Great, we're doomed now!

However, the next moment, a shocking scene appeared on the big screen:

The silver demon emerges from deep space against the backdrop of Mars, with two rows of Gundam mobile suits behind him resembling long wings spread out, as if to bring the planet under his control.

“Bayel…”

The commander-in-chief almost groaned as he uttered the name, his mind reeling and completely at a loss for how to react.

The Gundam Corps did not suffer half its losses; a full sixty Gundams are gathered here!

Not to mention the most important silver demon god... could it be piloted by...?

"Put down your swords, warriors."

Sure enough, that familiar voice echoed throughout the cosmos: "The days of humankind being hostile to one another are over. From this day forward, no one may use their personal desires to manipulate the people, or they will surely be punished by our [Demon God Legion]!"

"..."

The commander opened his eyes wide, looked at the surrounded mechs, and took a deep breath.

He didn't make a decision immediately; the shocking facts left his mind in disarray. So he turned his questioning gaze to someone on the bridge, the plenipotentiary representative of the higher-ups.

"This……"

"Gulp... Impossible, that's definitely not Kuze Yoru, it must be someone impersonating or synthesizing a voice!"

At this moment, Ye Shou's voice rang out again:

"Warriors, if you are unwilling to lay down your swords, then you must make a decision:"

"Do you want to become my 'enemy'?"

"!"

The entire fleet fell silent, everyone awaiting the commander's orders, while he looked expectantly at the government representative.

The representative's eyes flickered, and he gritted his teeth: "Our forces are not weak. Go and take out the imposter Kuze!"

"..."

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, a blood flower bloomed on his chest, and he looked back with an incredulous expression before collapsing to the ground in despair.

The commander fell silent, gave the guard a reproachful look, and then sighed softly.

"That's Bayeli..."

Moments later, the Yahab reactors of the Earth fleet were shut down, and the entire fleet was decommissioned.

Chapter 192: Death Penalty, Execute Immediately! (4K)

Earth, Allied Command Headquarters.

On the enormous hologram, the blinding dot representing that combined fleet was pressing toward the Earth-Moon Circle with unstoppable force.

The piercing alarm sounded like a death knell in the spacious yet oppressive hall, and every flashing red dot struck the hearts of all the senior military officers and government officials.

"How could they have broken through the Martian defenses so quickly? Didn't intelligence say that even if the fleet surrendered, the enemy would need at least a week to regroup?!"

An elderly man dressed in the uniform of a five-star general and wearing a peaked military cap slammed his hand on the control panel, making the water glass on it jump. His face was grim, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"It's Birdwin! And Falk! And that traitor!"

Their fleet was almost completely intact, and with... with that monster's demon army, our outer perimeter defenses were practically non-existent!

The planetary defense commander's voice trembled slightly, and sweat had soaked his collar. He had only recently taken office, and his troops were a patchwork of men, of varying quality, and did not seem like they could fight any tough battles.

Inside the command headquarters, however, some junior officers coldly observed all of this:

Some of them had fought alongside the Gundam Legion in local battles, while others admired those heroes, but most simply looked down on these officers.

There are no secrets in this world, and these guys' actions are just too stupid!

Previously, in order to discredit Falk and the Martian forces, they conducted extensive cognitive warfare on Earth:

Simply put, it's about guiding public opinion and portraying one's enemies as ambitious individuals who want to start a war.

Now, with the alliance between Falk and Baldwin, the surrender of the Earth Expeditionary Fleet, and the Joint Statement led by Ye Shou, all the previous rumors and smears have been dispelled.

Their vigorous promotion of Ye Shou after his "death" was aimed at usurping his influence, turning the achievements of this dead man into those of all humanity, and thus allowing him to be exploited by higher-ups.

But now Ye Shou, piloting the [Bayeri], stands on the opposite side—

The more successful their previous cognitive warfare was, the more ridiculous they are now!

Under these circumstances, Ye Shou's declaration could not be blocked at all, especially since there was a stronghold in Sydney, and the Demon God Legion was not without a foundation on Earth.

The whole world knows that humanity almost broke out into another civil war, and the fuse was not lit by some ambitious person, but by a group of insects who began vying for power before the war was over!

This is more disgusting than vultures pecking at carcasses!

Widespread protests have erupted on Earth, and the high command, lacking sufficient military strength, can only use the police force to restrain them. The few mobile suits available have all been incorporated into the temporary defense force, hoping to slightly hinder Ye Shou's advance.

As long as they are given time, there is still room for maneuver!

At the very least, if they could use nuclear bombs to bind a large number of people to their war machines... would the Demon God Legion dare to forcibly break through the atmosphere?

"What's the point of saying all this now!"

A senior political official in a suit interrupted sharply, his elegance and composure vanished, replaced by exasperation.

"Who was it that confidently assured Ye Shou was dead? Hmm!"

Who approved sending a deterrent fleet to Mars? Now look what's happened! He brought the entire Martian force, along with our carefully selected army. This is reaping what we sowed!

"Watch your words!" another military leader glared angrily. "Dispatching the fleet was a collective decision of the Supreme Council! As for Ye Shou... all the evidence at the time indicated that he was indeed dead! Who could have imagined..."

Who would have thought that this was a complete scam!

"Even Agnica and Ruri, his closest confidants, participated in the performance... and not a single one of them gave a clue?"

The officials still find it unbelievable, because the spies they sent out hadn't discovered anything wrong, and even Ye Shou's body had been carefully examined...

"Hmph! I think someone in your intelligence department has been secretly colluding with them all along, otherwise how could they have fooled everyone?" The political officer retorted, his face full of suspicion and fear.

"You're spouting nonsense!"

"enough!"

The newly elected Speaker of the Supreme Council, an elderly man known for his composure, could not hide his fatigue and panic.

He used his hoarse voice to stop the increasingly out-of-control argument. The command center fell silent instantly, with only the sound of alarms and heavy breathing remaining. Everyone looked at him, their eyes filled with helplessness and a longing for instructions.

“Arguing won’t solve anything.” The speaker took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"The most urgent task is to organize an effective defense. Immediately activate the global defense protocol, and assemble all mobile warships and mobile suits into synchronized orbit!"

And... activate the 'salt pillar'.

"Salt pillars!" someone exclaimed. "Your Excellency, those are the final means to counter the M·A flagship. Using them on satellite orbit could cause irreversible damage to Earth's environment—"

"We can't worry about that now!"

The speaker interrupted him: "If Ye Shou's fleet is allowed to enter the atmosphere and land on the ground, then there will be no going back! We must stop them outside and carry out the orders!"

"This……"

"It's not necessarily required to use it."

The speaker's tone softened: "But we must make them believe that we dare to use it, understand?"

"Yes!"

The order was swiftly issued, and the remaining Allied forces on Earth were hastily assembled. A "temporary defense force" composed of old warships and battered mobile suits took off with a sense of tragic heroism and even despair to meet the massive Allied fleet that exuded an invisible pressure.

At this time, Ye Shou's forces were no longer limited to the Demon God Legion, but also included the major Martian cities that had immediately expressed their stance. Regardless of whether they were originally independent or pro-Earth, they all sent their most elite forces to join.

There were also the surrendered Earth fleet... It shouldn't have been risky to use unorganized prisoners, but Ye Shou gave them absolute trust and appointed the commander-in-chief to continue leading the fleet.

And Ye Shou only gave them one task:

That is, they must come out and stop the war from escalating and affecting the general population, no matter who they are facing.

Even if Ye Shou tries to coerce or suppress the people, they must do everything in their power to defeat him!

Apart from that, there's no need to take action against former comrades or point the main guns at the Earth; all that's needed is to accompany the troops and witness everything.

Therefore, when Ye Shou's army arrived, the entire Earth-Moon system was shrouded in powerful Yahab interference waves, which even caused glare and distortion within the atmosphere, seemingly even more powerful than M·A.

At the same time, the defense forces also reacted, with several military satellites deployed in geosynchronous orbit adjusting their angles, their menacing cannons slowly pointing at the fleet.

The warships, scattered across the overly wide defensive line, appeared both frail and tragically imposing.

However, just as the defense forces were arrayed in tense formation, and the gunners' fingers hovered over the firing buttons, a clear, calm yet undeniably powerful voice transmitted through the military channel throughout the entire synchronous orbit, and was even received by cities on the ground—

"Soldiers of Earth, I am Kuze Yoshimori."

The moment the sound rang out, the mobile suits in the defense formation remained motionless, but a noticeable commotion broke out in the internal communications. Many soldiers instinctively loosened their grip on the control sticks, gazing with awe at the gleaming silver demon machine at the front of the fleet.

【Bayeli】!

This Gundam 001 was not housed in the hangar, but stood at the bow of the ship, its hands resting on the golden sword in front of it, with the black rope swaying behind it with inertia. Its majestic figure drew everyone's attention.

Some senior officers realized the problem and quickly restrained their subordinates to turn their attention back to operating their weapons, but to little avail. Even after they woke up, they still couldn't help but peek.

In fact, the senior officers understood this perfectly well—even they couldn't control themselves, let alone a group of new recruits born during the Calamity War and raised in the shadow of M·A.

Who conquered the moon and Mars? Who destroyed the killing AI? Who defeated their greatest fear?

They would look up to this person with reverence!

The senior officers who realized this were already in despair:

How could we possibly dare to be their enemy!

—This reverence materialized in the following words.

"We have just ended the decisive battle with M·A, bringing peace to the entire solar system."

However, while we were fighting a bloody battle, some people were hiding in the security of their offices, scheming about how to divide the spoils, how to turn the Martian into a cream cake for them to lick, and even going so far as to turn their guns on their former comrades!

Ye Shou's voice was addressing his enemy's army, carrying an all-knowing detachment and unwavering resolve.

Look around you!

Look at the dilapidated machines you're piloting... The real enemy has been defeated by us, and now, who is it that demands you take up arms against your own people?

It is those who treat you as pawns, willing to sacrifice everything for power and profit.