Chapter 465

"Sir, the last overhaul before the fighter took off has been completed."

Marcel Albert did not answer the human servant. He was already familiar with the form and content of the man's speech.

He had been staring at the machines parked on the apron in front of him. The polished metal shell glittered in the flashing red light of the cave hangar, and the angel wing logo with blood droplets was sprayed on the wing and tail.

"For those we cherish, we die in glory."

Albert whispered, his fighter engine began to light up, and the surrounding air began to sing.

"Live up to the blood of Saint Gilles."

A servant pulled out the cable connected to the rear of the fighter, and a technical priest in a copper robe paced around the fighter, flicking the holy oil with his brass fingers.

A skilled ground attendant followed the technical priest, put away the temporary blocking plate of the weapon and closed the inspection panels opened everywhere.

Marcel Albert walked slowly towards the fighter and stepped into the cockpit. The interface on the back of power armor was connected with the fighter's system.

The fighter was fully awake, and he felt the process of nerve connection pricking his spine.

The pain of muscles and bones was like steel. Weapons and flesh were forcibly mixed together. The surging power of the fighter turned into a sense of pushing his back. He took a breath and felt like he was complete.

He was piloting a sword tail interceptor, a conventional flight vehicle used by the astat Legion during the expedition.

Unlike other fighters, the pilot of the tail sword is not a mortal, but astat.

The sword tail can fly in the atmosphere and space. It is equipped with two dual laser guns and a group of missile launchers. Her firepower and speed make her a very deadly opponent.

However, the design of the sword tail is very complex and the voyage is limited, so the mechanical repair association is not optimistic about them compared with the astat corps, which prefers larger angry fighters.

Therefore, on the eve of the end of the expedition, except for the dark angels and extreme soldiers, almost all the legions retired from the front line, but then many legions were forced to send them back to the battlefield because of the threat of rebellion.

After the second army building, the veteran finally disappeared into the astates' armory.

But a sword tail formation has been kept in the hangar of the mother of tears.

In the long battle, the formation has gradually suffered losses, and the complex structure of the sword tail means that once it is damaged on the battlefield, it is almost impossible to repair, so it can only disassemble the available parts.

Today, there is only one combat sword tail interceptor left in the hangar.

Marcel Albert is also the only remaining tail sword driver in the regiment. It has been more than 100 years since he took over the ten thousand year old veteran from his mentor.

He has become one with it in a sense.

Like Marcel Albert, it has its own unique name - night spirit.

The name comes from a melancholy poem of BAL folk, as it has experienced.

But now, it also has an identity - the leader of Barr's light squadron.

Marcel Albert unlocked the helmet on his leg and put it on his head. Then the cockpit cover on the top closed slowly.

Yellow lights began to flicker in the hangar cave, and the shrill siren joined the chorus of fighter engines.

He closed his eyes. In his right silver eye, which had been replaced 30 years ago, the rough green lines began to show.

Then he opened his eyes. The green projection was intertwined with the real world, and the runes representing the state flashed in his cockpit system.

Many people compare astat to a knight, but in Marcel Albert's view, it is a kind of ignorance and blind faith.

In the long time after the great rebellion, people have forgotten the essence of astat - they are actually highly professional soldiers, and sword dancing is only a small part of their war art.

In the past, they were masters of the war machine, riding all kinds of steel beasts on the battlefield.

However, since the second army building, such scenes have been very rare.

"All flight units."

He called through the communication channel.

"Flight ready, countdown, boys."

The number circulates at the edge of the field of vision, the external explosion-proof door opens, the metal barrier drops to the ground, and the red light pulse looms in the distant darkness.

Marcel Albert increased his thrust and the night spirit began to take off.

On the other side of the apron, 16 war machines also took off in turn. Half of them were lightning, usually rage. All the fighters were bright yellow.

This is the whole dispatch of a squadron, but it is only sufficient in quantity.

There are more enemies than them.

"Heading, 76-12-12, stand by,"

"Is it a gloomy evening, sir?"

His wingman greeted him informally, but Albert ignored it, although his hidden lips made a smile.

"Determine task mode."

Albert calls the flight tower.

"Headquarters, this is Barr's light Squadron, waiting for permission to attack."

The static noise rang for a while, and the decreasing countdown degree dropped rapidly to zero.

"Barr's light Squadron, allow to attack."

An officer's voice heard that the man would track Albert's flight data and match it with countless actions around the fleet.

"Received."

Albert answered in a deep voice and switched to another channel.

"All weapons activated."

The amber weapon Rune turns green, fixes the engine output power at a peak, and the fighter under him begins to shake.

The reciprocal is zero.

The night spirit rushed forward, and Albert exhaled air from his lungs.

The barriers in the void and the billowing lasers met him from the front. Albert flew the interceptor off the flight deck and onto the back of the warship.

Behind him, the squadron fighters also flew out of the open hole, and the afterburner ejected blue flames.

Shortly after he flew into the battle area, Albert was locked by the enemy's fire control system, the alarm began to sound, and the trajectory of the tracer bullet and the fire of the explosion boiled in the void.

He turned on the reaction system and the decoy bomb exploded in the wake.

Then Albert took control of the fighter and climbed up in a spiral way, followed by the wingman, maintaining a perfect formation.

The other fighters of the squadron dispersed after flying out of the flight deck and kept rotating in the blooming light.

In the void, the artillery fire of both sides has been intertwined, and even asteroids and meteorites have a different color.

The back of the mother of tears is like rolling mountains, in which the fort built is shining with fire, and the bright ocean is mixed with the light of small arms.

The battlefield was chaotic. Albert led the squadron to quickly shuttle in front of the mother of tears and intercept a team of bombers.

He will fight until there is no enemy in front of him. He will live and fight.

Facing the interceptor squadron attacking at high speed, the heavy bombers shook and tried to avoid, but were immediately slaughtered by lasers and missiles.

"Enemy interceptors are coming!"

Just as Albert blasted a bomber with a series of spot shots, the voice of the wingman pilot suddenly sounded.

Subconsciously, Albert immediately turned the direction, and the fighter was like an arrow off the string.

The bird divination instrument screamed to remind that it had been locked, the red Rune flashed in front of me, and the fire light of the automatic gun lit up the night sky.

"Turn left!"

Albert tried to change the night spirit out of the spiral and increase the horsepower, and the fuel warning immediately turned amber.

The sudden acceleration put him into a semi weightless state. From the eyes of semi mechanical and semi flesh and blood, we can see that his people have been following, drawing unique tracks, and the shells exploded behind them.

The enemy, too.

The red mark comes from the top and bottom, but he and his men will get rid of the enemy.

Albert deduced that his people can achieve their goals and they will succeed.

"No --"

Suddenly, the voice of the wingman pilot suddenly stopped in the communication channel.

Albert's bird divination instrument also made a short, sharp sound.

A missile swooped down from above and hit the wingman. Suddenly, the flame was full of flames.

Albert instinctively twitched and flashed aside, avoiding the laser that could have hit him.

A fighter plane appeared over his head. At the moment of sight intersection, Albert recognized it. It was also a sword tail interceptor, but its wings were blasphemous octagonal symbols.