A simple seat that, although very similar to that of the car, is a bump. As Taro jumped on there, he adjusted the square device attached to the tip of the arm to the side of the helmet.
"How dare you? Well, you were installed in such a short period of time. One cruiser was worth it."
The base of the arm was connected to a huge building beside it, with a huge turret sitting at its quaint apex.
While working on a rudder-based defense plan, the Tarondas scratched all kinds of weapons to compensate for the lack of firepower, but it was still difficult to gather enough. Because in the Galactic Empire, where ground warfare is not common, few weapons existed beyond personal portable weapons.
So Taro asked Alan if he could use an orbital elevator to bring the spaceship down to the ground, knowing that it was unscrupulous, but naturally it was rejected as impossible. But Marl, who was listening to it, suggested a different form than "maybe," and it was to be adopted. That is, dismantle the cruiser of the First Fleet in space, descend each component by an orbital elevator, and assemble it on the ground.
Lowering the premise device used in the universe to the ground was inefficient and wasteful by the time it was ridiculous considering maintenance, but I could expect it to be sufficiently effective if I considered it disposable. Besides, I can't replace my belly on my back.
- "Operator Recognition……… Complete" -
- "Level: root authority" -
- "Targeting System Activation" -
Various parameters about the shooting are displayed on the helmet of the taro, which is the display, and a simple cross aiming appears in the center. As Taro consciously moved his neck, the turret, far overhead, slowly began to swirl as it moved.
"............... are you seriously going to do it with me? Was it sooner?
The view shown ahead of the target did not seem very worldly. If I hadn't seen the sight beforehand in NASA's video material, I would have shivered and escaped. Wind, Wind, and Wind. Running through narrow valleys, they were, indeed, black turbulent.
- "Beam convergence system: error" -
- "Extensibility cannot be adjusted Fixed value: max" -
Error notification sent to BISHOP. But he dared to fix the turret's beam convergence system, so Taro ignored it and concentrated on the screen.
- "Thermal Shield: Force Startup" -
- "Lock-on system: fully manual" -
- "Ready to fire: done" -
The overhead turret grows loud and starts to bluish by the shield that occurs naggingly.
"" Emergency alert. Thirty seconds left to fire the main gun. All hands, prepare for impact. Repeat - ""
Pre-recorded Taro's voice flows into the helmet and his vision stains yellow. Taro stared at the numbers that were going to count down, wondering why it sounded so different from his recorded voice, etc.
"Put the goal in the center and switch, put the goal in the center and switch"
When Taro whines one bump, he moves to hold the analog switch in his hand in a space of nothing. At the corner of his sight are employees who rush to the ground.
- "Five seconds to launch... three... two... one..." -
"You guys on the ground. Then you've never seen a cannon like this. Surprise at best...... mar cannon, fire!!
"" Hey, how many names of people do you want? ""
- "Marl Cannon: Fire" -
Within the unending shout of Marl, Taro grabbed his right index finger.
moment, a display of a helmet dyed white.
Countless particles, sufficiently accelerated inside the turret mounted on the spacecraft, flew out into the air at higher speeds than the turret. Proceeding wrapped in a special magnetic field that glows blue and draws disturbing particles, it lets go of some of the particles it holds into a dense atmospheric resistance, unlike the universe. Particles leaking from containment of the magnetic field collide with particles of the atmosphere, converting kinetic energy into heat.
"Guh!! Ugh!!
Intense blast flames and shock waves raze around him, and Taro is pushed hard against the seat. I can't move my neck, my arms, anything, as if I were under supergravity. The tuning effect of the helmet blocks the sound and instantly becomes silent.
"Gu...... Gu, damn it!! I knew you wouldn't use this in the atmosphere!!
Tailang rounds up the painful body of the verses that have passed awhile while still dressed tied up and finally moved. The dimming function to protect the eyeballs gradually fades and the appearance of the area begins to appear.
"... this would all be instant death if you weren't wearing a suit"
The shell is red-hot, even though it is protected by thermal shields, and breathes out tons of white smoke. The metal fence, which was close to the turret, had its roots blown off, and fragments of a thousand cut fence were shaking the puffy hollow. In case of heat, the ladder base rooftops had most of the objects aligned with metal and ceramic products, but there were plastic and rubber articles inside that leaked into the check, and all of those objects had melted into drools and lost their prototypes.
"" Sounds like you managed to do well, Admiral, just like the test. Watch out for falling objects for a while, huh? ""
Communications from Alan. Taro said, "Falling objects?," he said, looking up at the dim sandstorm sky despite midday.
"What fell............ uuuuuuuuuuuuuu!?
Taro avoids something that flies over the sky by rolling down the ground. Something of it burst into the ground as Taro broke through the seat where he was sitting, still leaving a vibrating and shitty metal noise.
"You're not on the level of not being twisted!! Good ladder and good this time, what the fuck!!
Taro slipped into a rudder-based roof made of disintegrated cruiser armor, and when he peered into it, he could quickly understand who it was.
"Is this the Wind part? How far are you flying... Wow, seriously?"
Taro sees the point where he was aiming until earlier, saying there should still have been more than a few kilometres between him and the enemy. And accidentally breathed in the tragedy created by the star cruiser's main cannon.
"Topography, don't change... Wow Marl Cannon"
If a 100-metre tall giant advances with a drill that also has its own length, would that be the case? The ground in the straight line where the main cannon was facing was heavily shaken by the aftermath of the diffused beam, all incandescent. You couldn't withstand the shock waves that occurred. There was a collapse in several parts of the valley, which was mass-producing further sand smoke.
Although it is not possible to ascertain what the targeted position is by black smoke and sand smoke rising high in the sky, the mass of particles that were able to reach the target position without reacting with the airborne particles seemed to have fully released their contained energy. Black smoke stood to a joke-like height, as if it had blackened the entrance clouds on a summer day.
"It's nothing. It's not a regular onboard cannon. It's with the cannon I usually use, and the plum's are even more awesome now... I mean, stop being that marl cannon. I don't think I've been raped."
I guess he was evacuating nearby. Marl emerges from the back of the turret dissatisfied. As she said that, she kicked Taro's thigh up, "I knew it wasn't rape!!" "Taro screamed.
"Damn, the increased defense in the armed suit is offset by the increased offense in the suit as well...... by the way, Marl, how long do you think it'll take before the next launch?
"Next? Right. Don't check me badly. If I shoot you, the turret won't blow up, and I think you should shoot one shot every fifteen minutes at most. Once the cannon is warped, it's over."
"Oh well. Well, I guess we'll have to do something about that in another 15 minutes."
Taro tours his neck and sees the fundamentals of rising black smoke. From there the wind was running from the next to the next as if scratching the smoke, and was once again forming a long line.
"... if you were human, if you did all that, you'd run away."
Look at the line of wind, Marl looking fed up.
"It's a shame you're not human... well, here we go."
Taro held it firmly on his back when he regained his hand the gun he had left in the container box. Taro himself had little intention of doing white soldiers because of his amateurs, but there might have been something he needed to do.
"Well... I brought the original, so let me use it properly."
Marl raises his hand and lets him wave it loudly. Then a large number of sentry guns emerged from the gap in armor intended to house the debris incineration beam, revealing its heavy shell.
"Let it go. I'm good at parallel work."
When Taro imitates his fingers, all sentry guns simultaneously change their orientation. All 200 Sentry guns, arranged like halibut, could be manipulated as they wished.
"The question is more than that... if you have enough ammo"
The tank squad that had been evacuated began to move due to the main artillery fire warning and resumed shelling towards the enemy line again. From the base, mortar rounds and rocket rounds are projected, and they are trying to destroy the black tsunami.
There was no obstacle around and it was easy to get him to hit. It was still easier to find unexploded ordnance than a bullet off target.
"... it's hard for mankind to win."
Survive the carcasses of hundreds or thousands of companions and advance without showing any hesitation. The Tarrandas haven't even been shot one beam yet, and nobody's even fallen.
The enemy is just moving forward.
Yet Taro was more terrified about it than anything else.