Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

"The MIRV (Multiple Independently Targetable Reentry Vehicle) intercontinental ballistic missile carries eight Super N2 warheads with a total yield of 20 megatons and is delivered by the coalition headquarters."

The commander's hand trembled violently, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Twenty million tons.

Eight N2 bombs, each with a yield of 2.5 million tons.

That's the power to completely wipe the entire Third New Tokyo City—along with everything within a 50-kilometer radius, and even further afield—from the map!

Not to mention the secondary disasters, this can be described as a weapon capable of destroying a country!

"You... what did you say?" His voice trembled as he roared hoarsely, "Our men are still here! I have 50,000 soldiers all here, we don't have time to retreat!"

"I know." The voice remained cold.

"Then you should—"

"Your mission is to hold off the EVAs and prevent them from leaving the vicinity of Tokyo-3," the voice interrupted him. "The missiles will arrive in twelve minutes. Until then, your forces must ensure that three EVAs remain in place."

"Your command post is not within the attack range, so you can leave directly, as long as you make sure your subordinates hold off those three EVAs."

"This is an order from the United Nations!"

The commander opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He looked down at his hand—the hand holding the communicator was trembling. He looked up at the distant battlefield—where the giants floating in front of the three machines, reflecting seven-colored light, had begun to move.

His soldiers continued their advance, unaware that they were about to become their casualties.

"Commander?" the voice urged, "Please confirm that the order has been received."

There was a deathly silence on the communication line. The commander closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, there was no more hesitation in his eyes, only a deep and resolute determination.

A soldier's duty is to obey orders—no matter how absurd or cruel those orders may be!

“Order received,” he said, his voice hoarse like sandpaper. “I will… carry it out.”

He cut off communications and picked up the microphone on another channel, which was the command link to all troops.

"Attention, all units!" he began, each word seemingly squeezed out from between clenched teeth. "Change tactics. All units—advance. Hold those three EVAs at all costs!"

"Commander?" the adjutant's voice came through, full of confusion. "Should we close in with the entire force now? We shouldn't continue the fire..."

"I said, advance!" he roared, his voice sharp with a near-collapse. "That's an order! All troops! Tanks, infantry, artillery—advance! No retreat! No withdrawal!"

There was a moment of silence on the communication channel. Then, the soldiers began to move.

The tank engines roared, their tracks crushing through rubble and debris as they advanced toward the three giants. Infantrymen leaped from the trenches, rifles at the ready, following behind the tanks, advancing step by step. Artillery continued its bombardment, helicopters continued their strafing, and missiles continued to be launched—

On the battlefield, Unit 2 was the first to move.

The red giant raised its head, its burning eyes behind its double-layered heavy armor sweeping over the approaching tank line, carrying Asuka's complex emotions of eagerness to prove herself, and charged out of the battlefield.

AT's stance was erected in front of her

There was no dodging, just the purest, most savage charge. The red body weaved through the gunfire, each step shaking the ground, and in its path, there was absolutely no obstacle!

Tanks were like toys before the AT field that surged forward like a bulldozer. The field piled up tank after tank before the giant that was moving at supersonic speed. They collided, exploded, and scattered debris. Armored vehicles were crushed, artillery positions were kicked away, and infantry were crushed like ants under the pressure, not even having time to scream before being turned into mincemeat.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!!!" Asuka shouted, controlling herself from looking at the carnage below, only continuing to charge forward.

Unit 2 was like a rampaging rhinoceros, destroying all the enemies that tried to intercept them along the front lines.

Unit-00 stood still, looking up at the sky.

There, six B-2 bombers were circling high in the sky, their bomb bays open, and six huge N2 bombs were detaching from their racks and falling toward the ground.

Each one has a yield of 200,000 tons; six of them would amount to 1.2 million tons.

It is not enough to destroy Tokyo-3, but it is enough to flatten all of NERV's ground facilities and severely damage the three EVAs that have not activated their AT Fields.

These things must be stopped, but not resisted!

Rei Ayanami took a deep breath, raised her hands towards the sky. An invisible AT field surged from her palms, not as a defensive wall, but as something she could control in a more precise and flexible way.

Just like facing a falling angel, use the blocking properties of the AT field to eliminate the acceleration of the falling object and reduce and stop all forces.

The six bombs stopped simultaneously, hovering in mid-air, three thousand meters above the ground, completely still. The bomber pilots stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing—the bombs seemed to be held by an invisible hand, unable to fall even a millimeter further.

Then, Unit-00 clasped its hands together, and the AT field began to contract.

The six bombs were squeezed and compressed by an invisible force, coalescing from six separate entities into a single giant sphere. Their outer shells began to deform, and the internal detonators emitted piercing alarms—

But there was no explosion. Unit-00's AT field completely enveloped them, isolating them from the outside world. That transparent barrier was like a giant hand, firmly holding the energy that was enough to destroy the entire city in its palm.

Unit-00 turned around and looked at the distant sea, where the two UN fleets were gathering.

It raised its arm as if to throw it. The huge sphere, compressed from six N2 bombs and enveloped by the AT field, streaked across the sky like a shooting star and flew toward the direction of the fleet.

The fleet commander saw the orb of light fly.

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I thought these big toys would be easily crushed in the face of the UN's proud firepower.

He thought that cutting the cables would destroy the three large robots on their own.

He had assumed this would be an undeniable victory for the army over an individual.

He was a fanatical believer in the science of firepower superiority and had an almost obsessive passion for modern weaponry, believing that no monsters or demons could withstand the onslaught of artillery fire.

This fanaticism led him to blindly and stubbornly identify with EVA, an obviously supernatural life form, firmly believing that the physical destructive power it could cause based on data was invincible!

The reason why the supernatural is supernatural is precisely because it always contains aspects that are beyond human scientific understanding. It's like the dimensional reduction attack that humans in the era of cold weapons faced from firearms, and even goes far beyond that concept.

The results created by a technology that is completely beyond your comprehension are far greater than the difference between gunpowder and swords.

Blindly believing that the weapons created by current human science are sufficient to destroy all monsters and demons is itself the greatest blind obedience to and violation of scientific concepts.

But that's true—

In the absence of a truly overwhelming gap in technology and power, physical methods of creating craters remain an exceptionally effective approach.

At least EVA's AT field capability is not something that can ignore all the physical laws that humans have mastered!

"Commander! Urgent communication! From Joint Command—Highest Priority!"

He paused for a moment, then took the encrypted communicator.

"This is the frontline command post—"

"The skies over Neo-Tokyo will soon be under full-scale attack." The voice was cold and ruthless.

"The MIRV (Multiple Independently Targetable Reentry Vehicle) intercontinental ballistic missile carries eight Super N2 warheads with a total yield of 20 megatons and is delivered by the coalition headquarters."

The commander's hand trembled violently, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Twenty million tons.

Eight N2 bombs, each with a yield of 2.5 million tons.

That's the power to completely wipe the entire Third New Tokyo City—along with everything within a 50-kilometer radius, and even further afield—from the map!

Not to mention the secondary disasters, this can be described as a weapon capable of destroying a country!

"You... what did you say?" His voice trembled as he roared hoarsely, "Our men are still here! I have 50,000 soldiers all here, we don't have time to retreat!"

"I know." The voice remained cold.

"Then you should—"

"Your mission is to hold off the EVAs and prevent them from leaving the vicinity of Tokyo-3," the voice interrupted him. "The missiles will arrive in twelve minutes. Until then, your forces must ensure that three EVAs remain in place."

"Your command post is not within the attack range, so you can leave directly, as long as you make sure your subordinates hold off those three EVAs."

"This is an order from the United Nations!"

The commander opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He looked down at his hand—the hand holding the communicator was trembling. He looked up at the distant battlefield—where the giants floating in front of the three machines, reflecting seven-colored light, had begun to move.

His soldiers continued their advance, unaware that they were about to become their casualties.

"Commander?" the voice urged, "Please confirm that the order has been received."

There was a deathly silence on the communication line. The commander closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, there was no more hesitation in his eyes, only a deep and resolute determination.

A soldier's duty is to obey orders—no matter how absurd or cruel those orders may be!

“Order received,” he said, his voice hoarse like sandpaper. “I will… carry it out.”

He cut off communications and picked up the microphone on another channel, which was the command link to all troops.

"Attention, all units!" he began, each word seemingly squeezed out from between clenched teeth. "Change tactics. All units—advance. Hold those three EVAs at all costs!"

"Commander?" the adjutant's voice came through, full of confusion. "Should we close in with the entire force now? We shouldn't continue the fire..."

"I said, advance!" he roared, his voice sharp with a near-collapse. "That's an order! All troops! Tanks, infantry, artillery—advance! No retreat! No withdrawal!"

There was a moment of silence on the communication channel. Then, the soldiers began to move.

The tank engines roared, their tracks crushing through rubble and debris as they advanced toward the three giants. Infantrymen leaped from the trenches, rifles at the ready, following behind the tanks, advancing step by step. Artillery continued its bombardment, helicopters continued their strafing, and missiles continued to be launched—

On the battlefield, Unit 2 was the first to move.

The red giant raised its head, its burning eyes behind its double-layered heavy armor sweeping over the approaching tank line, carrying Asuka's complex emotions of eagerness to prove herself, and charged out of the battlefield.

AT's stance was erected in front of her

There was no dodging, just the purest, most savage charge. The red body weaved through the gunfire, each step shaking the ground, and in its path, there was absolutely no obstacle!

Tanks were like toys before the AT field that surged forward like a bulldozer. The field piled up tank after tank before the giant that was moving at supersonic speed. They collided, exploded, and scattered debris. Armored vehicles were crushed, artillery positions were kicked away, and infantry were crushed like ants under the pressure, not even having time to scream before being turned into mincemeat.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!!!" Asuka shouted, controlling herself from looking at the carnage below, only continuing to charge forward.

Unit 2 was like a rampaging rhinoceros, destroying all the enemies that tried to intercept them along the front lines.

Unit-00 stood still, looking up at the sky.

There, six B-2 bombers were circling high in the sky, their bomb bays open, and six huge N2 bombs were detaching from their racks and falling toward the ground.

Each one has a yield of 200,000 tons; six of them would amount to 1.2 million tons.

It is not enough to destroy Tokyo-3, but it is enough to flatten all of NERV's ground facilities and severely damage the three EVAs that have not activated their AT Fields.

These things must be stopped, but not resisted!

Rei Ayanami took a deep breath, raised her hands towards the sky. An invisible AT field surged from her palms, not as a defensive wall, but as something she could control in a more precise and flexible way.

Just like facing a falling angel, use the blocking properties of the AT field to eliminate the acceleration of the falling object and reduce and stop all forces.

The six bombs stopped simultaneously, hovering in mid-air, three thousand meters above the ground, completely still. The bomber pilots stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing—the bombs seemed to be held by an invisible hand, unable to fall even a millimeter further.