Great, we're doomed now!

The electromagnetic cannon fired continuously, both from a high vantage point and at such a distance that even real lightning could not dodge it within the atmosphere. If Ye Shou's movements were hindered even for a moment, everything would be irreversible.

However, the actions of [Bayeli] were incomprehensible to M·A. It left the base surface with the help of the thruster and continued to rise in mid-air by propulsion alone, and nimbly dodged two bullets with a sideways movement.

As he turned, his two swords missed each other, and two more bullets were sliced ​​in two!

With his heavy body unable to lock onto such an agile target, Ye Shou controlled Bayeli straight up, and once again his longsword pierced the head and body with unparalleled precision—his movements were becoming more and more skillful and agile, as if he were born to do so.

But as he passed this machine, the top one had already entered the projection port!

Bang! ! !

This time it was Ye Shou's turn:

The Gundam's electromagnetic cannon pierced through a layer of armor, the longsword, enveloped in golden particles, slashed rapidly, and the thrusters suddenly surged forward—

[Bayeli] crashed straight in!

Then came a deafening clang of metal clashing, barely audible in the darkness, like a relentless, vengeful demon—

boom!

The powerful electromagnetic railgun caused such a tremor in the confined space that it shattered everything, and the air dissipated like snowflakes.

The breach was torn open from the inside, exposing countless exposed metal structures in a molten state!

"..."

The long silence gripped everyone's hearts as they stared intently at the billowing smoke from the gap... Finally, the outline of a shadow emerged within it.

Then, amidst the anticipation of everyone, the head of M·A, with red eyes flashing, emerged from the smoke.

"!" Countless people held their breath.

—Then, a golden longsword was used to lift the head high.

call!

The smoke was dispersed by the heat flow, and the overloaded thrusters caused the ion reactions to merge into one, swaying like wings or a cloak outlined by flames.

The silver-white demon god held aloft the head of the evil dragon!

"Bayel!"

"Long live!"

"Bayeli—"

"Long live!!!"

Chapter 175 He Became a Pervert in Silence

[Long live! Long live!]

……

The scene was fixed, and the dimly lit conference room gradually brightened, clearly illuminating the figures on both sides of the long table.

A small portion of them wore Allied uniforms, predominantly dark red with purplish hues, their gold sashes on the shoulders and medals on their chests highlighting their status. The rest were generally dressed in dark suits and were at least forty years old.

The video ended, but the conference room remained silent for a long time. Everyone's eyes were focused on the last scene, the shocking scene of [Bayeri] standing on the mass accelerator and raising the head of M·A.

If you zoom out, you can see hundreds of mobile suits scattered around the base on the ground, raising their weapons in a frenzy, and many of them even kneeling on one knee, just like the etiquette of ancient knights when they meet their monarch.

The human hero who ascended the Tower of Babel slew the angel of death sent down by the gods—this mythical tale happened just yesterday.

Difficult to understand...

Humans have won some wars against M·A, but never have the soldiers had such high morale.

A person so beloved by soldiers would naturally arouse the vigilance of politicians, but humans are always more cautious when facing the unknown, so no one spoke first.

"Isn't it fine?"

Finally, someone spoke up: "Although Sydney suffered a heavy blow, its industrial base is still intact, and the Mass Accelerator has been preserved. Moreover, in any case, the number of M·A destroyed this time is more than thirty, while we only lost less than two hundred MS, which can definitely be considered a great victory."

"A resounding victory...is that how you intend to explain it to the public?"

"Why not? No one could have predicted the sudden attack by M·A, but we maintain a well-trained force on a daily combat readiness basis, which is why we were able to turn the tide and repel the invading enemy at this time."

Touching his stubble, which he hadn't plucked since yesterday, the man paused and said slowly, "Moreover, after this great battle, almost all the surviving soldiers have experience facing the M·A head-on, making them more elite and skilled in combat. The overall strength of the army may even be stronger."

This statement was widely accepted, and everyone nodded in agreement. A few people in military uniforms frowned, but had nothing to say.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, everyone present knew that this pyrrhic victory in the defensive battle had to be defined as a "last-ditch counterattack" or a "powerful turn of events," otherwise many problems would arise.

"I didn't expect Sydney to be targeted so quickly... This is different from the order in the [Moab ​​List]. What are the intelligence agencies doing? Do they spend so much money every year to support a bunch of useless people?"

"Correct!"

"Someone should be held accountable for this!"

"That's enough. There's no point in delving into this now."

The bald old man at the head of the table picked up his gavel and struck it heavily like a judge, immediately silencing everyone.

“But from now on we can no longer rely on the Moabite Register. The situation will become even more difficult, so please be prepared.”

These words immediately created a tense atmosphere in the conference room. Some people shook their heads and sighed, while others sneered.

"In the end, the Moab Register is just wishful thinking... not everyone will obediently abide by it."

"Ah~"

The Moab Register, also known as the Human Continuation Plan, was established at the Third Summit of the Human Alliance after the initial three hellish months.

The term "Moab" refers to the plain of Moab (southeast of the Dead Sea) in the Bible.

Legend has it that humans built five cities on the plains of Moab: Sodom, Gomorrah, Abmar, Zebien, and Zoar. God was angered by the first two cities and destroyed them with fire from heaven, turning all evil to ashes in the flames.

But the righteous Loth and his family of Sodom escaped beforehand, and their bloodline continued.

The Moab Catalogue ranks existing major human cities by importance, using strategic deception to guide M·A's offensive direction (as Agunica stated).

In this way, when M·A begins to act, it will prioritize cities that appear to have larger targets but have lower actual value.

This would deplete M·A's combat power, preserve the strength of other metropolitan areas, and buy more time for human civilization.

Sydney, as a city with a mass accelerator, has a high priority on the list and is very well disguised. If things proceeded normally, M·A would have to destroy three or four more major cities before it was its turn.

But clearly, not everyone is willing to abide by this list... and it is indeed unfair.

“Rio, Paris, Berlin… someone, or even all of them, must have secretly strengthened their disguises, causing M·A’s main target to bypass them and choose Sydney!”

"Even if you hold someone accountable, no one will admit it."

The chief shook his head: "Sydney has shown great strength, and M·A will not let this place go. We must focus our efforts on how to deal with the enemy."

How does the military view this?

"...It's very troublesome."

One of the men in military uniform shook his head: "The losses to MS are manageable, but several factories that produce important parts have been destroyed and will be difficult to rebuild in a short time. Production efficiency will be greatly limited... It will take at least six months to replenish the ranks."

"Six months? We don't have that much time!"

The chief frowned: "Then send out distress signals to other cities. We must produce three hundred mobile suits to make up for the losses before the next wave of attacks arrives. If they are unwilling to provide resources, then let them send troops to assist in the defense!"

“This is difficult.” The other party shook his head. “Three hundred MS or equivalent combat power is not a small number for any city. Perhaps we can let them share the burden, with each city contributing twenty or thirty MS… but they will definitely deliberately delay.”

"..."

The Moabite Register initially aimed to perpetuate human civilization, and for this purpose, they represented the value of life in numerical form, placing it nakedly on both sides of a scale for measurement.

Like Lot's daughter in the Bible who slept with her father for the sake of bloodline and successfully gave birth to a son—they abandoned ethics and morality, just to see more tomorrows.

However, this plan has long since deteriorated by now.

In the face of disaster, initial sacrifices can be considered unavoidable, but as people adapt to this way of life, a subconscious desire to avoid harm and seek benefit arises. Like a hunter encountering a bear, all they need to do is run faster than their companions.

Therefore, M·A's focus on Sydney is a good thing for cities that are less important than Sydney, because it means they will have extra preparation time.

Those powerful megacities would love for someone to draw M·A's firepower and keep the war thousands of miles away.

To Sydney Resources and Mobile Forces?

Isn't this situation like throwing good money after bad?

The only things that can persuade others to part with their benefits are tangible advantages—or threats!

“If they are unwilling, tell them that once Sydney falls, all the information about G-Frame (Gundam) will be leaked to M·A.”

"Well!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at the chief, while the bald old man had a cold expression.

"With this victory, I'm sure everyone in the world will be eager to obtain the power of [G], right? After all, it's an excellent machine capable of single-handedly defeating M·A, and it's no exaggeration to say that it can turn the tide of battle."

However, M·A is also capable of autonomous evolution. What would happen if it obtained the experimental machine and the original data?

That, of course, also shattered the last hope—many held their breath, feeling that doing so was too risky.

“The Solomon Project was not solely contributed to by Sydney. In theory, the entire Allied forces should share the benefits. We have no right to make decisions unilaterally.”

Some objected, "What if other cities ask us for the raw data?"

"What meaning do these questions have for us if Sydney is destroyed?"

The chief's calm gaze swept over everyone: "I know that with your wealth and connections, you can live well even in other cities, but I believe that none of you sitting at this table are short-sighted."

The world situation is completely different from that before the war. Political status and international prestige are all nonsense. Strength is the most important thing!

If we lose Sydney and Australia, how will we maintain our army? Without the power to protect us, we are like trees without roots. Even if we manage to escape, can we regain our current status?

"..."

Everyone remained silent, and no one could offer a dissenting opinion, even though doing so would place Sydney's interests above "all of humanity" and would violate the original intention of the Moab Directory.

Ultimately, they're no different from the high-ranking officials in other cities.

"That's the decision. We must force them to allocate enough resources to restart the production line so that we can restore our military capabilities as soon as possible... and [G]."

The chief tapped the table lightly with his fingers, pondered for a moment, and then said, "It is indeed an excellent mobile suit. As for the debate over the routes of M·A and Gundam, let's not bring it up again. We will fully support the development and manufacturing of subsequent mobile suits in the [G] series."

The military needs to reassure Agunica; he may have some prejudice against us... but he needs to understand that only by uniting can we save Sydney and humanity!

Only by cooperating with us can [G] be mass-produced.

“I know Agnica quite well. He’s a stubborn person but not extreme. He has a moral high ground to uphold, so I can usually get him to cooperate.”