Chapter 78 I Will Return as a Shooting Star

Hearing the squadron leader's question, Blake glanced at the multi-function display on the right while charging.

According to his settings, this independent screen was displaying several strings of data calculated in real time by the combat assistance AI.

These data were the distance and relative speed between him and several main targets.

"The straight-line distance from the Reckless is 1,152 kilometers, and the relative speed is 25.6 kilometers per second"

While looking at these data, Blake aimed through his pupils and locked onto a charged particle turret on the side of the heavy cruiser in front under the real-time correction of the combat assistance AI.

The heavy particle cannon and the charged particle cannon on the rear weapon rack fired at the same time, and two beams, one blue and one white, hit the turret one after another.

The hemispherical 360° omnidirectional turret lost its original shape, like a cake that had been bitten by someone.

Blake's body moved, and the entire HCP twisted slightly to the left under the mapping of the control operating system.

At the same time, a large number of vector nozzles on the left side of the body also made an instantaneous ejection, forcibly moving the HCP to the right for a distance.

This evasive action based on the "strong magnetic field" warning allowed him to avoid the trajectory of the electromagnetic close-in defense gun in advance, and then the ambushing teammates also made up a shot to destroy the close-in defense weapon.

Taking advantage of this gap, Blake confirmed the distance and relative speed between himself and the Reckless for the last time, and glanced at the list of teammates who were already few in number, and then said in the communication channel:

"Captain, I will go to support the Reckless. According to the current distance and relative speed, I can arrive in 50 seconds!"

While reporting, he also sent a signal of "I will go first, see you in the next life" to the nearby friendly HCP.

Then, in the dazzling blue light bursting out of the propulsion array, he rushed directly to the position of the Reckless.

After receiving the signal, Blake's teammates immediately rushed between him and the enemy ship and set up a shield to cover his back.

After passing the heavy cruiser that had just been targeted, according to Blake's search priority, the position of the Reckless was quickly marked on the full-circle display screen.

Of the two high-speed destroyers that launched the assault, the other one, the Libra, had been sunk by a battleship of the Empire, and the Reckless had become the last hope at this moment.

"My own homeland must naturally be protected by myself!"

With such a belief, Blake raised the plasma propulsion array to the highest thrust.

The sudden burst of acceleration pressed him firmly on the seat. In this case, the main attitude control of the body has been temporarily handed over to the combat auxiliary AI for management.

The Empire HCP, who was desperately chasing the Reckless, ignored Blake who was chasing from behind at this moment.

Until the warning of "high energy reaction detected" sounded in the cockpit of one of them.

The surging heavy metal particle jet cut a "Fanatic" in half from behind, and the pilot in the cockpit was vaporized in an instant without even feeling the pain.

The remaining two "Fanatics" had no time to mourn for their deceased teammates.

One of them continued to chase the Reckless, and the remaining one turned around and attacked the "Dwarf Bear" driven by Blake without changing its course.

Blake had no intention of retreating. He used his shield to protect the cockpit and rushed forward to meet the oncoming torrential rain of attacks.

At the same time, the heavy particle cannon, the charged particle cannon, and the 50mm HCP-specific Gauss rifle in his hand were fully fired!

Head-on.

At this moment, the two HCPs entered a battle that had nothing to do with operation and technology, but only tested courage.

In the dense beam shooting, the distance between the two sides became closer and closer, and the deflection force field was almost running at overpower.

Blake kept hearing warnings of "Shield damaged!", "Deflection force field power decreased!", and "Right shoulder armor damaged!", and all that was left in front of him was the bursts of white light that burst out after the deflection force field was hit.

When the battle reached the last moment, the indomitable Blake seemed to regard himself as a kinetic interceptor and directly hit it with his shield.

The shields of both sides collided with each other, and the deflection force field also turned into a disordered electromagnetic vortex at the moment of contact.

Blake, who had the speed advantage, directly knocked the "Fanatical" into a deformed position.

Relying on the muscle memory implanted in the hard training, he raised his right arm and pressed the Gauss rifle against the opponent's cockpit to fire a round of zero-distance shots.

Then he pulled away before the Fanatic exploded.

Although he won this round of duel, Blake's HCP was not in a good state at this time.

The shield was almost completely damaged in the collision, and the vortex caused by the collision of the deflection force field not only paralyzed the deflection force field generator, but also temporarily made the two long-range weapons on the rear weapon rack unusable.

But the problem is that there is another Fanatic chasing the Reckless.

The picture magnified by the optical lens shows that this Fanatic seems to have lost all its long-range weapons, and is now taking out the physical heavy sword from its back.

"Are you Imperials fighting so hard?"

Blake couldn't help coughing, but felt a sweet taste in his throat. Obviously, the violent collision just now also hurt his body.

As if he had thought of something, Blake turned his head to look at Robert No. 4 which was so close at hand. It was still so magnificent and beautiful.

"Eve, abandon the weapon rack on your back, shut down the communication system and fire control system, and supply all energy to the power unit. Let me make one last charge!"

Blake threw away the Gauss rifle with empty ammunition, and also took a plain physical sword from his back. After the weapon rack was thrown away, he posed in a standard sword-holding sprint posture and rushed towards the last Zealot with all his strength.

The Zealot, which was targeted, seemed to realize something, and the blue trail behind it became more dazzling.

But the Dwarf Bear, which had thrown away all external weapons and shields and operated the plasma propulsion array at high power, still surpassed it in instantaneous thrust ratio.

When the Reckless began to descend its orbit and crossed the twilight line into the night hemisphere, the two "comets" finally met.

Blake ignored the warnings of "too high gravity! Abnormal body posture!" that kept ringing in the cockpit, and started a fierce melee with the Zealot who kept trying to use himself to impact the ship's propulsion array.

Every time the physical swords interlocked, it added a little more difficulty for both sides to control the posture of the machine.

Near the huge wake ejected by the main propulsion array of the Reckless, Blake and the Empire's HCP became two blue tracks, constantly intersecting, staggering, and then intersecting again.

Blake, who was luckier, or had better driving skills, finally stood to the end in this orbital melee with a decreasing altitude.

When watching the Empire HCP with a heavy sword inserted in the cockpit drifting farther and farther and beginning to show signs of disintegration, Blake finally woke up from the frenzy of the battle.

He soon found that he had been completely captured by the gravity of the planet and could not escape.

But Blake did not regret his decision.

He looked at the Reckless heading far away in a higher orbit through the optical lens image that had begun to become unclear.

This high-speed destroyer had opened a launch port, and autonomous communication terminals were constantly being deployed.

"Mission. Success."

The temperature in the cockpit became higher and higher, and dense warnings kept ringing like convulsions.

The final moment has arrived. A tear fell from the corner of Blake's eyes. He turned off all the alarms and tried his best to make the machine face the planet.

Looking at the mother planet that was about to embrace him, and remembering how his daughter looked when he last saw her, Blake smiled and opened his arms.

On the surface of Robert IV, in an automated farm in the North Continent.

A ten-year-old girl couldn't sleep tonight.

Even if she hugged a robot-shaped pillow that her father brought her home last time, she couldn't fall asleep.

When the time on the electronic clock in the room reached 3:30 in the morning, the little girl who had been tossing and turning got up from the bed holding the pillow.

Guided by a strange feeling, she put on her little bear coat and walked out of the house barefoot.

The farm at night was so quiet that she felt a little scared.

Just as the little girl was about to turn around and go back to the house, she seemed to sense something, and then looked up at the night sky.

I saw a ball of light crossing the sky at high speed, and constantly decomposing into more and smaller light points.

The little girl's eyes lit up, she opened her mouth with a missing front tooth, and said a word that she remembered clearly:

"Meteor!"

A gust of evening wind blew from a distance, blowing the little girl's hair.

At this moment, she seemed to hear a familiar voice ringing in her ears.

"Eve, Dad is back."