Editing City Series:Volume6e Chapter7 (section)

===Part 2===

Tristan’s launch pad provided a front-row view of the collapse.

The groan of the giant cross sounded like the roar of a waterfall.

The weight control and protective field needed to preserve Tristan had been lost, so the armor, the inner walls, and the frame were all bending and breaking.

The waterfall-like sound was played by an orchestra of falling parts.

Everything was stripped from the mile-tall structure and it all crumbled away like a sand dune.

The bottom of the launch pad bent and the exterior panels that couldn’t absorb the distortion started to come away and fall. From the upper armor of the RB-21 flying next to the launch pad, the falling armor looked like autumn leaves.

Several people were on top of the RB-21: the AIF and Geheimnis Agency soldiers who had been on the launch pad, as well as the people it had already picked up from the ground.

Two people stood on the very edge of the upper armor, waiting for someone to board from the launch pad.

Those two were Corelle and Jeanne. Jeanne looked to Corelle on her left.

“What’s taking them? Are they still in there?”

“They are taking their time. Hey, Berger, you go in after them!”

Corelle called back behind them, but received no response. Jeanne frowned and looked back to see the black-clad young man sitting in a chair-like hunk of metal with a look of disinterest on his face.

The hunk of metal was in fact a giant prosthetic arm. He pointed forward from there.

“They don’t need my help. See, here they come.”

Jeanne faced forward again to view the door that still had a black Grösse Panzer stabbing into it. A large man holding a woman wrapped in a black coat and a blonde woman were running out of the darkness beyond the door.

The launch pad shook violently at the same time.

“It’s collapsing!” shouted a Geheimnis Agent.

That was exactly what happened. The giant launch pad tilted down from its joint with the cross.

It pushed the wind out of the way while tilting with the weight and force of something sinking into water.

It produced the windy sound of pressurized air and the crack of breaking metal.

Schweitzer lowered his hips in the center of the launch pad to keep his balance.

Then he ran up the slanted floor.

The problem was Hazel behind him.

She failed to keep her balance and rolled once down the slope. And she rolled forward like she had thrown herself outwards.

Everyone on the RB-21 gasped.

Hazel rolled a second and third time, but she somehow managed to get back up and held down her skirt.

Everyone sighed when they saw her running toward them again.

When Jeanne realized how relieved she was, she looked to the others.

She smiled bitterly when she noticed similarly relieved looks on their faces.

“Why are we so worried?”

She was answered by an elderly voice from below.

“Because she is our leader, of course.”

“Witzmann!?”

She looked down to see a military two-hull warship ascending from Tempelhof Airport.

The black ship was about half a mile below them and she saw AIF and Geheimnis Agency soldiers and even her husband’s green Grösse Panzer on top of it.

Two old men stood on the front of the two hulls: Witzmann and Elrich.

Their ship was slowly but surely approaching.

Jeanne wasn’t the only one to notice it. Everyone around her was watching the girl running toward them, the man carrying their commander, and the two-hull ship.

It was that sight that led a Geheimnis Agent near her to reach a certain conclusion.

“So it’s over.”

That agent was an old man. He lowered his face a little while viewing the girl and the man carrying their commander.

“Deputy Chief, are you seeing this?” The old knight did not wait for her to reply. “The Messiah has saved the new world.”