frantically consuming the Angel's precious GN particle reserves.

What suffocated him even more was that this barbaric tactic of landing naval guns on land left him momentarily at a loss.

A firing rate of 12,000 rounds per minute means that 200 energy-piercing rounds per second instantly form a steel barrage covering half a football field, right up to the face of the Archer Queen!

He wanted to retaliate.

The GN cannon of the Archangel is enough to blast those ant-like Iron Men into dust.

In theory, the body's energy distribution is sufficient to sustain both offense and defense.

only……

Tieria glanced at the monitor screen, quickly weighing her options.

If GN field defense and GN cannons are used simultaneously, the particle consumption rate will increase by three to five times, and the duration of continuous combat will be greatly reduced.

Moreover, the GN field has now shown signs of weakness under the impact of those massive kinetic energy projectiles.

If the force field power is reduced in exchange for attack energy, wouldn't that allow more armor-piercing projectiles to directly impact the main body armor?

Damn it!

Why did the enemy choose this purely violent kinetic energy bullet instead of a high-explosive bullet?

High-explosive shells are completely meaningless against the GN field!

Furthermore, the positions of those Iron Men were extremely tricky, making it impossible for him to wipe them all out in one strike.

This means the window of opportunity for a counterattack will be extended, giving the enemy more chances to exploit.

"Tieria! Don't hesitate!"

Alleluia was a cry of despair as he watched helplessly as the Iron Man, wielding the restraints, closed in on him once more.

Rebuilding the Archangel Gundam's combat power will take time, but the Human Reformation has no intention of giving him a chance to breathe.

At this moment, he could only place his hopes on Tieria being able to create a miracle.

Upon hearing that roar, Tieria's fingers trembled violently on the fire button.

Reason told him he had to take the risk, but his pride as a representative of the "gods" made him unable to accept being forced into such a wretched situation by these "insects".

They might even have to retaliate at the cost of suffering damage.

Just as his mind was in turmoil, Wang Ye's eyes sharpened in the cockpit of the special-equipped Iron Man.

"Hesitating? Then let's end it here."

He didn't charge; he just looked up at the sky.

There, forty longswords fell like meteors.

"Let me show you," Wang Ye said, a cold glint in his eyes, "the gift the Human Revolutionary Alliance presents to 'God'."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Iron Man who had been attacking the Archangel stopped firing instantly and retreated frantically.

This unusual action startled Tieria for a moment.

"Warning! Multiple high-speed thermal signals detected approaching!"

"Quantity confirmed... forty!"

"Trajectory calculation complete, target locked on Gundam Virtue!"

Fortunately, he wasn't stunned for too long.

Or rather, he would rather those Iron Men continued to bombard him with armor-piercing shells than face unknown threats.

Because the synthesized voice of the AI ​​assistant is no longer a cold broadcast, but has a certain jarring urgency.

On the main screen of the Gundam Virtue, forty scarlet trajectory lines, like the forked tongues of venomous snakes, were projected from the distant horizon, their endpoints precisely converging on the Gundam Virtue!

"What is that...?"

Tieria's pupils suddenly contracted.

That wasn't a MS heat source, nor was it the trajectory of any known tactical weapon.

That was an older, more brutal, and more unreasonable way of killing—ballistic missiles!

"Fire Dragon 480, tactical ballistic missile."

On the international rescue channel, Wang Ye's voice rang out again, this time without any mockery, only a metallic coldness.

"750 mm caliber, 480 kg warhead, terminal velocity Mach 5."

"impossible!"

Tieria instinctively retorted, but the data stream in the cockpit relentlessly confirmed Wang Ye's words.

In the GN field simulation impact calculations of the Gundam computer, the particle concentration required to resist those forty Fire Dragon 480s is frantically consuming the output limit of the GN Drive per unit time.

"You self-righteous celestial being, enjoy this moment," Wang Ye chuckled. "This is the most sincere greeting from the Earthly People's Revolutionary Alliance. Rejoice, you 'deity' from heaven!"

The next second, the entire area where the Virtue Gundam was located was completely engulfed by forty consecutive giant fireballs.

At that moment, the GN field let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

That wasn't the thermal ablation of a beam weapon, but rather a frenzied compression of terrifying kinetic energy at a purely physical level.

The 480-kilogram warhead impacted the force field, but instead of penetrating it directly, it slammed into the seemingly indestructible GN field barrier like a series of high-speed spinning meteorites!

"BOOM—!!!"

Even through the GN field, Tieria felt the terrifying shock that almost shattered her internal organs.

The warning lights in the cockpit were flashing wildly, and the particle concentration in the GN field plummeted like an avalanche.

The first, the second, the third... the missiles did not hit simultaneously, but rather bombarded the nearby area continuously in a rhythm that covered time and space!

"Click..."

Tieria was horrified to see that the GN Field Generator on the Gundam Virtue's thick composite armor had cracked.

This is the worst sign that an overload is about to cause a breakdown.

As the generator became overloaded, the light curtain of the GN force field flickered violently and began to thin and become transparent, like a candle flickering in the wind.

The battle now is no longer a contest between Gundam and MS, but a war called Celestial Being vs. Human Revolutionary Alliance!

It was a one-sided, saturation bombardment of the self-righteous judges, using the steel and gunpowder of the industrial age.

"Bastard...bastard!"

Tieria gritted his teeth, trying to send more GN particles into the force field, but the rate at which the particles were consumed far exceeded the replenishment limit of the solar furnace per unit time.

The GN field barrier protecting the Archangel is dimming at a visible rate.

Just then, Wang Ye's voice pierced through the aftershocks of the explosion, like a leech clinging to a bone.

"How does it feel? Your force field barrier can indeed block many conventional attacks, but it's not limitless."

"As long as I launch enough missiles, there will eventually be one, or rather, there will eventually be a moment when I completely exhaust your 'divine bulwark,' right?"

"A 480-kilogram warhead, a terminal impact speed of Mach 5, and a single kinetic energy yield of approximately 700 megajoules—can you withstand this kind of tactical-level heavy kinetic energy strike?"

In the distance, Wang Ye's specially equipped Iron Man stood quietly behind a giant rock beside the forest.

He had already put down the heat axe in his hand, and instead, he gently waved his palm towards the direction of the Virtua Gundam.

"Now, let's see..." Wang Ye continued, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"When 'gods' lose their shield, how can they face the blades of mortals?"