Naruto: I'm really not an evil scientist!

However, beneath this sea of ​​joy, a dangerous undercurrent is quietly surging, like a giant beast lurking in the abyss, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

"Master, Vajra's advance force has reached the outer perimeter of the fleet and is expected to arrive in ten minutes." Aragaki's mechanical and calm voice rang in Hiruko's mind.

Hiruko calmly surveyed his surroundings, his eyes sharp and collected, like a hawk searching for a suitable escape route among the crowd.

The dense crowd surged like a tide, each face beaming with excitement. They were completely absorbed in Sheryl's singing, oblivious to the impending danger.

Hiruko noticed that there was a relatively secluded passage on the left side of the stage leading to the backstage area.

The area has low foot traffic and is dimly lit, making it the best choice for evacuation.

He moved silently to the left side of the stage, his agile figure weaving through the crowd like a ghost, each step precise and light, attracting no one's attention.

The people around him were so engrossed in Sheryl's singing that they were completely unaware of his presence, as if he were just a drop of water in this ocean of joy, silent and unnoticed.

"I've listened to enough songs, it's time to get down to business," Hiruko thought to himself. He quickly formed hand seals and opened a portal.

The portal emitted a mysterious light, like an entrance to another world.

On the other side of the portal, the 00Q Gundam Fusion and Doom Type 4 were ready. They stood there silently, exuding a powerful aura, ready to enter the battle at any moment.

A fierce aerial battle is currently unfolding in the outer space surrounding the Frontier fleet.

The New Unified Army's VF-171 variable-speed fighter squadrons, like valiant warriors, engaged in a fierce battle with the suddenly appearing Vajura advance force.

The VF-171 fighter formations, like flocks of blue birds, traced paths through the dark universe. They flexibly changed their combat formations, sometimes flying at high speeds, like lightning slicing through the night sky; sometimes hovering and firing, like precise hunters, trying to intercept the Vajura.

However, the Vajura's flight speed and attack methods far exceed human imagination. Like demons from hell, they can fly at supersonic speeds in space and fire powerful energy beams.

Vajura swept through the New United Army's VF-171 fighter formation like a storm.

Their sheer numbers, unpredictable attack methods, and interconnected FOLD network for sharing battlefield information made them utterly unmanageable for the New Unified Forces' pilots.

A VF-171 fighter jet was hit by Vajra's biological weapon, and its fuselage instantly caught fire and exploded, with flames blooming like flowers in space.

The pilot's screams echoed throughout the formation via the communication system; the sound was filled with fear and despair.

Another VF-171 fighter jet attempted to evade Vajura's attack but was unfortunately struck on the tail by Vajura's energy beam. The aircraft lost control and spun wildly in space like a kite with a broken string.

Ultimately, it collided with a meteorite, turning into a dazzling burst of fire that illuminated the dark universe.

The New Unified Forces' VF-171 fighter squadron was routed and forced to retreat in disarray.

Vajura's advance force swept through the enemy lines and headed straight for the Frontier fleet.

Faced with the large and powerful vanguard of the Vajura, the New United Army's resistance appeared extremely weak.

The VF-171 fighter formation suffered heavy losses and was on the verge of being completely defeated by Vajura.

A VF-171 pilot, flying a severely damaged fighter jet, desperately attacks Vajura's biological weapons.

His eyes were filled with determination and courage, as if he were willing to dedicate his life to this battle.

He pressed the missile launch button, launching all the missiles, then pulled the control stick, piloting the fighter jet toward Vajura, attempting to take the enemy down with him.

With a deafening roar, the VF-171 fighter jet collided with the small green Vajura, transforming into a massive fireball that illuminated the dark universe—a light that resembled a final, glorious moment.

The atmosphere inside the Frontier convoy's command center was heavy and oppressive.

On the huge holographic screen, the battle scene outside the fleet was displayed in real time.

The New United Army's VF-171 fighter squadrons are being mercilessly slaughtered by Vajura's advance force; the battle is extremely fierce.

On the screen in the command center, the VF-171 fighter jets, like panicked birds, scattered and fled in all directions under the intense attack of Vajura.

The Vajura, like a ghost, traversed the universe, each attack capable of taking down a VF-171 fighter.

The explosion, the flying debris, the pilot's screams, and the Vajura's roars intertwined to create a scene of hell on earth.

"Report! VF-171 3rd Squadron wiped out!" an operator shouted in terror, his voice trembling with fear.

"Report! The vanguard of the Vajura has broken through the second line of defense and is approaching the convoy!" Another operator's voice trembled as well, as if he would collapse at any moment.

The commander's face was ashen, his hands gripping the armrests of the command platform tightly, his knuckles turning white.

His eyes were filled with anger and helplessness. "Damn it! Where did these alien creatures come from?"

"Report! Radar has detected unidentified flying objects approaching the battlefield at high speed!" a radar operator suddenly shouted, his voice filled with tension. "Number...number...15!"

"What?!" The commander jumped to his feet, walked to the radar screen, his eyes filled with doubt and vigilance. "Is it an SMS?!"

On the radar screen, 15 unknown dots of light are moving toward the center of the battlefield at an alarming speed.

These lights were completely different from the signals of the Vf-171 fighter jet, and were not friendly SMS signals.

The commander frowned, his heart filled with doubt and unease.

"Unable to confirm! The signal characteristics of these aircraft do not match any of the models in our database!" The radar operator's voice was filled with tension, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

"Could it be... a new enemy?" A sense of foreboding flashed through the commander's mind, and his gaze grew increasingly solemn.

"No... it's not the enemy, it's a space experiment project applied for by a private scientist. The project is to 'verify a new type of humanoid mobile suit,' and the experimental site is not far from the battlefield!" The intelligence control officer looked incredulous. Why not run far away at this time and rush into the battlefield? He was filled with doubt and confusion.

At the edge of the battlefield surrounding the Frontier fleet, fifteen Doom Type 4s suddenly appeared, emerging like ghosts from the dark space of space.

Their gray paint looked particularly cold under the starlight, and the X-shaped eye monitors on their heads flashed a chilling purple light.

The gray coating on the surface of the machine reflected a metallic luster under the starlight, exuding a chilling murderous aura.

Fifteen Doom Type 4s, like steel nightmares from hell, ravaged the battlefield outside the Frontier fleet.

They formed five combat squads of three units each, cooperating seamlessly like a well-trained hunting team, dividing and encircling Vajura's advance force, and annihilating them one by one.

A Doomsday Type 4 squad, like three ferocious hounds, surrounded a lone Vajura.

Their beam rifles spewed deadly GN particle beams, like lightning tearing through the night, ripping apart the armor of the Vajura bio-weapons, splattering blood and broken limbs, staining the surrounding space green.

Like prey trapped in a spider web, they could only watch helplessly as the Doom Type 4 approached step by step, ultimately being mercilessly hunted down.

A Doom Type 4 drone sped around to the rear of a Vajura bio-weapon, its beam saber piercing the Vajura's back like a viper's fangs.

With a painful roar, Vajura convulsed violently before losing all power and drifting slowly through space like a long-dead corpse.

Two Doom Type 4s attacked a Vajura bio-weapon from the left and right sides respectively. Their beam rifles fired simultaneously, and the GN particle beams, like intersecting lightning bolts, pierced through the Vajura.

Vajura let out a desperate cry as its body was torn to pieces by the GN particle beam, scattering into space.

The coordinated operations between the Doom Type 4 squads demonstrated an extremely high level of tactical skill.

They would use each other's firepower and mobility to cover each other and attack in shifts, dividing and surrounding the Vajura and preventing it from taking advantage of its numbers.

Faced with a barrage of Vajura missiles, fifteen Doom Type 4 Strike Gundams demonstrated an astonishing ability to coordinate defense.

They quickly adjusted their formation, and the GN shields deployed a full-range GN field, forming an impenetrable field that firmly protected the entire squad.

Vajura's missiles bombarded the GN Field like a storm, creating deafening roars, sparks, and debris, but they could not shake the GN Field. As long as the new pseudo-solar reactor was still operating, these attacks could not cause effective damage.

Vajura's missile barrage relentlessly bombarded the Doom Type 4's GN Field, and energy shockwaves spread out like a tsunami, impacting the surrounding space.

However, the Doom 4's GN field was like an impregnable fortress, blocking all attacks and preventing any missiles from breaching the defenses.

A small vajura silently circled around to the rear, attempting to bypass the defenses and attack a weak point.

A Vajura bio-weapon equipped with a GN Greatsword Doom 4 blocked its way, its GN Greatsword flashing like lightning, slicing the Vajura bio-weapon in two.

Inside the Frontier fleet's command center, everyone's eyes were focused on the enormous holographic screen.

Chapter 463

The screen is showing live footage of the battle between the Doom Type 4 and the Vajra advance force.

The GN particle beam and beam saber, like the scythe of death, reaped the lives of the Vajura. The Vajura's bio-weapons exploded and disintegrated under the attack of the Doom Type 4, turning into dust in space.

"Incredible! The precision and reaction speed of these Doom Type 4s have surpassed the limits of human capability!" an officer exclaimed, his eyes filled with amazement and admiration. "Their coordination is simply seamless, as if a single consciousness is controlling them!"

"Yes, are these machines really piloted by humans?" another officer chimed in, his mind filled with doubt and curiosity.

“They are practically a single, flawless unit.” The commander frowned, his mind filled with doubt.

He had seen many excellent ace pilots, but he had never seen a pilot like the Doom 4 who could bring the aircraft's performance to its limit.

In fact, it is not humans piloting the Doom 4. If you open the Doom's cockpit, you will find that it is empty. The entire battle is fought by the intelligent AI on board the Doom. Fighting against one Doom 4 is like fighting against the entire squad.

With the help of the Doom Type 4, the New United Army quickly stabilized most of the defenses, and it was only a matter of time before they repelled Vajura.

The outer reaches of the Macross Frontier fleet were shrouded in smoke and the flames of war.

With the strong intervention of the Doom Type 4, the previously precarious New United Army defense line was stabilized, and the offensive of the Vajura vanguard was gradually contained.

However, Hiruko, who was in the rear, frowned deeply.

He was closely monitoring the battle through the perspective of the Doom Type 4 and real-time battle information obtained from the infiltrated fleet network.

Hiruko's gaze was fixed on the holographic screen, and the dense array of light dots on Vajura filled him with a sense of unease.

[Master, according to my calculations, the vanguard of Vajura far exceeds our estimates, at least ten times larger than in the original story.]

Ara's voice echoed in Hiruko's mind: "This number far exceeds the size of the Vajra vanguard in the original story."

“There is indeed something unusual.” Hiruko pondered, his eyes filled with thought. “According to the original story, the number of Vajura that first appeared was not this many.”

Hiruko's mind raced as he analyzed various possibilities. As a research ninja, he possessed a keen insight into all sorts of anomalies.

Could it be that his arrival altered the timeline of this world, causing the Vajura invasion to occur earlier? Or was it for some unknown reason that the Vajura changed their original battle plan? Faced with this unknown situation, Hiruko immediately asked Araban to analyze the situation.

Ara's voice echoed in Hiruko's mind, calm and collected: "[After comparing and simulating various data, I have ruled out all conventional possibilities and finally concluded that the surge in Vajura numbers is related to GN particles remaining on the battlefield.]"

“Gn particles? As expected…” Hiruko murmured, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

Yes, Master, your previous conjecture has been confirmed; there is indeed some kind of resonance effect between GN particles and FOLD crystals.

The explanation given by the author is as follows: "The large number of GN particles released by the Doom Type 4 during battle inadvertently enhanced Vajra's FOLD network, enabling it to summon more allies to join the battle across greater distances."

A holographic projection appeared before Hiruko's eyes; it was a GN particle diffusion model simulated by Ara based on battlefield data.

Numerous orange dots of light, like fireflies, danced in space, connecting with each other to form a vast network that covered the entire battlefield.

While Hiruko and Ara were analyzing the reasons for the surge in the number of Vajura, the battle continued, and the situation on the periphery of the Frontier fleet underwent a dramatic change.

Despite the remarkable performance of the Doom 4, which successfully solidified the defenses, their limited numbers of only fifteen were insufficient to cover the entire situation.

Vajura seized the opportunity, concentrated his firepower on one point, and finally tore open a gap in the defense.

The outer armor of the Frontier was breached, creating a large hole, and a far greater number of Vajura than in the original story rushed into the fleet.

Watching Vajra storm the fleet just as in the original story, Hiruko shook his head helplessly, marveling at the power of fate.