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Edric's heart was pounding in his chest as he saw the orcish ship on the blurry flickering display, poised to strike like a wild beast. Ariel's intermittent voice echoed in his ears, each "calculating... calculating..." feeling like a powerless forewarning of the impending disaster. The sparks of the control room's circuits intertwined with Ariel's voice, creating a requiem before doomsday.
Edric took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm. He tightly gripped the control stick, maneuvering the mech to face the oncoming enemy. The enemy ship was approaching at an incredible speed, carrying a destructive force. Edric knew that this time, they might not be able to evade or counter as easily as before.
The system error of Ariel seems to have made Archangel's response even slower. Edric can only rely on his intuition and skills to deal with this sudden crisis. He focuses all his attention on the rapidly expanding image of the enemy ship, preparing to use Archangel's full arsenal to face this life-and-death battle.
A hint of despair flashes through Edric's heart, but more than that, there is a determination to protect this land and its people. He knows that even in the face of adversity, as the last of the knight family, he cannot give up. In this moment of life and death, Edric's eyes show only determination and courage, ready to face this blow, no matter the outcome.
Edric's gaze was fixed on the charging indicator of the rapid-fire cannon, desperately hoping it would reach the firing standard. However, reality was cruel as the charging indicator climbed slowly, far from reaching the minimum requirement for firing. At this critical moment, Edric realized he could no longer rely on the unprepared cannon. Time waits for no one, and facing the imminent threat of death, he had to take immediate action.
Turning to his right, the Death Chainsaw Sword was silently waiting. Without hesitation, Edric swiftly manipulated the right hand of Archangel, tightly gripping the Death Chainsaw Sword that represented the glory of the House of Heraldry warriors. He raised it with force, and the chainsaw on the sword began to spin wildly, emitting a deafening roar like the breath of the grim reaper, foreshadowing the impending bloodbath.
Edric's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, his determination set. Regardless of the outcome, he was ready to face this challenge. Confronting the orc warship charging towards him, he prepared for the final confrontation with the pride of a knight and the honor of his family. The Reaper's Chainsaw Sword raised high in the air, ready to leave a decisive mark between life and death. In this moment, Edric was no longer a lone knight, but a guardian, steadfast in his commitment to this land and its people, never retreating even in the face of adversity.
Huda'hu, blood staining his battle-worn clothes, his face covered in fresh blood, violently pushed the ship's throttle to the limit at the bow. Despite the severe external damage from the impact, the ship, under his control, continued to surge forward wildly, like a scarred yet fierce beast. The scars and blood on his face did not diminish his desire for battle; instead, they ignited the fervor within him even more.
He picked up the Communicator and shouted with all his might, his voice penetrating every corner of the ship and reaching the ears of every orc on the battlefield: "All Huda'hu Pirates Gang orcs, charge!" His voice was filled with the courage of challenge and determination, echoing across the battlefield like a final trumpet call.
The Communicator echoed with the angry and battle-hungry roars of the orcs. These roars were not just a response to Huda'hu, but also a desire for battle and a contempt for death. At that moment, Huda'hu was no longer fighting alone, but leading all the Orc pirates to face this battle of life and death together.
Huda'hu's eyes sparkled with madness, knowing this would be a fight to the death, but he never feared. In the hearts of every member of the Orc Pirate Gang, Huda'hu was their soul, leading them to break through the siege, facing all impossibilities as a hero. At this moment, they were ready to use their flesh and blood to break open the doors of destiny.
The ship, like a beast summoned by the god of fate, drew from Huda'hu's wild spirit and violently charged towards the indestructible mech. This dramatic duel was like the ancient legend of the bull and the matador, filled with a sense of tragedy and inevitable fate. In this moment of life and death, Huda'hu's spirit seemed to connect with another world, a deep whisper echoing in his ears, a call from battle and glory, telling him that only by dedicating his life to the fight could he achieve ultimate glory.
"Battle! Battle! Battle!!!" The sound was filled with determination and fervor. With his shout, the ship accelerated like an arrow leaving the bow, heading straight for the mecha. However, at this juncture between life and death, a seemingly divine force, like the thunderbolt of Zeus, violently cleaved the charging ship in half. In that instant, time seemed to freeze, followed by a violent explosion, as if a hellish sea of fire engulfed Huda'hu's body and consciousness, turning them into countless fragments.
At the moment of the explosion, Huda'hu's final roar still echoed in the air, but his figure had already vanished in the blast. In that moment, Huda'hu and his ship became sacrifices of the battle. His name would be passed down in the legends of the orcs, and his fervor and courage would be sung by future generations. But in this decisive battle, he became an eternal part, leaving behind only the endless sea of fire and the echoing call on the battlefield—"Battle! Battle! Battle!!!"
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