Great, we're doomed now!

A soldier hesitated for a moment, glanced quickly at the large screen, and asked worriedly, "But what about [Bayeri] and the pilot?"

"Of course, we should award him the Seven Star Medal and celebrate him as a hero," the chief said dismissively.

War heroes have a high status and prestige, but such people are surprisingly easy to deal with, so he is not worried about any problems.

“What I mean is, he should be a supporter of Agunika… what if Agunika uses this power to fight against us?”

"In the end, he's just one person!"

[G] Perhaps they're invulnerable to bullets and blades, but are the pilots also invulnerable?!

The chief was extremely impatient, and could even be described as losing his composure.

"We can try to win them over first, at all costs... If that doesn't work, we can send people to monitor them, and if necessary... Ultimately, [G] should be in our hands."

Such a powerful machine... it would be a waste not to protect me and safeguard the future of humanity!

-

"We must keep [G] in our hands—I suppose that's what the higher-ups will say."

Inside the Gundam's dedicated hangar, the workers had already gone home, leaving only Ye Shou to inspect the [Bayeri] and make some minor adjustments. Meanwhile, Agunica was controlling the mechanical engineers to move supplies while predicting the next move by the higher-ups for Ye Shou.

"Now, the soldiers have great respect and even admiration for you, who can lead them to victory. What politicians fear most is someone who combines military strength and personal charisma... They will definitely try to 'de-harm' you."

"Hmm~" Ye Shou carefully wiped away the lubricant that had seeped out of his joints, seemingly oblivious to whether he was listening or not.

Agnica didn't take it seriously and continued to explain: "There are generally only two ways to render something harmless."

First, they will absorb you into the system, granting you a certain status but also subjecting you to constraints. They are masters of manipulating the rules, making you act according to their ideas without your knowledge.

Secondly, it elevates you to the position of a hero or even a saint, granting you lofty prestige, but in reality, it can't change anything... turning your name into something like a signboard.

"It's so tight here..." Ye Shou loosened a screw with a wrench and casually asked, "These are all minor matters, just a bunch of skeletons in a tomb... Compared to that, they are far less important than your current work. How's it going?"

"It went very smoothly. Most of the 'squadron leaders' agreed, and they also felt that humanity had reached a point where it had to fight back from the brink of defeat, and that a completely independent combat force was necessary!"

Agunica couldn't hide his excitement when this was mentioned.

According to his plan, establishing a "military organization that transcends national borders" would require several years just to recruit talent, not to mention preparing sufficient funds and materials; otherwise, it would be ridiculous if they couldn't even build a Gundam.

But in yesterday's battle, Ye Shou's godlike performance impressed all the soldiers present. He instantly gained the prestige and connections that politicians struggle to accumulate in their entire lives!

These fighters came from different factions, including the military, corporations, and private security companies, and would normally have had no chance of uniting together.

Almost everyone felt despair under M·A's powerful attack, until Ye Shou appeared and everything was reversed—this huge change was enough to change many people's stance.

At least, these hundreds of pilots understood one truth:

Humans are truly powerless against M·A, but following Ye Shou can turn them from prey into hunters!

Putting aside honors, from a purely personal perspective, if Ye Shou hadn't emerged out of nowhere, Sydney would most likely have been destroyed by the war, and their parents, wives, and children would all have perished... Who was it that allowed them to reunite with their loved ones after the war?

If no changes are made, what will happen if we survive the first M·A attack?

In the past, people had no choice but to align themselves with the most reliable factions among many, but as it turns out, no one could save humanity.

Now, the pilots have a new candidate and have witnessed his power firsthand.

Of course, Agunica only received a verbal promise. To actually establish "Gargallhorn," a lot of hardware facilities would be needed... at the very least, the ability to manufacture mobile suits independently would be required.

Therefore, he is also in contact with several financial groups.

"If higher-ups invite you... of course, that's just me worrying unnecessarily."

Agunica had intended to offer a few more words of advice, but before she could even open her mouth, she laughed self-deprecatingly:

Ye Shou showed no signs of being a cause for concern in any aspect.

After he left, only Ye Shou remained in the hangar, meticulously maintaining the outer shell of the machine with an almost tedious procedure, his expression serious yet tinged with excitement.

He was actually quite surprised by his performance yesterday, because it was his first time commanding a corps in battle. He didn't expect the combined effect of the three military strategy entries to be so obvious. In addition, with the halo of the [Demon God Chief], he was able to feel the "like an extension of his own arm" from a hastily assembled team!

If Gundam is an extension of its limbs, then these mobile suits are its sword and shield, capable of slicing enemies in two with the movement of its limbs!

In addition, he confirmed the existence of the "machine soul," otherwise the unusual numerical enhancement would not be explained.

In that case, of course he wants to get even closer to [Bayeli]~

No leader or politician combined can compare to a single cog in a Gundam!

"Okay~ Be a good girl~"

In the dark hangar, only this side was still lit, and Ye Shou was carefully cleaning the stains on the paint and then slowly repairing them.

"Although your skeleton wasn't injured, those few bumps must have hurt a lot~"

Don't worry, I'll heal you completely, and then we'll fight side by side again... Oh, Bayeri~

Ye Shou carefully stroked the hard and cold steel arc, and murmured, "Your right hand is really powerful... You are Bayeri (Mekar), so it should be called 'The Pursuer' and your left hand should be called 'The Exile'."

What? You don't understand what I mean?

Hehe, let me explain the cause and effect to you. Legend has it that the demon Baal was also Mekal, the Phoenician god-king, and he possessed two weapons he was very proud of..."

The faint, fragmented sounds echoed in the empty hangar. Ye Shou, with a gentle smile, observed the Gundam with the gaze one would give a lover—it was as if Yi Siqiajiu had some kind of delusional disorder.

"!"

The maid who brought over lunch was stunned by what she saw. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand, her eyes misting over as if she had witnessed something unbearable.

"Lord Ye Shou is speaking to the mecha... I didn't even realize... Were you under so much pressure?"

Lord Ye Shou also needs to confide in others. He must have accumulated a lot of mental stress because he doesn't have anyone to share his worries with on a regular basis.

While ordinary people can find someone to vent to, he has to maintain his image in front of others, so he keeps everything bottled up inside and can only confide in a non-verbal body.

As the saying goes, either you erupt in silence, or you remain silent...

—When Liuli thought of this, she felt extremely sad and guilty.

"Waaah, it's all my fault for not taking good care of you..."

Chapter 176 You Are My Sun

"Hold on! Reinforcements are almost here!"

In a burning forest, four mobile engineers escort a fully loaded convoy away, while several old-fashioned mobile suits remain, struggling against the killing machines.

Its armed forces are extremely weak and can hardly pose a threat to medium to large-sized M·A. At best, they can only buy time and cover the escape of residents.

Although the captain was trying to encourage everyone with the news of reinforcements, everyone knew that it was just a beautiful wishful thinking, and the probability of it actually happening was extremely low.

Because they were "guerrillas," a group of deserters who had broken away from the army, no one would lend them a helping hand.

In the later stages of the Calamity War, human nations were forced to unite under the threat of M·A, with most of their armed forces under the command of the Allied Forces. However, some individuals, for various reasons, could no longer remain and chose to leave.

This guerrilla unit was in a rather dire situation. Without the support of chambers of commerce, conglomerates, or other forces, their mechs were clearly in poor maintenance. Due to limited ammunition, they could only fire a few shots occasionally to hold off the enemy. They could barely slow down the enemy's advance only thanks to the three heavy mechs engaged in frontal combat.

It's clear that their skills are quite good.

The captain, in particular, skillfully used both shoulder shields during defense, and his lance blocked the attacks of the power claws several times. He also paid close attention to his positioning and cooperated closely with his teammates.

Even so, M·A’s tail blade destroyed three mobile suits in succession, leaving the guerrilla force with only four mobile suits... If any one of the three at the front falls, the battle will collapse at the first touch!

"Captain! It looks like this M·A isn't going to let us go. Someone has to cover our retreat."

The MS, wielding both sword and shield, deflected an enemy attack, leaving a shocking wound torn in its nanolayered armor.

"My thrusters will overload after a while, so even if I try to escape, I won't get very far!"

No, I won't abandon you!

The captain charged forward, plunging his lance into the M·A's supporting leg, causing the massive body to tilt violently, clearly affecting its balance. However, the compressed metal managed to jam the lance inside.

The captain's aircraft attempted to pull it out, but the tail blade pierced the air and severed his sword and shield, narrowly avoiding the head camera.

"As long as we hold on, reinforcements will definitely come!"

"team leader……"

No one knew whether the captain was trying to boost morale or just comfort himself.

"None of us are cowards who fear death, but if we all die here, who will collect our ashes?"

"Captain! You take them and go!"

"Stop talking!"

The captain's stubbornness made everyone sigh, but at the same time, a sense of pride welled up in their hearts.

They are not a mob, but true knights who have stood together since the day they were formed, unswayed by any interests, and act only for the justice in their hearts!

And the origin of this belief is the captain:

He was originally a high-ranking officer in the Allied Forces and one of the holders of the Seven Star Medal. At the age of thirty, he could be said to have a bright future ahead of him.

Later, someone embezzled his comrades' death benefits and extorted ordinary people for shelter places. When he found out, he killed someone in a fit of rage and was charged with murder.

The case itself is far-reaching and not an ordinary corruption case; it has a rather sordid side.

Unwilling to go to court or swallow his anger, he simply broke away from the Allied forces and led his old subordinates to fight as guerrillas.

In addition to concentrating its forces to attack large cities, M·A also sends individuals to mines for exploration and patrol, firstly to prevent human illegal mining, and secondly to collect resources and manufacture more war machines.

These are the guys the guerrillas are dealing with!

Because of different countries' different process standards, nano-armor is called "layered armor" or "compression armor". But no matter which one it is, it requires the use of some relatively rare minerals, and these minerals are a huge obstacle to find in the mining area.

Fighting M·A in places far from the city means there is no logistical support or firepower support; it's purely a matter of risking one's life. So, life was not easy for the guerrillas.

Over the years, supplies have been intermittent, and the team has relied entirely on past connections. The number of members in the team has also been decreasing. Now, it is a pipe dream to think that he can deal with M·A with this little equipment. His stubbornness and pride will come to an end today.

"hateful!"

Having lost his primary weapon, the captain picked up his teammate's greatsword from the ground and charged forward before M·A could regain his footing.

The power claw came crashing down on his head, and the poorly maintained greatsword split open in the middle after just one clash. The captain simply wedged the sword into the joint of the power claw and rushed into M·A's arms without regard for the danger!

For a regular MS with a "fragile" skeleton, this behavior was tantamount to suicide. Sure enough, his right leg was pierced and severed by the power claw on the other side!

However, he also retrieved his last weapon from the storage compartment in his elbow, using his hand for propulsion to generate momentum, and slammed it into M·A's chest armor like an armor-piercing projectile—

boom!

The high-energy explosives blew the MS away, shattering its entire frame and partially exposing the cockpit. Meanwhile, the M·A's armor was partially destroyed, one of its power claws went out of control and dangled on the ground, and the lower side of its head was affected, with obvious cracks appearing on its outer shell.

"team leader!"