Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Black Wing Gundam Warrior

“Full speed ahead! Get out of the enemy’s firing range!”

“No way! There are too many of them! We can’t escape!”

“What in the world is Blackflame doing?!” Since earlier, Barquilu had been frustrated with Hao Ren’s lack of initiative.

No sooner had she spoken than the Black Heretic abruptly began to tremble, black mist pouring from its frame, enveloping the entire machine—much like Hao Ren’s previous episode.

“Reporting, Captain! That’s the black MS not mentioned in the reports!” Nicole, eager to prove himself, hoped this would exempt him from punishment later.

“An intruder? Or a player?” Captain October muttered under his breath.

It seemed this captain wasn’t a player, but likely someone’s summoned creature.

“Wow! The white one’s Unicorn, so could the black one be Banshee?” A young Asian man wearing glasses shouted excitedly from his green Zaku.

“May, shut up! Enough nonsense, use your scouting skill already!” Beside him, a red-haired Caucasian woman in another Zaku snapped impatiently.

“February, are you on your period today? You’re so irritable.” May grumbled but obediently activated his scouting skill. “Another 10 LP gone, requesting reimbursement from the team fund!”

“When have you ever not been reimbursed? Hurry and share what you’ve found.” February made a threatening gesture toward the screen.

The other two machines were piloted by Zeon army grunts.

Soon, the black mist dispersed, and the Black Heretic underwent another transformation.

On the screens of the three Zeon players, the info of the machine within the black fog appeared.

Unit: Blackwing Warrior
Stats: HP 19,500/19,500, EN 220/220, Attack 36, Defense 26, Agility 34, Mobility 8
Adaptability: Space A, Air A, Ground B, Water B
Weapons: Chrysanthemum Katana Type II, Automated Anti-Air Vulcan Cannon, Twin-Barrel Burst Beam Rifle, Palm Cannon, Shadow Mines
Special Skills: Black Particle Field, Bioweapon System

“Looks like trouble…” February frowned, her crossed arms making her imposing figure even more conspicuous.

“Damn! Not just trouble—those stats are on par with the top boss units in this scenario, ‘Freedom’ and ‘Justice’!” May frantically pounded the control panel, cursing his poor little Zaku and sneaking a glance at February’s screen.

Unit: Zaku II
Stats: HP 8,640/8,640, EN 80/80, Attack 13, Defense 13, Agility 16, Mobility 5
Adaptability: Space B, Ground B, Water C
Weapons: Thermal Axe, Grenade, Zaku Machine Gun, Zaku Bazooka

The overall difference was more than double; his Zaku was nothing but a moving XP farm before the Blackwing Warrior—a weakling with a combat strength under 5.

Those special skills were also intriguing—this was May’s first time seeing an MS with special abilities. Unfortunately, his scouting skill wasn’t high enough to reveal details.

“Was this unit in the original series?” October stroked his chin.

“I can say with certainty: no! But judging by its appearance, it’s similar to the Astray series. The Chrysanthemum Katana is equipment for the Red Astray, and those wings and twin-barrel burst beam rifle are from Wing Zero EW in the ‘Wing Chronicles.’ Who knows which genius did the modding.” May adjusted his glasses, flipping through his notebook quickly.

The Blackwing Warrior stood, shook its wings, and suddenly charged straight toward the Zaku group.

“Scatter! Open fire at will!” October’s eyes widened as he issued commands. All seven units, including the G Weapon, unleashed a barrage at the Blackwing Warrior, who didn’t alter its path.

However, the black particles surrounding Blackwing Warrior refracted all the beams.

“It’s the Black Particle Field! Beams are ineffective! Switch to live ammo!” The ineffectiveness of their beams hit the trio hard, but they weren’t ones to sit and wait for death.

All five Zakus drew grenades and bazookas, recklessly firing at Blackwing Warrior.

Calm and collected, Blackwing Warrior drew the Chrysanthemum Katana Type II, deftly deflecting all physical projectiles with the blade’s back.

“Damn it! How are we supposed to play like this!” May was about to smash his keyboard. Where was the promise of all players starting with basic units?

“Captain Creuzer, you’re really going to get us all killed this time.” Diego felt the urge to desert; given his behavior after being captured in SEED’s later episodes, it was clear he had zero integrity.

“I sincerely apologize for my earlier remarks.” On the bridge of the Archangel, everyone unconsciously paused, and Barquilu corrected her complaint about Hao Ren.

“Why is it only chasing me?!” At this point, Captain October had lost all authority. The Blackwing Warrior, for reasons unknown, pursued him alone. Was it because his unit was red?

Though the High Mobility Zaku was much faster than the original, it was child’s play compared to Blackwing Warrior. The surrounding Zakus, brandishing their thermal axes for close combat, were swatted away by Blackwing Warrior’s wings one by one.

Four flashes of cold light—October’s red Zaku was sliced into a wreck. Next, the left palm pressed against the Zaku’s abdomen, and a palm cannon pierced the cockpit. October had no time for last words; his body was vaporized by the cannon’s intense heat.

February and May now had only one thought in their minds: Escape!

The enemy had ruthlessly eliminated their captain, clearly incapable of negotiation. If they didn’t flee now, they’d soon become XP themselves!

Seeing that the Blackwing Warrior paused after dispatching their captain, the four remaining Zakus fled in panic, heading straight for their warship, their movement painfully predictable.

But Blackwing Warrior had no intention of letting them go.

Sheathing the Chrysanthemum Katana, it raised the twin-barrel burst rifle and unleashed a map-wide blast in the direction of the fleeing Zakus.

A massive yellow beam swept through the four Zakus, annihilating them along with the distant Zeon “Magellan-class battleship,” leaving not a scrap behind.

Such is the fate of predictable movement—after their captain gave up first blood, they promptly offered up second, third, fourth, and fifth blood, and the killer even took down their tower.

Blackwing Warrior achieved a pentakill! Blackwing Warrior is now rampaging!

The twin-barrel burst rifle’s power to destroy a colonial satellite was no joke—even if it was a replica.

Three black badges were lifted by black particles and flew into Blackwing Warrior’s cockpit.

Blackwing Warrior holstered its rifles, turned, and swept its gaze over the ZAFT quartet, who had at some point ceased fire.

The four shivered with dread.