Chapter 1676
Planning the Titans Fleet!
Chapter 1676 Planning the Titans Fleet!
"Captain!! The MS squad has sent a distress signal! It seems they've been ambushed!"
The bridge of the Alexander-class heavy cruiser was stunned by this sudden news.
"An ambush? Is there a hidden valley in Muzo? Or are those shady rats, the remnants of Zeon, capable of ambushing our Titans mobile suit forces?!"
Gaddy Kinsey clenched his fist and slammed it against the armrest of the chair, shouting angrily.
"Send out another mobile suit, and take Jerid Mesa's mobile suit with you. Whether it's the Valley of the Dead or the remnants of Zeon, I refuse to believe our Titans mobile suit force will be afraid of their ambush!"
"Yes!!"
After giving the new orders, Gaddy Kinsey looked at Muzo's spaceport with an uncertain expression.
Suddenly, a fireball exploded in front of Gaddy Kinsey's eyes and appeared in Muzo's spaceport.
"Damn it! Those rats actually attacked the spaceport! Quick! Keep only the guard MS squads on standby, send out all the other MS to suppress the spaceport!"
"Yes! Captain."
As one after another, the high-speed Zaku aircraft accelerated off the ship and charged toward Muzo Space Port in an attack formation, the riot finally took the very step that someone had envisioned.
"Black Deathwing".
On a road leading to the spaceport, Char Aznable, with binoculars in hand, spotted the jet-black machine that had easily destroyed two Gow Zakus.
"I never expected that person would give this machine to Artesia."
Just as the fame of the Red Comet is still being sung by the Earth Federation and the remnants of Zeon, so too is the Blackwing.
Furthermore, with the encouragement of the Earth Federation, it has become even more prominent.
The most direct result of this phenomenon was that the black transforming machine that matched the jet-black Deathwing became widely known.
Even newcomers who joined the Earth Federation after the One Year War and became Titans pilots were very familiar with the SV52.
"Colonel, news has come from the spaceport that Gaddy Kinsey has dispatched at least three MS squads to attack the spaceport."
Lara Singh, who was standing next to her, put down her communicator and asked with a serious expression.
"Should we send the people from the Valley?"
Char Aznabul put down his binoculars and shook his head slightly.
"No. No need. Let our new partners proceed as planned! It's just three MS squads. If it really is that man's Blackwing, it should be no problem."
As if by some unseen force, the brother and sister, who had not seen each other since their secret return, seemed to have reached some kind of consensus and began to take action on their own.
As the second GOOZAK was blasted into a pulp by Artesia's SV52, Ramba Lal and others who were guarding the side immediately led heavily armed infantry and engineers to the two GOOZAKs to carry out demolition operations, preparing to capture the two Titans pilots who were severely damaged and unconscious.
"Miss. The mobile suits inside the Muzo have been cleared out. What remains are the mobile suits from the spaceport. According to observation, there are at least nine of them. Should we deploy the escort team's mobile suits?"
Crowley Harmon, who had arrived at Spaceport ahead of time, sent a message.
"No. No need. Also, Uncle Ramba, Aunt Harmon, inform the entire Muzo of my return and ask the citizens to stay at home and not approach the spaceport!"
Artesia seemed to be looking somewhere, and after a while, she gave a new instruction.
“Yes, Miss.” Crowley Harmon immediately sprang into action.
But Ramba Ral, who was pulling the Titans pilots out of the wreckage of the Gorgzagu under the command of his subordinates, hesitated for a moment before asking.
"Miss, are you going back to Muzo?"
Ramba Ral couldn't imagine how crazy the people of Muzo would become after he publicly proclaimed his existence, letting the citizens of Muzo know that Artesia Deikun, the daughter of Deikun who personally shot the criminal Dejin Sodo Zabi, had returned and was openly piloting the Black Deathwing that had once dominated the battlefield against the Titans MS forces that had invaded Muzo.
"No! I will not return to Muzo. At least, not now. Uncle Lamba, the only reason I made my existence public was to appease the people! Please help me!"
"Artesia said in a deep voice."
"Yes, Miss! I would gladly die for you!"
Once it was clear that Artesia would not return to Muzo's short-term goals in the near future, Lamba Lard immediately unleashed his full energy, directing his subordinates to take action.
Artesia knew what Lamba Lal was thinking, and she also knew that as long as she decided to return to Muzo's rule, the foundation of Deikun that Lamba Lal had controlled to this day, and the people who still trusted the name of Deikun, would inevitably become Artesia's help, pushing her to a position that her father, Gion Zum Deikun, had never reached.
But now is not the time!
The transforming fighter with jet-black death wings swept across the city and headed straight for the port, which made Jerit Mesa, who had watched helplessly as his two new Gauzku mechs were chopped into human stumps in less than a minute, panic.
"Hurry!! We must get to the spaceport immediately!! Otherwise, it will be too late!"
When a legend becomes reality and reveals its true essence before our eyes, any doubts or sophistry about the legend become pale and powerless.
The only thing Jellette Mesa could do was return to the spaceport as soon as possible, warn Gaddie Kinsey, and board his High Zaku to stop Darkwing with his teammates; otherwise, the fleet would be in danger!
"It's him!! It's him!! I never expected it to be him!! The hero who ended the year-long war—Black Deathwing!! He was hiding right here in Muzo!!"
The speeding car and the gradually subsiding riots brought a sigh of relief to the ZAFT security team at the hotel.
"Lord Durandal, it seems you were right."
Diego drew back the curtains, glanced at the messy street, which was now mostly deserted, and sighed.
"No. Their target was never us. Our existence was merely an insignificant fuse."
Durandal chuckled softly.
However, the next second, Durandal's expression seemed to become more serious.
"Lord Durandal, what do we do next?"
Durandal didn't respond to Diego. Instead, he walked over to him, drew back the curtains, and looked down at the street.
Suddenly, a car appeared on a street corner.
A blond man wearing a black overcoat, whose face was mostly obscured by sunglasses, was looking up at the hotel.
It was as if their eyes met at that moment.
Durandal slightly withdrew his gaze, looked at SV52's departing figure, and revealed a smile indicating he had learned of the distinguished guest's arrival.
"Diego, could you please go and greet our guests?"
(End of this chapter)