Constitutional Authority-class Super Dreadnought Hangar Bay

Dark Side of the Moon; Code Geass Universe

In the hangar bay of the Constitutional Authority-class Super Dreadnought, nestled on the dark side of the moon within the Code Geass universe, the Salvatians stood in perfect formation. Members from the Grand Army of Salvatia, the Vindictarium Order, and the Black Death Legion all waited in silence, their eyes fixed ahead, anticipating the arrival of their leader. The massive blast door slowly creaked open, revealing Xavier Salvador, the Supreme Leader, walking steadily towards them, his steps echoing through the vast expanse of the hangar. His arrival signaled the beginning of a new campaign that would alter the course of this universe.

A male canine kobold officer, standing at attention, called out with unwavering respect. "The Sovereign Excellency has arrived! Salute to our supreme leader!"

As Xavier approached, every soldier and officer in the hangar snapped to attention, offering him a synchronized salute. Xavier stepped onto a large iron box, standing above them all, his gaze sweeping over the assembled forces. When the salute was lowered, he spoke, his voice filled with authority and unwavering resolve.

"Proud soldiers of the Salvatians," he began, his tone commanding and firm, "we have arrived in this universe, a place where conflict has been ignited by those who have brought destruction upon themselves. They are creating their own ruin, a future where none of them will thrive."

Xavier's voice grew even more resolute. "It is true that Old Humanity has always been driven by selfishness and greed, waging wars for conquest and world domination. We could simply ignore them, let them destroy each other, but there are those out there who suffer at the hands of oppression, corruption, and discrimination from these so-called superpower nations. It is our duty to liberate them, to destroy our enemies, and to establish a new order—an order forged by us. Only we can offer them a future better than the one they know now. Only we can reshape the world, for ourselves and anyone who chooses to collaborate with us in my grand vision."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "The Holy Britannian Empire believes itself to be superior. They justify their expansionist war with the delusion that the world must be united under their rule. They claim that inequality is natural, that some are meant to dominate while others are subjugated. Under their regime, people are oppressed, treated not as humans, but as animals. But mark my words—" Xavier's voice grew louder with fiery conviction, "we are going to war against them! We will crush their so-called empire, turning it to ash! We will show them the consequences of embracing social Darwinism!"

The hangar bay erupted with a chorus of cheers, the Salvatians fired up and eager for the fight to come. Xavier raised a hand, calling for silence, before continuing with his speech.

"As we wage this war, we must not overlook other superpower nations, such as the European Union and the Chinese Federation," he said, his tone shifting to one of calculated strategy.

He began with the European Union. "The United Republic of Europia, or the EU, as they call themselves, is a federal republic born from the ashes of the French Revolution. A revolution that toppled the monarchies and defeated the British Empire under Napoleon Bonaparte. But after Napoleon was betrayed and executed, the republic was twisted into something far darker. Now, the EU is nothing more than a hypocritical entity, replacing the old aristocracy with a capitalist version. In their so-called democracy, manipulation runs rampant. Elections are decided by popularity, and those who threaten the self-interest of the elite are eliminated, often through ruthless means. This is the true nature of their so-called republic."

Xavier's voice grew colder as he spoke of the EU's failures. "They reveal their racist tendencies by forcing Japanese people into internment camps, rather than offering them refuge when Japan falls under Britannian control. They use them as disposable soldiers, even resorting to using child soldiers—mere teenagers. They dare to call themselves a republic under the guise of democracy. But not Salvatia. I know that if I had chosen to be a mere president instead of accepting the title of Supreme Leader, others would have exploited me, manipulated me, and torn apart the foundation I've built for our people and society."

He scoffed, mocking the notion of democracy. "No, we are not just another republic. We are Salvatia, and we will forge our own path, one free of the corruption and deception that plagues the world."

Xavier Salvador stood before his assembled forces, his expression a mixture of fury and resolve. "The EU government has been plagued by internal crises for far too long," he began, his voice unwavering. "Many of its officials have only secured their positions through bribes, scandals, and nepotism, placing their selfish desires above the needs of the people and the nation. The bureaucrats are corrupt, their inefficiency boundless. They cannot be trusted or reformed; they are incapable of leading this broken system toward progress." His gaze swept across the room, his words biting as he continued. "The EU military is fractured, divided into separate factions instead of a united force. The soldiers lack the discipline and fighting spirit needed to take on the mighty Euro-Britannia Empire, a tributary state of Britannia itself. The officers and commanders are nothing but self-serving snobs, driven by ambition and personal gain. Their internal rivalries have undermined military efforts, leading to disastrous failures." Xavier paused, allowing the gravity of his words to settle in. "And in Africa, the Europeans have created colonial territories, treating the Africans as less than human, just as the Britannians treat their own conquered people as expendable. They are no better than Britannia itself. These actions are unforgivable, and the EU will face the consequences."

After a brief silence, Xavier turned his attention to the Chinese Federation. "Now, the Chinese Federation," he said with a sharp edge to his voice. "It is nothing but an outdated, industrialized monarchy, ruled by a young girl who claims the title of empress. But the truth is far darker. The High Eunuchs, those who wield the true power, use the empress as little more than a puppet. They live in luxury, while the common people suffer in poverty, enduring harsh conditions in the rural territories. Oppression and discrimination run rampant, all because the wealthy elites and military officials believe their status entitles them to control the populace. They progress not for the people, but for their own selfish gain, silencing anyone who dares threaten their grip on power."

Xavier took a deep breath, the weight of his words pressing down on the room. He steadied himself, then continued, his voice filled with determination. "My warriors, my predictions have revealed the truth of this universe. It is our rightful duty to intervene and put an end to this madness. Once we take control, a new order will rise—one where everyone will prosper under our rule. We have the numbers, the weapons, and the arsenals to overwhelm them. They have been fortunate up until now, because no one has had the strength to stop them from evading justice. But that ends today. The consequences they have long avoided will now come crashing down upon them, and they will feel the brutal pain they so rightfully deserve."

His gaze swept across the room, and his voice grew more passionate. "We fight for one purpose: victory! The unity that binds us together makes us unstoppable. No, it makes us stronger than ever! Powerful! Unity is coexistence, and coexistence is power! We must unleash our fighting spirits, for we are Salvatians, and we will take on anyone who dares stand in our way. Remember this day—it is the day our enemies fall!"

The hangar erupted in a collective war cry, the Salvatians rallying behind their leader with fervor, ready to destroy their enemies and bring about a new world order. Xavier's words had ignited a fire in their hearts, and they stood poised for action, ready to liberate the oppressed and build a future under Salvador's cause.

"Pilots!" Xavier barked, his voice cutting through the air. "Get to your mecha fighters, to your frames, to your aircraft! Infantry, prepare yourselves for deployment. A new mission awaits, and I want everyone ready. I don't want to see a single soul unprepared when the battle begins!"

Without hesitation, the forces sprang into action. Pilots rushed to their mecha fighters, frames, and aircraft, while the infantry gathered their weapons, equipment, and magical staffs, each of them filled with the anticipation of the coming battle. The time for war had arrived.

Xavier Salvador summoned the high-ranking officers from three different military factions, ready to issue new orders for their upcoming missions.

"I need a small fleet dispatched to various locations," Xavier began, his voice steady and authoritative. "General Larkdow, you will lead the operation to the North Pole to establish a base. General Hopperfield, you will head to the South Pole and do the same."

"Yes, sir!" General Larkdow, a male lizardfolk, responded with a firm salute.

"Understood!" General Hopperfield, a male rabbit wildfolk, nodded in agreement.

Turning to the others, Xavier's gaze sharpened as he addressed the next set of leaders. "High Magistrate Korrath, Gray Sage Aelorian, and Knight Lord Ekerbold, I have assigned you to a remote island in the far reaches of Area 11. There, you will find a dormant temple that has been untouched for many years. Your mission is to occupy the temple and establish a base for us. I need you to investigate the power known as Geass that exists in this universe. If we encounter any rare individuals with Geass abilities, we must have the means to nullify their effects."

"The Vindictarium Order shall answer your command, Supreme Leader," Gray Sage Aelorian, a male high elf, said with solemn reverence.

"We will send updates as soon as our scientists uncover the secrets of Geass," High Magistrate Korrath, a male cambion, assured him.

Knight Lord Ekerbold, silent but resolute, simply nodded in acknowledgment.

Xavier then shifted his focus. "Major Magistrate Jezalyn and Lieutenant General Crestfur, you are assigned to Australia. Your task is to bring them to our side. Once that is done, your forces will liberate two territories under the control of the Holy Britannian Empire—Area 17, known as Indonesia, and Area 9, known as New Zealand. Eliminate the Britannians and take control of these territories. Establish a foothold for us to expand our war effort."

"Understood," Major Magistrate Jezalyn, a male Neohuman, replied, his voice calm but determined.

"As Lieutenant General of the Grand Army of Salvatia, I shall not fail you, my sovereign excellency!" Lieutenant General Crestfur, a male Canine Kobold, shouted with unwavering pride. He gave a sharp salute, his confidence unwavering.

Xavier nodded, then turned to Frieda. "Frieda, it's time to ride our mecha fighters. Let's show the Britannians just how strong we are and bring them the humiliation and defeat they deserve."

"Right," Frieda answered, her voice filled with resolve.

Together, they walked toward their respective mecha fighters, climbing into the cockpits and transferring their consciousness into the machines. The rest of the pilots followed suit, each of them settling into their mecha fighters or frames. Nephalem Vindicator, piloted by Xavier Salvador, and Astraia, piloted by Frieda Vordieus, were assigned as the lead commanders for the mission.

Once fully prepared, they emerged from the hangar bay and descended onto the barren surface of the moon, where the infantry, ground forces, and air forces were stationed at the military base, waiting for their orders.

The ground forces were a formidable sight, consisting of Assault TACs, Missile TACs, APCs, Antigrav tanks, Jackal quad bikes, Shredder tanks (AA vehicles), ARVs, Arachno-Tanks, battle crawlers, and scarabs.

The infantry forces were equally diverse, made up of marines, shock troopers, heavy troopers, grenadiers, heavy grenadiers, snipers, and medics and healers. Among them were air infantry units, including angels, demonkins, and harpies. The Vindictarium Order had sent their finest warriors—myrmidons, technomages, gray mages, knights, swordmasters, spellbreakers, and paladins—to assist in the fight. The Black Death Legion was a fierce addition, composed of death troopers, heavy death troopers, and deathbringers.

The robotic infantry units, a testament to the technological might of the forces, included HACUs, HASDs, sentrons, swarmkiller drones, and heavy extirpator drones armed with powerful plasma cannons.

The air forces were equally imposing, with hornet gunships, dropships, vulture gunships, blackfly attack aircraft, and deathbird space fighters poised for action.

As the formations began to take shape on the desolate moon surface, Nephalem Vindicator raised his hand toward the sky, channeling his power to open a massive portal. The swirling vortex appeared in the distant location of Shinjuku Ghetto. With a swift motion, Nephalem Vindicator drew his enchanted "Hofuku" High-Frequency Katana sword and pointed it at the portal.

"Move out!" he commanded, his voice echoing with authority. The forces were ready—this was the moment they had all been waiting for.

With a united force, everyone surged into the portal, their movements synchronized. Meanwhile, several infantry units boarded the waiting dropships, which swiftly ascended, trailing behind the main force as they followed into the unknown.

The battle for Shinjuku Ghetto was about to unfold, and it would be fought with all the might and precision of the Salvatian way.

...

Shinjuku Ghetto

In the heart of Shinjuku Ghetto, a sense of impending doom hung heavy. When Clovis failed to locate the escaped test subject, hidden by his royal guards, he devised a brutal solution. To ensure the secret remained buried, he ordered the complete annihilation of the ghetto, leveling it and slaughtering anyone who might possess knowledge of the escape. Fearing the disgrace of his royal family should the truth emerge, Clovis deemed the lives of the civilians and the rebellious Elevens as mere collateral. In his eyes, they were expendable.

Lelouch vi Britannia, known to the world as Lelouch Lamperouge, had already begun to change the course of his destiny. Granted the power of Geass by C2, he turned the tide by hypnotizing Clovis's royal guards into turning their weapons upon themselves. Stealing a Sutherland Knightmare Frame from Villetta Nu, a member of the Purist faction, Lelouch made his way to contact Kallen Kozuki, a resistance fighter piloting a red Glasgow, to gain her aid in infiltrating Clovis's G-1 mobile base.

Meanwhile, in the chaos of Shinjuku Ghetto, the Salvatian forces emerged from the portal, their heavy boots echoing through the ruined city. Mecha frames moved swiftly, engaging any Britannian forces they encountered.

Nephalem Vindicator, standing at the forefront, addressed his troops with grim resolve.

"Stay vigilant, everyone. There are civilians trapped in this area, and the Britannians are massacring them. Every Britannian you encounter—kill them. They deserve no mercy. If you find civilians, get them out of here. The rest of you, find the enemy command center and destroy it. If Clovis is still alive, capture him. Do you understand?"

A unified chorus of "Yes, sir!" rang out in response.

"Frieda," Nephalem Vindicator continued, turning to his trusted ally, "you take your forces down that path. I'll lead my own in the opposite direction."

Astraia nodded in agreement, her eyes unwavering. "Understood. Good luck, Salvador."

"And you as well," he replied, before both leaders split off to lead their forces. The battle for Shinjuku Ghetto was about to intensify, as they pushed forward to free the trapped civilians while dismantling the Britannian forces. The commanders took their positions, ensuring the ghetto was fully engaged, their mission clear—save the innocent and bring down the enemy.

...

On the far side of Shinjuku Ghetto, a group of resistance fighters engaged in desperate guerilla warfare against the might of Britannian Knightmare Frames and VTOL gunships. Taking refuge inside a dilapidated building, they fired rocket launchers at the hovering gunships, but their positions were under relentless attack from the Knightmares. Ground troops also advanced, suppressing fire as they systematically picked off the resistance, taking down four of their own.

"Seyama! Tomita!" one of the fighters shouted in horror as he witnessed his comrades fall.

"Suga! Stay focused! We must hold them off!" another resistance fighter urged, but his words were cut short as a bullet pierced his skull, sending him collapsing to the floor.

"No! Ono Yasuoka!" the first fighter cried, his voice laced with grief.

From amidst the chaos, a dark green-haired Japanese girl, Shiro Mayu, rushed to his side, her voice filled with urgency.

"Yukawa, get the others out of here. We're falling back!" she shouted.

Yukawa Keiki, looking around at the overwhelming odds, shook his head in disbelief. "Where to? We're surrounded. There's nowhere to run."

"My older sister radioed me," Shiro replied quickly. "She said we've got new help—some mysterious person who's here to save Kallen. He's brought us an arsenal to fight back."

"Defeat the Britannians?" Yukawa asked, his skepticism clear.

As the battle raged on, they ducked behind cover, watching as the Sutherland Knightmare Frames provided support to the infantry. The building shook as explosions rocked its foundation, debris falling around them. Together, they narrowly dodged the incoming gunfire and made their way through the collapsing structure. Eventually, they reached the remaining fighters, now only seven left in the building.

Among them stood Ishiwari Mayu, Shiro's older sister, with long hair the same color as her younger sibling's. A former Japanese soldier with the rank of corporal, Ishiwari had the skills to command and lead, but even she could sense the overwhelming force bearing down upon them. As Shiro approached her, she called out to her sister.

"Sister! Has Ohgi come to save us?" Shiro asked, her voice laced with hope.

Ishiwari's face remained grim as she replied, "Ohgi's sending two Knightmares, but that's all."

"Two Knightmares?" Furuse Kohei, a young man with brown hair, scoffed. "We need more than that! I've counted at least ten of them, plus five aircraft gunships. We'll be dead before they even get here."

"He's right," Usui Wakumi, a girl with long, yale-blue hair, added. "Even if they do arrive, it won't matter. We'll be gone by then."

"It's hopeless!" Yukawa Keiki shouted, his panic rising. "We can't survive this!"

Ishiwari Mayu held her ground, her resolve unwavering. "We can't give up. Our people are in there, and we won't let the Britannians hurt them—not while we still breathe."

"Let's hope you're right," said Hitarashi Ogai, a teenage boy with azure-blue hair. He had just taken out a Britannian soldier with a well-placed shot from his sniper rifle. "But we're running out of ammo."

The Sutherland Knightmares launched grenades at the building, causing the structure to shudder and collapse further. Hitarashi narrowly escaped the blast, but the explosion created a massive hole, exposing them to the enemy. The resistance fighters froze in terror as a Knightmare Frame's gun barrel pointed directly at them, ready to fire.

"Ishiwari!" Shiro cried out, acting instinctively. She threw herself onto her older sister, shielding her with her body as the gun aimed at them.

Just as the tension reached its peak, a brilliant, mana-energized projectile pierced the Knightmare's head. The machine recoiled, then exploded in a fiery burst, sending debris flying.

"What the?" Hitarashi Ogai muttered, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"What the hell is that?" Furuse Kohei added, his voice filled with confusion.

Shiro Mayu released her grip on her older sister as both of them stared in shock, witnessing the sudden explosion of an enemy from outside. The air was thick with the sounds of gunfire, but now it seemed as though the Britannians were being engaged, not the other way around.

"You heard that?" Usui Wakumi asked, her eyes narrowed as she strained to make sense of the chaos.

"Reinforcements," Ishiwari Mayu said, her voice low, recognizing the shift in the battle's tide.

"But where are they coming from?" Furuse Kohei demanded, his mind racing.

Outside, the battlefield had transformed. Salvatian mecha frames appeared as if from thin air, charging into the fray with remarkable speed. A Salvatian Duskbane frame swiftly drew its high-frequency blade, slicing a Sutherland Knightmare in half before it exploded into a cloud of debris. Without missing a beat, the Duskbane drew a Nebula Storm heavy machine gun, unleashing a torrent of fire on two more Sutherland frames. Simultaneously, two Salvatian Battle Crawlers launched powerful mana tank shots at the enemy mechs, while a final Sutherland frame retaliated, only to be swiftly gunned down by plasma cannons from the Battle Crawlers. A small team of Velites Warriors, armed with arcane-energized high-frequency blades, moved with incredible speed, cutting down additional Sutherland Knightmares as if they were paper.

In the skies, seven VTOL gunships dove toward the battlefield, intent on engaging the unknown enemy. But before they could react, one of them was torn apart in an instant.

"What the—!" a Britannian pilot shouted, his voice laced with panic.

Suddenly, a squadron of mixed harpies and angels descended from the sky, their weapons and supernatural powers unleashing devastating fury. One male harpy spread his wings, glowing with green magic energy, and flew toward a VTOL gunship. Extending his energy wing, he sliced the gunship in half, causing it to erupt in flames. The harpies and angels continued their assault, systematically destroying the remaining VTOL gunships. One pilot watched in sheer horror as his comrades were obliterated.

"What the hell is going on? They're completely wiped out!" the Britannian pilot gasped.

Just then, a Salvatian angel soared into view, hovering in front of the pilot's cockpit. His eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of this otherworldly being.

"An angel? They're real?" he stammered, his voice filled with awe and terror.

Before he could say another word, the angel fired an arcane energy arrow straight through the cockpit, obliterating the gunship.

On the ground, the Britannian soldiers, stunned by the overwhelming force of the unknown enemies, attempted to fire at the advancing Vindictarium Centaur knights. Leading them was a Centaur knight captain, his powerful voice commanding his warriors forward.

"Charge, my warriors! Let our swords and spears pierce our enemy's hearts!" the Centaur captain bellowed.

"What the hell are those?!" a Britannian soldier shouted, his fear palpable.

"Open fire! Open fire!" another soldier screamed, his hands shaking as he pulled the trigger.

Despite their desperate attempts, the Centaurs' speed and their Neotype armor proved too much. The bullets either missed entirely or were deflected by the Centaurs' energy shields. The Vindictarium knights raised their energy spears and swords, cutting down the Britannian soldiers in swift, brutal motions. Some soldiers were trampled beneath the Centaurs' hooves, while others were struck down without mercy. As the remaining soldiers, their faces filled with terror, dropped their weapons and attempted to flee, three scarab mecha frames appeared, gunning them down in cold blood.

The resistance fighters, who had been holed up in their ruined building, emerged in disbelief. The Britannian forces that had once seemed so overpowering had been swiftly defeated by these mysterious figures. They watched, still stunned, as the Centaurs—strange, powerful beings unlike anything they had ever seen—moved with deadly efficiency. Furuse Kohei was the first to speak, his voice a mixture of disbelief and awe.

"What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, looking around at the carnage.

"I think... we're saved?" Shiro Mayu replied softly, her expression a mix of surprise and hope.

"Uh, does anyone else see these horsemen?" Yukawa Keiki asked, his voice trembling with disbelief. "Because if they are real, then I must be on some kind of drug right now."

"I wish we were on drugs," Usui Wakumi replied with a dry laugh. "If not, then this is no dream."

Suddenly, the ground shook slightly as a Vindictarium knight captain, a male centaur, approached them with steady, deliberate steps. The sight of the towering creature startled them all, its massive hooves echoing on the ground as it drew near. The captain's deep voice broke the silence, speaking to them firmly.

"Are you alright, Japanese?" he asked, his gaze steady and unwavering.

Shiro Mayu blinked in surprise, trying to gather her thoughts. "Um... y-yeah?" she stammered, unsure of how to respond.

The centaur's eyes narrowed slightly as he pointed toward a nearby building. "Are your people safe inside that building?"

Ishiwari Mayu quickly nodded. "Yes, they're inside. But we need to get them out of here. The Britannians started slaughtering everyone in the ghetto."

"Then you best take your companions and your people out of here," the centaur captain advised, his tone leaving little room for argument. "We will take you far away from Area 11."

Yukawa Keiki raised a skeptical brow. "Wait, you're seriously going to get us out of here? The Britannians have surrounded the entire ghetto. There's no way out alive."

The centaur captain's expression remained unshaken. "You shouldn't worry. We'll get your people out safely."

With a sharp motion, the captain turned his head, giving a quick nod to a Vindictarium archmage, another male centaur. The archmage returned the gesture, his hands moving in fluid, practiced motions as he began to chant a powerful incantation. To the group's astonishment, a glowing portal opened up in mid-air, shimmering with arcane energy.

The captain turned back to them, his voice urgent. "You must leave now. Take your people and enter that portal. It will take you somewhere safe, far from the Britannians."

Shiro Mayu glanced at her older sister, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "Sis, are we really going to trust him?"

Ishiwari Mayu hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with the weight of the decision. Then, she placed a reassuring hand on her sister's shoulder. "We don't have a choice. If he's offering us a way out, we have to take it. Usui Wakumi, get our people out here and into that portal."

Usui Wakumi looked back at her with skepticism, still unsure. "You're serious?"

"I'm serious!" Ishiwari snapped, her tone firm. "Just do it!"

"Ah, right!" Usui Wakumi replied, though she couldn't hide the hint of doubt in her voice. She turned quickly and headed back into the building, calling for their people to follow her to safety.

Shiro Mayu watched her older sister with a worried expression, her hand tightly gripping Ishiwari's. "Are you sure we can trust them?"

Ishiwari Mayu gently placed her hand over her sister's, offering a reassuring squeeze. "I hope so," she said quietly, her voice betraying a trace of uncertainty. "I hope I won't regret this decision."

...

A squadron of Sutherland knightmares advanced, flanked by Britannian APCs and tanks, the ground shaking beneath their massive weight. As the Britannian infantry spotted fleeing Japanese civilians, their guns erupted, cutting down the helpless targets.

The Sutherland knightmares pressed on toward their comrades, who were engaged in battle with terrorists. The sight of the hijacked knightmares, now in enemy hands, stunned Clovis. How had they gained access to such formidable weaponry? His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden roar of a Britannian tank soaring overhead, crashing violently to the ground with a bone-jarring impact.

"What the hell?!" cried one of the Britannian knightmare pilots, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Is that... our tank?" asked another, confusion and alarm thick in his tone.

Before they could process the sight, a powerful thumping sound echoed from ahead. There, standing like a monolithic figure before them, was Astraia. With a spear held firmly in hand, she towered over the Britannians—her colossal frame ranging from 15 to 21 meters in height, casting a shadow of dread over them.

"W-What... What the hell is that?" one of the pilots stammered, his voice trembling with fear. "A... a knightmare?"

"It's... huge!" his companion gasped, eyes wide with terror.

Astraia remained silent, her gaze fixed ahead as she swiftly swung her spear. In an instant, the Britannian knightmares were cleaved in half, their remains exploding into fragments.

"Daniel, no!" one of the pilots shouted in horror, watching his comrade's destruction.

"Engage! Engage!" ordered another, his voice desperate as he aimed at the towering figure. "Target that giant kn—"

His words were abruptly silenced when Astraia unleashed an energy ball from her left hand, obliterating the enemy knightmares one by one. Each explosion marked the end of yet another soldier's life.

Still, the Britannians had APCs and tanks, their forces not yet fully broken. As they prepared to engage, Salvatian MECS and antigrav tanks opened fire, their weapons reducing the enemy's ground vehicles to scrap metal. Meanwhile, Salvatian marines and shock troopers unleashed a hail of gunfire at the Britannian soldiers, some of whom took cover within nearby buildings. Astraia, undeterred, summoned a larger energy ball, casting it upon their positions, wiping out those who had dared to resist.

"All units, proceed with area scouting," Astraia commanded, her voice calm and steady despite the chaos. "Any civilians you encounter, get them to safety."

"Roger that!" responded a Salvatian officer, a male red panda beastfolk, as his troops moved to comply.

Astraia stood motionless amidst the growing devastation, her eyes locked onto the destruction wrought by the Britannians against the Japanese civilians in the ghetto. Her thoughts turned inward as she pondered the cost of the violence that had unfolded before her.

So many lives lost... Frieda's voice echoed in her mind. I hope he's safe. This world needs to be better than what Lelouch achieved. Better to trust Xavier's plan than his.

Astraia shook the thought from her mind, her focus returning to the task at hand. Moving toward the next area, she observed her forces continuing their battle with the remaining enemy units while the Vindictarium Order's infantry escorted the Japanese civilians to safety. Without hesitation, Astraia summoned her arcane bow, releasing a barrage of energy arrows that struck down enemy knightmares and tanks.

The sky above darkened as a large squadron of enemy VTOL gunships descended. Without a moment's hesitation, Astraia loosed another volley of arrows, determined to eliminate the threat for good. The air was filled with the sound of destruction, the enemies falling one by one, unable to withstand her wrath.

...

Jeremiah Gottwald quickly exited the cockpit, still reeling from the unexpected attack by a terrorist who had hijacked a Sutherland knightmare. He sprinted toward Clovis's position, his eyes scanning the horizon as the incoming Britannian forces approached. To his surprise, the troops passed him by, ignoring his presence.

"Who ordered them to break formation?" Jeremiah muttered under his breath, confusion flickering across his face.

Before he could dwell on it, a sudden, deafening explosion rocked the area. A Britannian tank at the front was engulfed in a fiery blast, the shockwave reverberating through the air. A team of Salvatian heavy grenadiers, positioned nearby, unleashed high-explosive concussive shells that tore through the ranks of Britannian APCs. Meanwhile, three Salvatian jackal quad bikes, armed with gunners manning minigun turrets, cut down the advancing Britannian soldiers with brutal efficiency.

Jeremiah dove for cover, instinctively hiding from the unknown enemy. He peeked cautiously from behind his shelter, his heart pounding in his chest. What he saw was enough to make his blood run cold. Vindictarium myrmidons and knights were charging toward the remaining Britannian soldiers, who scrambled to regroup after the explosion. They opened fire in a desperate attempt to hold their ground, but it was futile. The Vindictarium warriors closed the distance swiftly, cutting them down with their arcane-infused, high-frequency katana swords and energy blades, leaving no room for resistance.

Jeremiah could only stare in shock at the sight before him. The enemy possessed weaponry and technology far beyond what any Britannian forces could wield. His mind raced as he grappled with the reality of what was happening. Though every instinct screamed at him to take action, he loathed the idea of hiding like a coward. Yet, he remained hidden, making sure not to draw attention to himself. A sense of relief washed over him when the battle moved beyond his view, and he seized the moment.

With a glance over his shoulder to ensure no one had spotted him, he bolted in a different direction, determined to put as much distance between himself and the unknown enemy as possible.

"Who the hell are they?" he muttered to himself as he ran. "Another terrorist group? But that doesn't make sense. There's no way they could have infiltrated with the area so tightly surrounded. There's no time to think about this. I need to get out of here and report this to the viceroy immediately."

...

G-1 Mobile Base; Clovis command center

Inside the G-1 Mobile Base, the tense atmosphere in Clovis's command center was palpable.

"Sir, we've lost Sterling units!" one Britannian staff officer reported, his voice shaking with disbelief.

"Bennet unit's gone as well!" another officer chimed in, his face grim.

"We're receiving so many casualties, but I can't pick up any communication from them," a third officer added, the urgency in his tone unmistakable.

Bartley, his eyes wide with shock, muttered in disbelief, "So many of our soldiers are being slaughtered. How did they take them all out so quickly?"

The overwhelming number of casualties sent a chill down Clovis's spine. He had never experienced such terror, even after assuming the role of viceroy in Area 11. He staggered back, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. For the first time, he felt powerless, gripped by the fear that someone with such terrifying skills had the ability to wipe out his forces with ease. First, he had sent units to corner the terrorists, but they were annihilated in droves. Then, he ordered other units to spread out in the ghetto, only for them to meet the same fate, wiped out in an instant. The situation had spiraled beyond his control, and Clovis had no idea how to regain any semblance of order.

In the privacy of his thoughts, Clovis muttered to himself, "What the hell is going on? How are they doing this? Is it... Tohdoh? No... It's worse. It's better than Tohdoh."

Suddenly, he snapped out of his daze and turned to speak to Llyod Asplund, a scientist from the Special Corp, who was visible on the screen.

"Lloyd!" Clovis called, his voice edged with desperation.

"Yes, Your Highness," Llyod responded promptly.

Clovis's gaze hardened as he questioned, "Can it win? Will your toy be able to beat them?"

Lloyd's expression remained calm, though his eyes narrowed with a hint of irritation. "My Lord," he began, his voice measured, "please be so kind as to call it Lancelot."

...

The Britannian knightmare pilot screamed in terror, "Monster! A giant is a monster!" His voice trembled as his knightmare was sliced apart by the Nephalem Vindicator. The air was thick with fear as two Salvatian Deathbird fighters unleashed powerful arcane beams, taking down three Britannian Knightmare transport planes before veering off in another direction.

The Nephalem Vindicator continued his relentless assault, firing beams from his fingertips to obliterate the Britannian ground forces and knightmare units in a single, devastating sweep. With a surge of psychic power, he burst the heads of Britannian soldiers like balloons. His gaze shifted to four VTOL gunships approaching, but he was relieved to see them swiftly destroyed by Salvatian anti-air vehicles. As he moved through the area, his attention was drawn to a young Japanese girl, no older than fourteen, crying over her dead parents, who had been ruthlessly gunned down by Britannian forces.

He stepped toward her, and the girl turned to see the towering mecha fighter. Her eyes widened in terror at its imposing appearance.

"Hey, little girl..." the Nephalem Vindicator called softly, kneeling down before her and extending his hand.

"You need to come with me," he continued, his voice gentle. "I have to get you out of here."

The girl, her face streaked with tears, looked up at him, her voice trembling. "But... where do I go? My parents are dead. I have nothing left to live for."

He gazed at her with understanding, his voice calm yet persuasive. "You can live with me. I can give you a new life, one that won't be taken away by the Britannians who destroyed your old one."

For a moment, the girl hesitated, wiping away her tears. She placed her hand in his, and he carefully lifted her toward the cockpit embedded in his chest. As it opened, she looked up, her eyes meeting his face for the first time. With a gentle motion, he lifted her into the cockpit, pulling her close for comfort.

"There you go," Xavier Salvador said softly. "Now then, what's your name?"

"I-I'm Mihara," she stammered. "Mihara Miyasaki."

"Mihara Miyasaki," Xavier replied with a reassuring smile. "Nice to meet you. I'm Xavier Salvador, and I'm taking you and your people away from here, to a place where you can live without fear, far from the ghetto."

Before Mihara could respond, an alarm blared, signaling the approach of a new enemy unit. It had wiped out the resistance Sutherland knightmares with alarming speed.

"Mihara, listen to me," Xavier said quickly, his tone turning serious. "I'm going back to pilot my mecha fighter. There's a bad robot coming our way, and I need to stop it. You need to hang on tight. Can you do that for me?"

Mihara nodded without hesitation.

"Good," Xavier said, his voice steady. "Sit tight. It's going to be rough."

He returned to controlling the Nephalem Vindicator, the neural interface syncing seamlessly with his movements. Meanwhile, a Britannian white knightmare model, the Lancelot, arrived in the area, sent to eliminate the remaining terrorists. But upon encountering the Nephalem Vindicator, it found itself facing something it had never encountered before—a giant mecha, towering over it with glowing red eyes.

The pilot of the Lancelot, Suzaku Kururugi, an honorary Britannian who believed he could reform Area 11 from within, was shocked by the sight. His eyes widened as he observed the giant knightmare before him. He heard Cecile Croomy's voice crackle over the radio.

"Suzaku, what's going on there?" she asked urgently.

"Suzaku Kururugi here," he replied, his voice filled with disbelief. "Miss Cecile, I must inform you about what I'm seeing... But I'm looking at—"

Before he could finish, the radio link began to deteriorate, and static filled the air. The effect of the Tardovsky particle device in the Lancelot interfered with the radio frequency and disrupted its computer systems.

"Hello? Miss Cecile? Lloyd? Can you hear me?" Suzaku called, frustration creeping into his voice. "Damn it, something's wrong with the system!"

Unexpectedly, the Lancelot leaped to the side just in time to avoid the Nephalem Vindicator's massive fist crashing down upon it.

"That was fast," Suzaku Kururugi muttered in disbelief. "How can such a large knightmare move so quickly?"

Determined, he began to formulate a new strategy. He fired a slash at some nearby debris, hurling it toward his opponent, but the move had no effect. Realizing that approach was futile, he accelerated, attempting to outmaneuver the Nephalem Vindicator by jumping from one obstacle to the next, aiming to land a kick to its face. However, his efforts were in vain as the Nephalem Vindicator reacted with unimaginable speed, catching his leg in just 0.01 seconds.

Suzaku struggled to break free, launching the slash harkens at his opponent's face in desperation, but they did nothing. With terrifying strength, the Nephalem Vindicator snapped Suzaku's leg, then seized the Lancelot as if it were a mere toy. It ripped off both arms and slammed the knightmare into the ground repeatedly, inflicting severe damage. Finally, with a casual flick of his arm, he hurled the Lancelot away like a baseball.

Inside the cockpit, Mihara, rather than being frightened by the brutal display, was startled by the ease with which the Nephalem Vindicator dismantled the Lancelot.

"Whoa..." she whispered in awe.

"Whoa, indeed," Xavier Salvador replied, his tone calm but amused. "Now, come on. Let's get out of here."

"Okay," Mihara said, her voice filled with happiness.

With that, the Nephalem Vindicator spread his wings and soared into the air, flying off to rendezvous with Astraia, leaving the ghetto behind.

...

When the Lancelot crashed into the nearby G-1 mobile base, Clovis panicked, grabbing Bartley by the collar and shouting in fear.

"Bartley, get me out of here! I don't want to die!" Clovis cried out.

"Ah, right, your highness," Bartley stammered, his voice trembling.

"Unknown enemy detected. It's heading straight toward us at high speed," a Britannian staff officer reported urgently.

"What?!" Bartley shouted in disbelief.

At that moment, for the first time, a Legion Todesritter appeared seemingly out of nowhere, its anti-gravity engine allowing it to glide effortlessly across the terrain. The massive frame wielded a mana beam bazooka, aiming it directly at the command center. Clovis and his staff went into a panic, trying desperately to evacuate the mobile base, but it was already too late. The Legion Todesritter fired a devastating mana beam, obliterating the G-1 mobile base, and then proceeded to eliminate any remaining enemies in the vicinity.

When the Black Death Legion arrived, they found the wreckage of Prince Clovis. The death troopers, heavy death troopers, and deathbringers scoured the area until one of them spotted Clovis beneath the rubble. He was bleeding from his head and slowly regaining consciousness, only to find the cold barrels of their weapons pointed at him.

"Wait, wait! There's a way to compr-" Clovis tried to plead, but his words were cut short as a death trooper struck him in the head with the rifle butt.

"Enemy secured. We proceed to capture him," the male death trooper, a High Wraith, reported to his commander over the comms.

They cleared the rubble, dragging Clovis out and cuffing him before placing him onto the shoulder of a Deathbringer. As they began to leave, a blackguard spotted a single Sutherland approaching.

"Enemy sighted. Eliminate on sight," the Legion Blackguard ordered, opening fire with his machine gun. The Sutherland, dodging the onslaught, began to flee. He pursued it, but the Todesritter intervened.

"Hold it. Pursuing the enemy is unnecessary. Return to the rendezvous point," the Legion Todesritter commanded.

"Copy that," the Blackguard responded, and the team turned to head back to the rendezvous point, Clovis in tow.

Meanwhile, a runaway Sutherland knightmare, piloted by Lelouch Lamperouge, arrived at the scene, horrified by the sight of the massive knightmare frame. The dark giant opened fire on him immediately. Seeing the destroyed G-1 mobile base, Lelouch realized with shock that his stepbrother, Clovis, had likely been killed by an unknown group. His opportunity to uncover the truth behind his mother's assassination had slipped away, lost to these mysterious forces.

"What the hell am I seeing?" Lelouch muttered to himself. "I've never seen a knightmare this huge. I can't believe they got here first and killed Clovis. I don't know who they are, but I need to retreat and get back to Ashford Academy before any more of them find me."

He maneuvered through the ghetto, searching for a hiding spot as he made his way toward Ashford Academy, eager to leave the scene behind.

As for the resistance fighters like Ohgi and Kallen, they felt a sense of relief after surviving the chaos. However, confusion settled in as they noticed that many Britannians, including some they had never encountered before, were dead. They knew they hadn't been the ones to finish them off, so they questioned who could be behind the massacre. They had yet to encounter the Salvatians, whose presence had been reported, and they remained unaware of their location.

The Salvatians made their way back to the rendezvous point, entering the portal to complete their operation. Nephalem Vindicator and Astraia met up, and he introduced Mihara to Frieda, who immediately admired her cute eyes and hair, a compliment that Mihara accepted with a smile. The group then stepped into the portal, which closed behind them, leaving the Shinjuku ghetto forever.