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PHASE 35 . BEREFT
The new type of Clibanarii moved deftly, rotating, pulling the entire Clibanarii belonging to the western alliance and bringing it down. Adnan was stunned to see it from the dashboard screen that was deliberately sent by Erick. Just this time he saw that kind of Clibanarii. Incredible, like a predator in the middle of a war.
Meanwhile, Erick is struggling on the control of Analemma who began to fly slightly closer to the position of the slender Clibanarii. Apparently, the Clibanarii knew of its existence, seen from its changing movements and seemed to be targeting the iron bird. One hand extended out instantly, aiming at Analemma.
“Sial!” ogot Erick. He flew up quickly, trying to avoid that shot of Clibanarii.
A few minutes later, a bullet quickly chased after Analemma. Erick kept trying
not too panicked, although in the end Adnan contacted him to bring up the face on the cockpit screen.
“That's a missile of MM-31,” type Adnan said.
“K-you know?” Erick asked. “Where do you know, hey?”
“Sarkan has a remote camera system to keep an eye on the movement of the enemy, Erick. Everything is clear from here,” replied Adnan so calmly. “Bring the bullet to the mountainous part at the coordinates of 3,1.”
Erick speechless. His ugly thoughts started to synergize in his brain. I don't know, the envy of not being able to control Sarkan started to ponder him back. “Alright,” he said later.
“Be careful, there are three behind you!”
Erick flinched and checked the screen. Sure enough, there were at least three guided missiles following him now. He's whining. Is that Clibanarii really after him now? Even though there are still many troops of the western alliance that can be managed. Fuck up!
The brunette brought Analemma according to Adnan's instructions. Well, anyway, Adnan is more good
in terms of strategy compared to his new self weighing the rank of captain in this squad.
Meanwhile, from inside Sarkan, Adnan sighed. He also just realized that Sarkan has a remote camera system and this really benefits him. As a member of the military who used planes more often than the Clibanarii, Adnan was not a shrewd man to control the Clibanarii like the Sarkan.
“Alright, then how now?” muttered.
A hook bracelet on the right side caught his attention from the very beginning of the Clibanarii. It was black with a color as red as lava rolling there. He remembered that Oscar forbade to use it even in a desperate situation, either for what reason Adnan did not know.
In fact, the more forbidden, it makes Adnan curious. He touched the bracelet.
“Ad!” Erick's shout from the earphones obscures all.
Adnan is back on the mission. “You did it?” tanyakanya.
The brunette boy cleared his throat. “Quite tiring,” said. “But, you have to see, Ad. Our team!”
Adnan checked the number of troops the western alliance had. He frowned sharply. The number of troops has drastically reduced. All this was because of the new Clibanarii.
“Sial!” objurgation.
It is certain that the orange Clibanarii is heading towards him now. Plunked some Clibanarii
the one protecting Sarkan was now quite easy for him, let alone its slim size making it easy for him to overtake and destroy several Clibanarii at once.
Analemma appeared to fly around towards the eastern alliance's Clibanarii and began firing missiles. Nahas, the missile was rejected outright. Absolutely no one had managed to break through his defense. This made Erick annoyed. Moreover, the Clibanarii again threw a missile at him.
“We're not playing a game, Stupid!” as the young man.
“Captain, behind you!” jennifer from the earphones. He did not cut communication with the captain of his army.
Jennifer turned her plane around, approaching Analemma. His iron bird darted constantly and immediately crashed into a missile that was sliding through the boundary of the atmosphere between Analemma and himself.
Netra Erick intercepted when she saw the explosion back there. Big enough for a plane
Erick gulped down the saliva. Jennifer's communication channel was cut off instantly, leaving a faint hoarse trail there. He sighed, trying to let go of everything that had happened.
Death will surely be faced by every soul, inseparable from the name of war. In the present, survival is considered like finding a needle in the middle of a haystack. Erick and Adnan, ever since they were educated in the military, have both been taught to face death at all times. No matter how they die later, but clearly, losing is one of the things that cannot be avoided.
“Erick,” call Adnan Ogre.
Erick. “I'm sorry,” said.
Adnan nodded. “Continue the mission.”
The brunette man cleared his throat slowly. His hand moved around the control of Analemma to swoop deftly, turning to attack the rival Clibanarii. The iron bird began firing missiles, aiming for the weakest point of the orange-white robot. Shooting into the joints is now very difficult because the smoke plume that blends with the explosion and snowfall down there makes the vision blurred.
Seeing his partner seem overwhelmed, Adnan's hands clenched. He was eager to help Erick, but the fact that the young man forbade him to go forward still had to be obeyed by him. The captaincy is now held by Erick. So as much as possible Adnan did not want to violate it or actually he was afraid that his friend would rampage at him like a child later.
Through the dashboard screen of Sarkan, Adnan saw the orange Clibanarii began to emit smoke from the bottom corner of his leg. Her blue net broke into a flash. This was the thing he feared the most when dealing with Clibanarii.
The Clibanarii began to ascend, leaving a strange wryness on the ground, and flew towards Analemma. Erick held his breath, seeing Clibanarii's movements getting closer and closer to his reach.
“Come, Erick. You can do it,” murmured.
Both of his hands squeezed tightly onto Analemma's control lever, slightly sweating. His body began to tremble. Her eyes
the bright brown one was closed for a moment.
“Erick, coordinates 1.3!” adnan shouted from behind the earphones.
Erick opened the manic. “Alright, Ad,” he said. “Give me time to stall it.”
Adnan does not chim. He was quite made speechless by the conditions of the battlefield that were beyond his expectations.
His blue net turned to the right, where the black bracelet again attracted attention. His hand was about to touch her. Something like pulling himself back on a person's past. Quite faint and made a shock in his chest.
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Meanwhile, Erick is still fighting evasion, even avenging the damn Clibanarii attack. Him
clucked. His missile space was already nearing its limit and he couldn't possibly spend it all now. The war continued until his father—Frederick Hubert— allowed the army to retreat. Until now, his father had not contacted him again even though it was detected still connecting communication channels.
The brown-haired youth's attention was chaotic, branching out between worrying about his troops below and above
there's what's starting to get drunk. He also had to focus on Clibanarii who was now chasing him.
A missile slid towards Analemma.Erick again cursing violently. It was difficult for him to return the missile to the mountains given the lack of access by the western alliance in the area. He had no choice but to turn around and attempt to manipulate the situation while occasionally searching for the whereabouts of a guided missile in Analemma that he had not known until now.
Until finally, something made the movement of Analemma stop. The guided missile that was chasing him exploded, breaking down its constituent materials filling the space. A glowing orange eye kidnaps Erick's sight. The Netra looked at him, inserting a sense that the brunettes had never seen before.
Meanwhile, behind Dashboar Sarkan, Adnan's gaze widened, welcoming all the desires that he had never felt in a lifetime. His hands clenched tightly, obediently doing something that had been forbidden by Oscar.
It was never in Adnan's mind when an explosion in the air was created. Right on that plane
driven by his friend. Right at the point where Analemma is in the grip of the enemy Clibanarii.
“Erick!!”
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