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

Tsurugi spread his hands and shrugged. Although the basic principle of using the anti-AT stance to dissolve and merge souls is universal, there are still huge differences in the nature of people from different worlds.

The soul, the body, or even the robustness of the anti-universe. In short, this world cannot be simply resolved once and for all by triggering a planetary-scale impact with an anti-AT force; Tsugumi even had to borrow the power of the psychoframe to achieve this.

Ultimately, however, these limitations will not be a problem. After the completion of Junius VII, he was already on the road to victory.

"What? Asuka, you don't have to go if you don't want to. After all, this is considered 'murder'." Tsugumi said calmly, looking at the hesitant Asuka.

“I can understand your hesitation as an ordinary person about temporarily eliminating other people’s bodies, but I will save the world. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to force yourself.”

"I'll go." Asuka said decisively, staring at Tsugumi with a resolute, almost pathological, gaze.

"I will definitely become your sharpest weapon. Go... to save this world."

"Alright, let's get ready to go."

Despite Asuka's almost identical words, Tsugumi seemed completely unmoved, simply stepping aside and smiling at Asuka.

"After saving this world, as a reward, let me grant you one of your wishes."

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Earth, Northern Egypt, Mediterranean coast, El Alamein region

The scorching sun hung high in the desert sky, baking away every drop of moisture and excess energy, making the people who had long been accustomed to living in artificially comfortable environments feel quite uncomfortable.

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"Come on, everyone, cheer up! Those underwater have already won victory and glory before us; we can't fall too far behind!!!"

Atop a four-legged, dog-like ground combat mobile suit, the Desert Type Baku, commander of the ZAFT ground force deployed to the El Alamein region, roared...

The sun was terrible, the weather was even worse, but the worst of all was the Eurasian Federation's large tank force.

Unlike in outer space where mobile suits (MS) hold an absolute advantage, in the environment of gravity zones, the advantages of MS are infinitely reduced and even turned into disadvantages. They are at a disadvantage when facing the integrated combat forces of the Eurasian Federation, which combine tanks and armored vehicles with aerial mobile suits (MAs).

Five days ago, the Earth Alliance's Mediterranean fleet was annihilated by Zaft's submarine carriers and naval mobile suits, and they began to establish the Gibraltar base. Otherwise, they would never be so well-equipped now.

"Captain, why does Baku have to have four legs in the design?"

A Zaft in green leaned against the railing, fanning himself with his hat, and grumbled as he looked at the Baku soldiers who had just been dropped down.

"They were using tank-mode tracks when fighting in the desert."

"Your feet are for jumping out of the sand when you're stuck. Stop slacking off and get used to your machines!" Badfield threw a water jug ​​at them, yelling and cursing.

"Don't harbor any illusions. Even if Zaft is unstoppable right now, Coordinators won't be immune to bullets just because their genes have been modified!"

Zaft's soldiers dispersed in twos and threes, revealing a clear lack of discipline—after all, they were theoretically a militia organization, without even military ranks, so one couldn't expect too much.

Further away, the tracks of the Type 61 main battle tank pounded the ground, advancing towards Zaft with its heavy armor.

Three attack routes, a large-scale surprise attack—Erwin Rommel, a German-born commander of the Eurasian Federation, looked at the flat desert, his eyes filled with the desire to recreate the glory of his ancestor who shared his name.

Perhaps after today, he will be known as the Desert Fox...

"Captain, what's that?" Badfield looked up at the sound of the voice, then froze.

In the sky, thirteen white figures spread their wings and soared in the scorching sun.

"That's... a bird?" Rommel asked, looking at the white bird circling in the sky.

However, neither Zaft nor the Earth Alliance has ever declared that they possess or have deployed such weapons.

Thirteen 'white birds' slowly landed in front of the Earth Alliance's armored forces, folding their wings. Rommel could now see clearly that standing in the desert were thirteen pale giants, each wielding a long spear.

Are they strange weapons created by those monsters in the sky again? But why do they look so much like living beings...?

Coo coo coo~~~~ The sound of pigeons rang in Rommel's ears, and he began to feel a strong unease. He screamed and ordered his troops to open fire, but the next second—the Cross of Light bloomed!

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What is this...?

If this is a nightmare, please let me wake up quickly; now is not the time to dream.

Badfeldt and all the Zaft officers around him watched in silence as their enemy was destroyed.

But they were not destroyed by them or their allies. Instead, they were destroyed by the suddenly appearing 'giants'.

The desert, under the midday sun, appeared a sickly white, as if the entire land had been repeatedly licked by fire, and even the sky had lost its color in the heatwave. The ridges of the dunes were sculpted by the wind into countless parallel lines, stretching all the way to the horizon, where the heat distorted the horizon.

And at this end, the horizon begins to move.

At first, there were thirteen blurry white dots, appearing and disappearing in the rising mirage, like salt columns slowly growing from the ground. But they magnified so quickly that as the distance closed, their outlines became clear—tens of meters tall, slender to the point of being thin, their figures covering the entire width of the horizon when walking side by side, their steps slow and orderly, resolutely advancing in the same direction.

But without a doubt, it was not a machine, not steel, not the most commonly used weapon of destruction by humankind.

Those were thirteen, living 'creatures'

Their bodies have an unclean white sheen, like corpses soaked in formalin. Their skin has no mechanical seams or other imperfections; instead, it has muscle fiber-like textures that bulge at the joints and wriggle slightly with the rhythm of their steps.

These giants might have bodies that could be considered relatively slender, but their faces were the most terrifying.

Those thirteen almost identical faces were fixed in one unchanging, chilling smile. The maggot-like heads had only one blood-red lip, stretched to the sides like a surgical wound cut along the cheek.

The form was undoubtedly a bizarre structure without eyes, but you knew they were watching you—every soldier in every tank felt that non-existent gaze crawling down their spines.

In human psychology, there's a theory called the uncanny valley effect, which states that when an object is extremely similar to a human but has subtle differences, it can trigger a strong sense of disgust or fear. These bizarre giants, despite being completely unlike humans, instantly evoked the uncanny valley effect in everyone.

"All personnel—firepower coverage!"

Unable to withstand such immense pressure, the moment Rommel's order exploded on the radio, the entire front line was like a lit fuse. Hundreds of main battle tanks and self-propelled guns fired simultaneously, their flames blooming into a continuous row of orange flowers on the desert. The shrill whistling of shells tearing through the air merged into a deafening roar, like a storm of steel pouring down on the thirteen white figures.

The first volley of shells hit its mark.

The exploding fireballs formed a wall of fire in front of the giants' formation. The orange-red flames, accompanied by thick black smoke, rolled and shot into the sky. The shockwaves lifted up the sand within a radius of hundreds of meters, forming a sand curtain that blotted out the sun.

The soldiers waited through their scopes for what they would see after the smoke cleared: wreckage torn to pieces, torsos lying askew on the ground—even just a step back would be enough.

The smoke dissipated.

A gunner made a sound as if someone was choking him. His eyes were pressed against the scope, his pupils suddenly contracting as he saw an unbelievable, bizarre scene that challenged his reason and cognition.

But he refused to believe what he was seeing, refused this irrational understanding. He blinked, withdrew from the scope, looked at the distant desert with his naked eye, and then returned to the scope.

They continued moving forward. Their pace remained unchanged, their speed remained unchanged, and even the expression on their smiling lips remained the same.

Dozens of meters in front of them, thousands of shrapnel were suspended in the air, frozen in mid-air like insects encased in amber, motionless.

Orange-gold hexagonal halos of light flickered intermittently at the points where the shrapnel struck. Each halo was only the size of a dinner plate, but their numbers were astonishing. They pieced together and overlapped, forming an invisible wall of sighs in front of and to the sides of the thirteen white giants.

Each time a shell or shrapnel hits it, the corresponding hexagon will briefly light up with a golden glow, spreading outwards in concentric ripples from the point of impact before quickly fading away.

"Something...something's blocking the way!" A loader poked half his body out of the hatch, his voice trembling, pointing to the distant desert.

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"Did you see that? Those golden ones—"

He didn't finish his sentence. Because at that moment, a green light suddenly shone from the mouth of the white giant walking in the very center of the formation.

It raised its head, its smiling face turned toward the sky, and then light shone down from below the desert.

In a fraction of a second, the sand beneath the chariot transformed from grayish-white to a fiery orange-yellow, the color of a furnace. Then, the sand began to collapse inward, as if an invisible well were sucking away all matter, forming a perfect circular depression directly beneath the chariot—

The light has come.

A cross of light, seemingly tangible, pierced vertically from the depths of the earth's crust. The entire cross was hundreds of meters high, shooting straight up from the sand towards the sky, as if a tombstone forged from light had been pushed up from the depths of the earth.

Dozens of main battle tanks were pierced by the radiant light. Their armor softened, bent, and dripped like candles the moment it came into contact with the light.

Sixty millimeters of alloy armor steel didn't even last half a second in the light. The car body began to melt from the top, the armor plates flowing down like heated wax, but evaporating into metallic vapor midway, swirling into one gleaming silver vortex after another within the light.

Then came the second Cross of Light, the third, the fourth, the tenth, and the twentieth.

The desert transformed into a forest of light, and as these giants with terrifying smiles advanced, crosses emerged one after another from the ground, rising silently with only the soft rustling of sand sliding down, as if these tombstones of light had always been there, only now allowed to manifest.

They were densely distributed on the battlefield, their crosses overlapping each other, weaving a network of light and shadow across the desert sky, staining the entire sky with an ominous color.

The giants continued to move forward with smiles on their faces, scattering seeds known as the Cross of Light as they went.

Soldiers are used to death; death is never in short supply on the battlefield. But this incomprehensible death, the fear of being killed by something you can't understand, can't fight, or even properly define, crushed their morale.

You can dodge enemy artillery fire, you can penetrate enemy armor, but how do you fight against the light surging from the ground? How do you fight against something that is immune to artillery shells, missiles, and even nuclear explosions might not be effective? How do you fight against the smiling angel of death?

"retreat--"

The high-pitched voice was piercingly sharp, mixed with sobs, screams, and wails. The word spread like a virus across the radio channels, from one crew to another, from one communicator to another, inundating the entire command network in a very short time.

No one paid attention to communication discipline anymore, no one waited for orders from superiors anymore. All channels were simultaneously filled with screams and cries. The army's order was completely overturned in that instant. Only the strong will to survive drove them to scream and flee this terrifying hell.

The entire armored formation collapsed, and the front-line vehicles began to reverse, but they were not fast enough to reverse, so they collided with each other, the tracks and armor plates screeching against each other.

The vehicles behind, unaware of what was happening ahead, continued to advance as ordered, only to crash into the disorganized convoy ahead. In less than ten seconds, the once orderly procession was transformed into a steel knot of dozens of vehicles tangled together.

Soldiers began to crawl out of the hatches. These soldiers, who had been shouting fervently before the war for a clean and blue universe, tumbled out of the armored vehicles from various exits, their postures contorted like a group of insects struggling to emerge from their cocoons.

Badfeld watched from afar as the entire Earth Alliance legion was annihilated, and as he looked at the thirteen advancing white giants, his throat moved with difficulty.

Just then, communication from headquarters was finally established, but the commander in charge of the Earth Offensive Front was dumbfounded when he saw what was on the screen.

He was 100% certain that he didn't know about such a 'secret weapon,' and he even dared to guarantee that such a bizarre thing was definitely not Zaft's creation!

Thus, this message, along with the continuously broadcast video, despite the interference from the neutron jammer on the electrons, was relayed by ZAFT to a more distant place.

Similarly, the Earth Alliance is in the same situation, but fortunately, they don't have to worry about this problem anymore.

The mass-produced angels have reached the correct position.

The next moment, thirteen mass-produced EVAs spread their wings, grabbed the one in the middle, and flew towards the scorching sky under the blazing sun.

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Both Coordinators and Naturals stared at the white 'angel' with bewilderment and instinctive fear. The next moment, thirteen mass-produced EVAs lined up in formation.

The ancient Kabbalah Tree of Life diagram appeared in the sky. Each angel occupied a place within it, surrounding the one in the center.

"Am I dreaming?" More than one person thought this while watching this scene. It was a magical scene that was beyond their comprehension, common sense, and even understanding!

What's with this absurd and illogical magical scene?!

"Human conflict, war, and killing are unavoidable from the moment of birth. From a whole, it becomes countless individuals."

A voice appeared in everyone's ears, from Badfeldt's front to the Earth Union headquarters in Cairo, Egypt, and even Zaft's Gibraltar base.