Ultra-dimensional Warfare

In a corner of Gnaku, a group of people with different clothes are gathering together. Seeing them whispering from time to time, their faces full of dignity seemed to be discussing something.

"Boss, what should we do next? Because of the last leak of information, these natives have begun to marginalize us." A strong man in the crowd said with a suffocated voice. Listening to his loud voice, even lowering his voice would not have much effect.

"Yeah! The spies appeared between our challengers last time, and now they have found clues, they suspect that they are on us!" a small man beside the strong man said sharply.

"Where's the evidence! Why didn't I see it! It's just suspicion! Our mission does not conflict with those indigenous people, on the contrary, we have to help them complete the mission!" On the other side, a middle-aged man with a serious face and a moustache The man retorted.

"Isn't that the pair of dogs and men before?! My teammate was secretly killed by the man while monitoring the subject!!" The kid suddenly shouted.

Just when the explosive barrel was about to fire, everyone was called as the leader. The figure of the leader raised his right hand, and his stern look instantly swept across everyone present.

"be quiet!"

The icy voice sounded, and the figure stood up and looked at everyone and said: "Now, everyone is back to their posts, checking the body, and preparing ammunition. The next battle is a big battle, which proves us. opportunity!"

After all, this figure turned and left under the fearful eyes of everyone.

"What? It's just a B+ level! It's not that I haven't seen it!" In the crowd, a challenger who looked like a little girl muttered in secret. Suddenly, she was cold all over, as if she was being stared at by some fierce monster. At the moment when the little girl challenger felt stiff and suffocated, the coldness that occupied the whole body receded like a tide. If it weren't for the little girl challenger lying on the ground feebly for breath, I'm afraid all this seems to be a nightmare.

"What's the matter?" The little girl gasped and thought suspiciously. The challenger beside him also looked at his colleague with doubts.

Windermere Palace.

In a gorgeously furnished and comfortable room, a young teenager is kneeling on one knee in front of a big bed surrounded by white six wings. Lying on the big bed was an old man who was hanging down. His eyes were muddy and absent. There was a faint wrinkle on his forehead. There were many white spots on both sides of the face spreading along the contours of the face. , Occupies most of the area of ​​the face that is very similar to the boy kneeling on one knee.

"My son, get up!" The old man's weak voice sounded slowly.

"Yes! Father!" Gramia Nerisi stood up when he heard the words.

"Come! Come here, let me see you!" The old king slightly raised his hand, patted the edge of the bed and said.

As Gramia Nerisi slowly approached, the muddy eyes of the old king gradually glowed with a look.

"Well, eh. Sure enough, the white knight should be soaring above the sky." Looking at the young prince who became more and more wise and mighty, the old king's face gradually turned red, and even the white spots that took up most of his face seemed to Time also faded a lot.

"Father! You are thin!" Gramia Nerisi looked at the old king sadly. The Windermere star is very physical, but the price is heavy. The average life span of Windermere stars is only one-third that of humans. 30 years. This is a number that all Windermere stars must know. For humans, the short span of thirty years was only the peak of life, but for the Windermere Stars, it was the time of death.

It's too short! It's too short! Gramia-Nerisi stretched out his hand to hold the old king's right hand, and thought silently. He couldn't understand why the original civilization that created them would take them so that the Windermere Stars would only live as short as thirty years. Seeing the old king who was still young and radiant a few years ago, but now becoming very old, Gramia Nerisi felt a tingling pain in his heart.

"What? My son? Are you tired after the war?" The old king found the young prince's distraction, and asked with concern.

Gramia Nerisi shook his head again and again, squeezing out a smile and said, "It's okay, I just thought of something. It's a little fascinating."

"Oh? My son. Are you talking about the song of the wind?" The old king said with a look of excitement.

The young prince nodded, and then told the old king what he had received from the archbishop.

"Really? Is the wind singer tired? What a pity! If it weren't for this incomplete body, I would also like to meet the wind singer." The old king said regretfully.

Gramia-Nerisi smiled bitterly, and after comforting the old king, he stayed with the old king until he fell asleep before gently leaving the vast bedroom.

Just as the silence was about to enshroud this bedroom, there was a slight noise.

"Have you heard it?" The old king's voice came from under the closed six wings.

"Yes! Your Majesty!" A voice rang from behind the bookcase placed on the side of the bed.

"Then, go! Whether it is the New United Army or the Hope Goddess Cult, they are not worthy of trust. The destiny of our Windermere people can only be in our hands." The old king's voice faintly sounded.

"Yes! Your Majesty!" There was another slight sound.

After that, there was a slight breathing sound slowly under the closed six wings.

A few days later, in the airspace near Windermere, a fleet of hundreds of warships was slowly gathering. With the gathering of these giants, a dignified pre-war atmosphere gradually shrouded from the void, firmly enclosing the sky above the fleet.

As the fleet moved slowly, a huge warship with a different shape from the other warships was swiftly heading towards the top of the road from the left and right warships to make way. The bridge is like a human skull. On the left, right and front of the bridge are huge main guns and a wide take-off runway. Behind the bridge are two sets of huge thrust power engines neatly distributed according to certain rules. . Such a unique shape is clearly the most proud and powerful battleship of the New United Army-MACROSS.

At this moment, on this MACROSS bridge, a man with a grimace looked at the surroundings in surprise and said: "Tsk! I didn’t expect you to get this battleship! I didn’t expect it! Obviously I never did. I haven't worked in it. You must know that every MACROSS has a record."

"Pious believers are willing to offer precious treasures to the religion." Bishop Alto, who also boarded the MACROSS, said these words with a constant expression.

"Religious? Hey! Hahahahaha! A joke!!" The metal-like voice suddenly laughed wildly. Had it not been for that terrifying grimace to cover up the man's face, I am afraid that Bishop Alto would be able to see that twisted smile.

"Don't tell me anything about God's religion! My decades of hard work have been ruined by you. Now I will come to help you, but only get what you need! Your Excellency First Bishop!" Grimace Man said sharply.

"I see! Then, please! Commanding battle is not my strong point!" Bishop Alto said respectfully after looking at the grimace man. The grimace man in front of him is the most mysterious existence of Hope Goddess Cult. Since the archbishop formed the Paladin Order, the Paladin Commander has always heard his voice and ignored him. It is the first time in the decades-long coaching career of Bishop Alto that I can see him with my own eyes and come into contact with him.

"Who is he?" Bishop Alto couldn't help but wonder.

"Let the order go on! Order the troops to speed up the assembly! Time waits for no one! If you still want to hope that Goddess Cult's great cause will succeed, give me 300% strength!!" The Grimian Man didn't know the doubts in Bishop Alto , But even if he knew it, he would only snorted disdainfully. For him, nothing is more important than the next action.

"Soon! Soon I will be able to show my powerful strength! You, wait for me!!" The grimace man looked at the assembled fleet and kept roaring in his heart.

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At the same time, He unexpectedly received an anonymous letter inexplicably. This paper-based anonymous letter passed through multiple strict inspection procedures before it was placed on the inexplicable desk. He inexplicably rubbed the soft paper texture a little unexpectedly, and kept wondering the origin of this letter. Although He inexplicably thought of many possibilities, he found nothing in the end.

"Forget it! Open it and take a look!" He frowned inexplicably, didn't want to, just opened the envelope and shook out the paper inside. As the paper was opened by He inexplicably, the content written on it was also displayed in front of He inexplicably.

He inexplicably changed his expression when he saw the content on the paper. After confirming the content again and again, he put his hands down, pressed the paper on the table, closed his eyes, and turned his mind quickly.

accident! What a surprise!

The content on the letter paper surprised He Inexplicably. The one who sent this letter was not anyone or any force that He had guessed, but a force that had never appeared in the original work. Windermere Star's Resistance Army, this is an underground organization established to help compatriots get rid of the shackles of the Goddess Sect of Hope. According to the information disclosed in the few sentences on the envelope, this self-proclaimed rebel organization had inquired a few days ago that the Goddess of Hope had assembled a powerful fleet with hundreds of warships at most in the airspace near Windermere Star. Attack the Ragnar Star. Therefore, in view of the principle that the enemy's enemy is a friend, the Resistance Army sent a warning.

"Resistance Army? What an unexpected development!" He inexplicably looked at the letter paper being pressed on the table, watching the few words that emerged from the gap between his hands and murmured.