The intervention of the Corundian Giants did not fundantally solve the disadvantages of the attackers at range.
As much as the protected cannoneer chs were able to fire at their targets while enjoying the protection of their paired space knights, their damage output was quite limited compared to a true artillery ch.
The Transcendent Punishers were able to inflict three to four tis as much damage. They did not have to deal with as many logistical limitations as well, allowing them to do their jobs in a much more sustained fashion.
The attackers decisively ordered their chs forward. Thousands of lee chs from both pincers flew forward with rifleman chs following close behind.
The eleven expert chs brought by the enemy also followed suit. Their movents already made it clear that the expert pilots intended to support their regular counterparts.
It was too bad that their opponents had different intentions in mind.
Patriarch Reginald Cross scanned the enemy battle lines inside the cockpit of the Bolvos Rage. His powerful expert hybrid ch was surrounded by a boiling red glow that reflected the repressed fury of its pilot.
The Bolvos Rage was an expert ch designed to exact retribution upon the enemy!
His ti would co soon.
He completely disregarded the enemy standard chs. He held little interest in what passed for elites in the Komodo Star Sector. Their long centuries of peace severely curtailed the Friday Coalition's ability to put all of their theories to the test. Virtual combat against other soldiers from the other parts of the galaxy could only teach so much.
As far as the Crossers were concerned, the Fridayn were still playing at war!
"Their expert pilots aren't that much either." Reginald scoffed.
Although the distance between the two forces was still too far to resolve too many details about the enemy expert chs, from what he could sense, the Fridayn did not bring out their best for this battle.
The glows surrounding the eight chs flying close to the Fridayn elite ch units were less radiant. Reginald had heard that the Friday Coalition had resorted to employing third-rate expert pilots as their guest expert pilots. He imdiately suspected that all 8 Fridayn expert chs were piloted by foreigners.
"A state that has stagnated in peace can't even rely on their own ch pilots." Imaris Cross contemptuously remarked over the communication channel. "I can sll the ineptness from these third-rate expert pilots. They aren't accustod to their recently-issued expert chs."
Expert pilots had a way of sensing whether other pilots were fully in tune with their chs. The fluency of movents, the frequency of mistakes and the delay in actions were all telling signs to those who truly knew what it was like to pilot a powerful ch.
So far, the Crosser expert pilots were not impressed by their opposition.
Venerable Linda Cross examined the chs rather than their pilots.
"Their expert chs aren't even all that good aside from a couple of exceptions. They're basic and their materials are probably middling at best. The Fridayn must have been unwilling to expend too much strategic reserves on these extra expert chs."
"Don't look down on them too much." Patriarch Reginald sobered his mind a bit. "Respect their numbers if you can't respect their quality. Even we may fall into a losing trend if any of us have to fend off two diocre expert chs at the sa ti."
"That's what our helpers are for." Banner Cross said as his Leskin gestured at the thousands of chs backing them up. "As far as numbers are concerned, we enjoy an absolute advantage!"
Of course, much of the Glory Seeker and Crosser chs might fall at the end of the day. There was no way the enemy expert chs would go down without a fight!
Still, as far as the Crossers were concerned, they could mop up the Fridayman expert chs at their leisure after they took care of their true opponents.
The traitor clans knew quite well that the Cross Clan still retained a handful of powerful expert pilots.
The Praetors and Planats couldn't just send anyone to confront the likes of Patriarch Reginald Cross, who was rumored to be close to advancing to ace pilot!
"I see so old friends have co." The Cross Patriarch grimly spoke as the identities of the Praetor and Planat expert chs beca clear. "Our foes aren't as green as their Fridayman colleagues."
The Planat Clan dispatched just one expert ch, but it was a powerful one.
Reginald made an impulsive decision and attempted to hail the sole Planat expert ch.
Despite all of the interference produced by all of the explosions, weapon discharges and flying debris, a basic communication channel still ca into shape.
"Damira." Reginald greeted. "So you've co to finish the job, eh?"
The enemy middle-aged female ch pilot sighed. "For what it's worth, I disagreed with the decision made by the top. We should have fought against the Billard Tribe and the Chardon Tribe until the end. Instead, our elders decided that you Crossers aren't worthwhile friends and comrades-in-arms anymore. Saint Hemmington Cross burned a lot of bridges while he was alive."
Reginald's fury suddenly spiked!
"My father has always treated you Planats well! All of those complaints about the supposed injustices your clan has suffered at the hands of my father are pure excuses. He never neglected the rest of our tribe!"
"Hahaha!" The Planat expert pilot laughed. "You are incapable of recognizing the faults of your tyrannical father. Sure, he rewarded us for our contributions in battle. Sure, the Saint allowed us to grab a decent chunk of conquered territories. Yet that wasn't enough for him. He had to keep going. He had to keep fighting. We were barely finished with burying our dead before your gloryhound of a father pushed us into another war!"
"We had to take advantage of our montum. We can mourn and rest at any ti, but we would never be able to make so much progress if we stopped our conquests midway."
"Your warmonger of an ace pilot completely lost sight of the cost of his victories!" Venerable Damira Planat accused. It seed her patience was wearing thin! "Do you know the truth behind your Saint's death? We Planats and our fellow Praetors had enough of you Crossers. We didn't want to go down in flas with the rest of you, so we decided to jump ship ahead of ti."
Patriarch Reginald's eyes widened as shock started to overtake his fury. "Are you saying.."
"Hehehe." Venerable Damira seed to enjoy this conversation. "We didn't collude with the Billard Tribe and Chardon Tribe, if that's what you were wondering. No. We did sothing much simpler. We simply kept track of the positions of their ace chs and steered Lord Hemmington Cross towards them. I've heard that it was so easy to lead him around the nose because he was always looking for more targets to attack!"
"THIS IS UNFORGIVABLE!" Reginald roared!
The Bolvos Rage burst out in red as its resonance glow intensified! Patriarch Reginald could not handle the supposed truth behind Saint Hemmington Cross' demise!
Red suffused the expert ch's vision as he only had Venerable Damira Planat's expert ch in his sights.
He knew her expert ch well. It was an impressive lee ch with a set of complex transformable lee weapons. They could shift in many different forms according to what Venerable Damira liked to wield in a situation.
Back when the Cross Clan and the Planat Clan were part of the sa tribe, Patriarch Reginald had the pleasure of fighting alongside Venerable Damira several tis.
She piloted a weapon master ch, which was a special type of lee ch.
He witnessed her incredible mastery in wielding swords, axes, spears, halberds and many other weapon types.
What was even more impressive was that Venerable Damira often changed the shape and configuration of her transformable weapons at a very high frequency.
In one blow, her opponent might be blocking a sword, only for it to transform into an axe that wrenched the shield aside by hooking onto its edge. In another split second, that axe might morph into a spear that instantly stabbed into exposed ch!
This was only the simplest sequence. The Erin Tear was capable of executing millions of permutations!
Anyone who fought her up close would constantly have to be on guard against sudden transformations.
Though Lord Reginald might not be the best expert pilot to face the Erin Tear, he no longer considered all of these matters. He ignored every other factor on the battlefield including his fellow Crosser expert pilots and concentrated all of his fury on the expert ch of the Planat Clan.
His honor demanded that he must defeat Venerable Damira Planat and her Erin Tear in person! He would not rest until his Bolvos Rage chopped its axe straight through the cockpit of the expert weapon master ch!
"YOU MUST REPAY YOUR TREACHERY WITH YOUR BLOOD!" He roared!
The Bolvos Rage accelerated forward like a searing red cot!
"Hah!" Venerable Damira Planat grinned. "If you want to harvest my blood, you have to get past my weapons first! Let put you down like the rabid dog you are. I will exterminate the remnants of your pathetic clan after this fight!"
Her Erin Tear shot forward like an orange sun!
Venerable Damira was not afraid of her old battle comrade! Even though Patriarch Reginald Cross was considerably stronger than her in terms of resonance strength, she was suprely confident in her chances!
The actions of the two expert pilots triggered the others into moving forward as well!
The Amphis, Venerable Linda Cross expert space knight, steadily flew towards the Trost.
Piloted by Venerable Kelvin Praetor, the Trost was a hybrid ch that excelled in mid-range destruction. It possessed a variety of arms that were exceptionally suited to mow down large amounts of enemies.
Up close, the Trost was ard with powerful flathrowers that could roast any ch at close range into ashes!
The Trost was too tough to be taken down from range with ease. Venerable Linda already recognized that her Amphis was the best ch to fight against the Trost.
The latter expert ch fared much worse against heavily-armored opponents. The Amphis not only possessed exceptional defense, but also possessed ans to mitigate incoming heat and energy!
Venerable Imaris Cross targeted the remaining traitor expert ch. His expert light skirmisher rapidly advanced towards the Imperial Verdict, the expert spearman ch piloted by Venerable Albert Praetor.
The Imperial Verdict was a renowned expert ch that had won many duels with its iconic trident and shield.
Not only was Venerable Albert Praetor a master at wielding the trident, the Imperial Verdict also possessed considerably greater acceleration and agility than was typical of a dium ch.
Only a faster ch such as Venerable Imaris' Conavis r was capable of keeping the Imperial Verdict busy!
As for winning the duel, Venerable Imaris had no such intentions in mind. Venerable Albert Praetor excelled at 1-on-1 duels, and so did his expert ch!
That left Banner Cross free to choose his opponents. While he wanted to co to the aid of his fellow Crosser expert pilots, he could not ignore the presence of 8 Fridayman expert chs.
While the standard chs of the Glory Seekers and the Cross Clan were already starting to put a lot of pressure on them, his Leskin was needed to contain the Fridayman expert chs even further!
As Venerable Banner Cross was about to make his move, he instinctively jerked his Leskin to the side as more than twenty resonance-empowered beams raked the area where his ch had just been!
"Tch!"
If his ch wasn't so mobile and possessed such powerful boosters, his ch would have been struck by the sudden attacks!
The Leskin imdiately began to retaliate by firing a beam that struck one of the quasi-expert chs accompanying the Charlemagne!
"I only have one rifle, but that's enough to teach you a lesson!"
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