"The solar wind doesn't change."

"Expected to reach S3 flare series in three seconds."

The long-awaited wind finally blows.

The frozen sea, the pale and withered wheat fields, the streets with no pedestrians—

This piece of land floating in the cosmic space seems to have an inviolable silence.

There is a beautifully polished stone tablet in the corner of the ice field, on which is engraved the outline of the "Treaty of Julius" signed here.

Yes, this is the wreck of the "Julius VII", the land of tragedy.

The earth at the bottom of the hourglass is surrounded by a sea that boils rapidly due to decompression, but freezes and takes shape in an instant.

"The Exotic Land Reclamation of Vegetable Skeletons"

Countless wires are densely wound around, and the high-tension strings that form the outer wall are also attached to a little bit of self-healing glass residue.

At this point, some sort of starter with large digital panels is installed all over the place and has been entered by the work crew.

Sato sternly shouted at the MS and the work class who were still working: "Quick action! ---How about Unit 9?"

"Yes! It'll be ready soon!"

This response also revealed a unique discipline of discipline.

"Alan...Christine..."

Looking at this familiar and dead world.

Sato looked down at the photo on the dashboard.

Sato, wearing a Zaft military uniform, hugged a beautiful woman side by side in the sun, and the smiles on their faces were so sweet...

Sato deeply apologized to them in his heart for doing such an act of disturbing the deceased.

But he had to do it, and there was a reason why he had to do it.

Over the innocent dead, ignoring the innocent souls who died unjustly.

The instigators of the war and those who did not fulfill their duty of protection, trampling on the bodies of the innocent dead, signed a self-satisfying peace treaty—

"The released particles are sure to arrive. The countdown to the flare engine starts."

"—The particle arrives!"

"Flare engine on...!"

Sato slowly took off in the air with the high-mobility Keen-2 of his love machine, and listened to the countdown condescendingly.

This is the weight of the tombstone of the deceased, the final redemption for the souls of the unjustly dead, and the justice and justice of the innocent dead.

As the countdown ends.

The starting devices tied to the strings were activated one after another, and the running lights also came on one by one.

Seen from a distance, this scene is like a huge Christmas tree starting to light up, which fills Sato's heart with an inappropriate warmth and emotion.

Although the wreckage of the satellite flickering with small electric lights is beautiful, at this moment, it is already a murder weapon that terrifies the world.

The solar wind is caused by solar flares.

The corona above the sunspot releases the energy contained in the area at one time, this phenomenon is called a flare, and the plasma flow emitted at the same time is the true face of the solar wind.

The charged particles of the solar wind will take away the magnetic field of the sun, and any object wrapped by this magnetic field will generate magnetism itself, and will attract or repel with other magnetic objects.

The role of the flare engine is to turn the entire solar system into a huge motor.

The electricity generated by the underground power generation of Julius VII sends an electric current through a wire wound on a high-tension string.

In doing so, they became electromagnetic coils, coating Julius VII with a powerful magnetic field.

This magnetic field will interact with the magnetic field of the solar wind to generate a repulsive force, and then push this huge tombstone towards the earth.

This force is not too large for the size of Bijunius, but once Julius VII is pushed out of orbit, the latter will slide down and land under the pull of gravity.

Flying gracefully to the goal set by Sato and the others——

"Go, our tombstone...!"

Watching this scene, Sato announced loudly: "—The world has forgotten the lamentation, it is ignorant of the truth, and full of deceit! This time, we will guide it! Let the world go on the right path!"

This is his declaration of war on the world.

It was also the voice of all Junius souls present.

——

"Don't be angry, Thalia, it's not what I expected it to be."

In the room where only a small lamp was lit, the man said softly.

Whenever she hears this sound, Thalia always thinks of bitter chocolate that melts in the mouth.

She turned over and turned her back to the man: "I didn't let you in the room just to comfort you!"

"Um."

The man in the bathrobe stared at the electronic screen in front of him and replied without raising his eyes.

Thalia, wrapped in a blanket, half turned her head and glanced at him.

Speaker Durandal, with black hair and a shawl, has already restrained his expression, reviewing the boring official documents switching page by page on the screen as usual.

How did this relationship come about in the first place—

Whenever she saw him like this, Talia couldn't help but raise this question in her heart.

If someone asks, I'm afraid she can only answer - the ghost knows.

In fact, she had known for a long time that someone was secretly saying that Talia Kuradis got the captain's position through beauty.

Of course, it would be a lie to say that she had no such thoughts at all.

It's just that for her, Durandal was the type that would make her want to get into trouble, so the two developed this kind of relationship unknowingly, and she didn't ask for any merit, so she was assigned to be a new type of ship the captain.

It just turned out to be exactly what I expected.

Thalia was already confident and knew that she was absolutely capable of taking on this position.

But thinking of this, she couldn't help but think of Durandal's attitude to intervene in the ship's affairs.

The hard-won supplier of the captain's throne was sitting behind, which made it extremely difficult for her to do so.

"Captain, the Supreme Council is calling Speaker Durandal on Channel One."

Suddenly, the tranquility before going to sleep was broken by a rapid electronic sound.

Thalia couldn't help but turn to look at the man on the bed.

Durandal put down his work and nodded to meet Thalia's gaze.

Although Talia was a little angry, she still wrapped herself in the sheet and got out of bed to answer.

——

"What did you say?"

In the officer's room, Cagalli was shocked by the news brought by Durandal and Thalia.

It's not just her, I'm afraid everyone will have the same reaction when they hear it.

"Julius Seven is moving... how could this be?"

Cagalli thought it was incredible, almost as impossible as the moon falling.

Speaker Durandal also looked solemn.

"It's not clear why - but it's moving, and it's not slow, and it's on the most dangerous track."

Although his tone was heavy, it was still so smooth.

Isn't this person surprised by such a big event——Cagalli came up with this idea out of nowhere.

She always felt that Durandal seemed to have a hard time conjuring up words like panicked or in a hurry.

"This point, the ship has confirmed."

Captain Thalia re-emphasized the authenticity of the news.

Aslan, who was standing beside Cagallie, also seemed shaken, and couldn't help but ask, "But, why does this happen?"

Why - the more when these three words don't work, the more people can't help but say it, as if things will change after hearing the answer or reason.

"Meteorite impact...or some other coincidence..."

Durandal shook his head, his eyes were somewhat complicated and he said, "Anyway, it is indeed moving now, and it is still heading towards the earth."

Cagalli's back shivered.

Colonial satellites are about ten kilometers in diameter.

"What if it falls? Orb—no, what about Earth?"

She couldn't help crying.

If a colony satellite with a diameter of ten kilometers falls to the earth, the harm it brings is absolutely devastating.

Ten kilometers, there will be at least 30 million square kilometers of coverage.

It's still on the mainland, if it's on the ocean—

As an island nation, Orb will probably disappear in a while.

Durandal replied immediately: "Now the colony is trying its best to find out the reason and also looking for ways to avoid it."

"This accident is really no trivial matter. I have to apologize to you first, Princess. I have issued a special order for the Minerva to rush to Julius VII immediately."

Hearing this, Cagalli came back to her senses.

I saw Durandal bowing his head gently, and solemnly continued:

"Fortunately, the location of this ship is not far from it, please don't take offense, Princess."

"Of course, it may be difficult to say, but we will try our best to put you in direct contact with your country."

Captain Thalia seemed to see her urgency, and added softly: "We are also making arrangements. I hope to meet the welcoming shuttle ship earlier."

"Okay... I'm sorry..."

Cagalli lowered her head involuntarily.

At this time, she has become a burden...

"Noel."

Just when Durandal sent Kagalli and Aslan away, Durandal suddenly stopped Noel.

Noel stopped and looked over.

Thalia looked back and forth between the two, then turned around and left with Aslan and Cagalli.

Soon, only Noel and Durandal were left in the room.

"What do you guys want to do?"

Because of the absence of external personnel, Nuoer was relatively lazy at this time, and his attitude became more casual.

"Nothing, I'm just curious why you're not surprised at all."

Durandal said with a smile.

"Who told you that surprise must be put on your face?"

Nuoer asked back, and without waiting for Durandal to react, Nuoer continued to smile: "Besides, aren't you so surprised?"

"You sure know something."

Durandal couldn't help squinting his eyes when he heard the words, and said if he meant something.

"Don't worry, all I know is what I should know, and I don't know anything about what I shouldn't know."

Noel doesn't deny it, and there's really nothing to deny it.

Durandal's purpose and his own are in a sense overlapping.

"Do you think I'm crazy and cold-blooded?"

After pondering for a moment, Durandal asked Noel.

"Are you talking about me?"

Noel asked back: "Or is there something in it that I don't know."

"I think it should be gone."

Durandal heard Noel's implication.