Gundam Super G Universe

I feel like I can still run away even if I beat Soul Soul.

Traveling through the Gundam, my colleagues have the physical fitness of a super adjuster and the mental ability of a new human being. Hahahaha, this is not invincible. What time is it now? Has the Gundam been snatched? Who is fighting whom in the war now? Huh? What is the 13th Gundam Fighting Tournament about to begin?

The author is absolutely right. From now on, if you choose Warhammer 40k for time travel, you will get whatever you want. If you want a goddess, believe in the Goddess of Fertility; if you want power, believe in the God of Wisdom. If you want eternal life, believe in the God of Life. If you want strength, believe in the God of Battle. What a wonderful world, just believe in God. So what are you still hesitating about? Come to Warhammer 40k.

I don't agree with it. My assessment is that Warhammer is a bit more dangerous.

Anyone who writes about Gundam should be applauded! 😎

OO Gundam doesn't even accept a single female character. I like a lot of the characters in it, and the author doesn't even strengthen the protagonist's body.

Like the title, I have always been disgusted by the appearance of descendants in the work. I think it will distract the author's energy. After all, they are the descendants of the protagonist in the novel. It is not easy to balance the scenes. It is not suitable to write more or less. It is not a cultivator who can see for thousands of years and cannot use Spring and Autumn brushwork. Is it possible that 22 of them were blown away by a dimensional storm, and then the main plot is to find children 🤭

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There is no need for women who refuse to use all kinds of ambiguous plots to build a relationship with the protagonist, especially since the protagonist is originally in a high position, and the women he comes into contact with are also similar roles. This type of description is very inconsistent with his corresponding social status.

Hahaha

Here's a suggestion, don't always play murderous characters.

The explanation of parallel worlds is too weird, just like only the main world line is a real person, and the people in other world lines are not human beings. 😰 Changing it to world fragments or time snapshots is easier to explain than parallel worlds.

From the looks of it, I still think that the villain is just the villain. Why do you have to make it like a bloody idol drama where the male and female protagonists are entangled?

Is there a Shennong? Does it look good?

Can there be less family dramas? I'm not here to watch the 8pm show. 😅😅😅

There are really very few Gundam novels to read, especially ones that don't suppress the protagonist's abilities. Nowadays, it is popular to have protagonists who are bitter and hateful😳

In the past two days, I have read 3 books about robot warfare, and this one is the most satisfactory. It was written by my colleagues. I will not mention the names of the other two books. One is a stallion style. Basically, I go to a world to accept at least one beautiful woman. I have no objection to accepting girls, but the description of emotions and other plots has become a funny comic style, which is very embarrassing. This book is completely like a sequel to Infinite Robot War. Another book, I tried poison for more than 40 chapters, but I couldn't hold it in anymore and died from the poison. It was written by a two-dimensional Japanese animation fan. I had no objection to the fact that I was born in the East Asian Alliance. However, the protagonist opened his mouth to plant flowers, but closed his mouth to grow rabbits. I can tolerate the power races created by the original demons. After all, I have seen those in the Hokage who cultivated immortals and asked Doomsday to learn the martial arts. As a result, the readers of this patriotic book are not normal, and they have been seriously agreeing, yes, this is how the original painting was painted, and we are really awesome at planting flowers.

I don't understand Codename: Team Amelias. Are they considered villains? Or what? Because there is a Haman in this team. The protagonist team doesn't dare to take action seriously. There are always various reasons every time. And the intensity of this team is obviously constantly increasing.

To be honest, it's really boring to go out and harm the orphans. In the original work, Oka's mother was responsible for the harm.

I just started reading it, and it's around chapter 60. Why does the author still want to follow the original plot? I also recommend writing less East Asian plots, just in case the pointer gets distracted one day. At present, except for the intervention in the original plot, which is a bit stiff, everything else including the copy is fine.

Drag Camus to recuperate, take advantage of the brain down time to instill misconceptions, repeat "Your name sounds like a woman," and then get some photocopier technology, then the protagonist will be able to produce a water demon bad woman. Name them Camus, Camus the Rabbit, until Camus 18, and then rename Camus 18 Norea. Damn it, I can't stop having weird ideas.

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Add some details😁😁😁

Inverted

Mia Campbell's role is gone

Brothers, can you recommend some novels about aircraft warfare? Thank you.

North America, California. One morning in the late autumn of 2033, Joseph Lynch got up early as usual and drove from his apartment in the suburbs to work at his company in the downtown area. He was thinking about how much he would get in this year's year-end dividend. He didn't notice that his wife was hesitant to speak when she sent him out. At noon, Joseph Lynch received a rare call from his wife: "There is something that we need to talk about and come back early in the evening." When he got home in the evening, Joseph was a little annoyed. He was originally going to work overtime at night to try to get next year's plan out as soon as possible, but in the end - "It's time for us to have a child, Joseph." "Didn't we agree to wait two more years, Tonya? After two years, the money we save can pay for the best education for our children..." "But I am already 34 years old, Joseph, it's not like you don't know how dangerous pregnancy and childbirth are at an advanced age, and" Tonya handed her husband a physical examination report. "The doctor said... If I wait another two years, I will never be able to get pregnant again." After Joseph took the report and confirmed that what his wife said was true, he fell down on the sofa with some dejection. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at his wife. "I will make an appointment at the University of California Hospital tomorrow." Joseph went to consult about turning his child into a coordinator. Since the discovery of Evidence01 in 22 years, the controversy over whether coordinators should exist has begun to turn. In 29 years, Evidence01 was brought back to the Earth Sphere. Soon after, a multi-party investigation committee issued an investigation report, admitting that "there is absolutely no possibility of forgery. It is indeed a fossil of extraterrestrial intelligent life, and has at least whale-level intelligence." This has led to a crisis in the world's religious circles - since the end of the 9-year Reorganization War, in the face of a devastated world, waves of pacifism, retroism, and naturalism have swept across. Globally, in this environment, the anger caused by George Glenn's "monologue" in 2015 can be imagined. It was almost immediately met with strong opposition from all walks of life. The official also banned genetic modification in 2016, but the ardent hope for children still led to the continuous presence of coordinators. Countries were born in secret, which has almost become an open secret. Of course, their experiences were not good, and criticism from the religious community and even direct violent attacks have never stopped. In 2017, a hospital in Chicago that was engaged in coordinator manufacturing was even massacred by armed men. But all this changed as the first generation of coordinators gradually grew up and received more and more attention, as well as the huge impact of Evidence01. The originally opposed middle- and lower-class people gradually accepted the existence of coordinators as religious forces lost power. 30 Years later, the theory of coordinator tolerance began to spread. , The GARMR& D Research Institute, which has been specializing in coordinator manufacturing and genetic research for 32 years, was established on the Mendal satellite of L4, and soon became a holy place in the field of genetic research around the world. It was also in this environment that many middle-class people like Joseph began to do their best to turn their children into coordinators. Since the discovery of Evidence01 in 22 years, the controversy over whether coordinators should exist has begun to turn. In 29 years, Evidence01 was brought back to the Earth Sphere. Soon after, a multi-party investigation committee issued an investigation report, admitting that "there is absolutely no possibility of forgery. It is indeed a fossil of extraterrestrial intelligent life, and has at least whale-level intelligence." This has led to a crisis in the world's religious circles - since the end of the 9-year Reorganization War, in the face of a devastated world, waves of pacifism, retroism, and naturalism have swept across. Globally, in this environment, the anger caused by George Glenn's "monologue" in 2015 can be imagined. It was almost immediately met with strong opposition from all walks of life. The official also banned genetic modification in 2016, but the ardent hope for children still led to the continuous presence of coordinators. Countries were born in secret, which has almost become an open secret. Of course, their experiences were not good, and criticism from the religious community and even direct violent attacks have never stopped. In 2017, a hospital in Chicago that was engaged in coordinator manufacturing was even massacred by armed men. But all this changed as the first generation of coordinators gradually grew up and received more and more attention, as well as the huge impact of Evidence01. The originally opposed middle- and lower-class people gradually accepted the existence of coordinators as religious forces lost power. 30 Years later, the theory of coordinator tolerance began to spread. , The GARMR& D Research Institute, which has been specializing in coordinator manufacturing and genetic research for 32 years, was established on the Mendal satellite of L4, and soon became a holy place in the field of genetic research around the world. It was also in this environment that many middle-class people like Joseph began to do their best to turn their children into coordinators. "How much genetic adjustment do you plan to have on your child?" "The best." After reading the introduction about the service projects, Joseph raised his head with difficulty and answered. "Okay, your child's genetic adjustment will be carried out in 3 months, on February 18th. Please come here before February 4th to prepare for the genetic adjustment." 12 million Alt. As one of the shareholders of a small trading company, with a company stock worth 2.5 Million Artes and an annual income of more than 1 million Artes, Joseph Lynch is considered a member of the wealthy class in a country where the average annual income of working-class families is only 20,000 Artes, but he still finds it difficult to deal with the cost of surgery of 12 million Artes. By selling the company stocks in his hands and borrowing from partners, he can raise about 4 million to 4.5 Million, and he can get about 2 million from selling his house, car and farm, but this is already the limit, unless he is willing to go to the black market to borrow loan sharks, but that will destroy him, his wife, and children. "Two and a half months, only two and a half months." At night, after his wife fell asleep, looking at the calendar on the wall, Joseph Lynch kept reminding himself. Tonya soon discovered the changes in her husband. Although Joseph was a workaholic who always put work first in the past, and often forgot his wife and even his own birthday, wedding anniversary, and scheduled candlelight dinners... But Tonya was still very proud of her husband. He was a successful man who could protect his wife and was considerate to his lover. But recently, as her husband came home later and later and looked more and more haggard, she finally couldn't help but ask about her husband. "Is the company very busy recently?" "Oh... Yes, yes, very busy - the company just received a big order recently. As you know, Thomas is terribly lazy, so I had to run around a lot." Joseph was stunned at first, and then quickly answered. "Really, but I heard from Jenny today that Thomas complained every day that business was not good recently..." Looking at his wife's suspicious look, Joseph stopped walking towards the study and turned around slowly. "My dear, please sit down first." Joseph helped his wife sit on the sofa and took the glass of water that his wife poured for him. "I took an order privately, and Thomas didn't know about it." "But—" "Listen to me, Tonya, this order must be accepted. As you know, we bought this house and the farm for only 500,000 art. At that time, we all thought that my Aunt Linda was too old and had Alzheimer's disease, but a few days ago, my horse was missing for 20 years. Cousin Mars suddenly came back and demanded the return of everything that belonged to him, otherwise he would make up the difference according to the market price. Aunt Linda has always been very good to me, and I didn't want her to see this in heaven, so I agreed to pay cousin Mars 1.5 Million art. "Then you can discuss it with Thomas, but there is no need -" "Recently, the activities of environmental protection organizations have become more and more rampant, and they have even openly violently attacked 'enemies' they consider harmful to the environment. It has become increasingly difficult for us businessmen who deal in animal fur products. The company cannot make so much money at once, unless we sell the company directly, so I..." "That's it..." Tonya still doesn't understand. Wasn't that cousin Mars who was said to have been dead for many years? Why did he suddenly appear again? "This is the only way..." After once again calculating that the money he could get through all kinds of methods would not exceed 8 million Alt, Joseph dialed a phone number. It was the phone number of a friend from long ago who he thought he would never be able to contact - a friend who worked in the black market, buying and selling human organs. "Oh, that's it, no problem, I will help you find out, don't worry." The voice on the other end of the phone was very hearty. It was hard to imagine that this person would be the culprit of 6 murders and one of the world's big names in kidney smuggling. "But, Joseph, you'd better make sure. You also know this kind of thing, it will be very troublesome." It seems that the other party is not very confident about Joseph. "No problem, I've thought about it carefully. You can help me inquire about the business first and see how much money I can get." On December 21, just a few days before Christmas, Joseph received a call from the University of California Hospital. "Is this true?" Joseph's voice was full of surprise. "Yes, Dr. Ducasse, who works at the GARMR& D Institute in Mendal, will hold an exchange meeting at our school from January 5th to 15th about the latest technological advances in genetic modification. At the same time, he and his team will conduct genetic modification for two children. Surgery, we are honored to inform you about this, but for the sake of your child, you'd better complete the transfer of the 15 million ART before the 3rd of next month. There are currently 7 children on the appointment list, but no one has completed the transfer. " "Oh, so, thank you for the reminder." Joseph immediately dialed the black number. "I have decided." "OK, the operation will be on the 29th--" "I want 10 million, the sooner the better." "So, two?" "--Yes" "The money will be transferred to your designated account on Christmas Day, the 25th, but you must follow our arrangements after that." "No problem." Joseph then sold all his company's stocks, changed hands of farms, and sports cars, and raised 5 million Alt according to the previously decided method. At 04:05 on the 25th, the amount of 15 million Alt was collected into the account. At the same time, Joseph also disappeared, leaving only the message "I will be back soon" to his wife. On January 11, 2034, when she was pushed into the operating room, Tonya did not see her husband among the anxious crowd. She closed her eyes in disappointment and tried not to let tears flow out. At this time, Joseph was sitting in a wheelchair, watching his wife being pushed into the operating room from a higher level. His hair and face looked like a dying old man. The operation was extremely successful, and the fetus was growing safely and healthily, but Tonya could only contact her husband through the phone, and the call time was also very short - Joseph seemed to be very busy, his voice was full of haggard, and she reminded him several times to no avail. On October 22, 1934, Tonya successfully gave birth to a baby boy, and named him Alexander according to Joseph's wishes. When Tonya looked at her healthy son's happy smile, she didn't notice that not far outside the delivery room, Joseph, who was sitting in a wheelchair, also smiled and closed his eyes. 5 years later. Dongnia stood solemnly in front of a tombstone with a boy about eight years old. "Do you know who this is, Alexander?" "Dad." "Do you know why he is here?" "To allow me to be born as coordinator." "Do you know what you are going to do?" "Take back dad's things, let dad be proud of his son in heaven, and don't let dad give up his career, health and life in vain." Alexander walked hurriedly on the street, seemingly not paying attention to the vicious words of several children on the roadside. "See, that coordinator?" "Well, that monster." "That is, he started studying advanced mathematics when he was only a few years old, and he is still a human being-" "You bad boys, are you free to do anything?" Aunt Maria scolded loudly, drove away a few little bastards who gathered together, and watched Alexander's retreating figure. "Is this really what you want to bear such a heavy responsibility at such a young age, Tonya?" … Just as Alexander hurried to school, Tonya stared at the yellowed photos on the table in a daze. ――To be burdened with such a heavy fate at such a young age, is this really what you want, Joseph? Two years later, Alexander, who is actually only 7 years old, has attracted the attention of some people. Late one winter night, Alexander hurried out of the house in the snow and wind to go to the pharmacist to get medicine for his mother whose arthritis had recurred. Since she got into this problem due to overwork a few years ago, Tonya would lie in bed in the winter, watching her son busy here and there with worry. Not long after Alexander went out, several black cars rushed into the dilapidated house with screeching brakes, which had not been repaired for many years. Several cold figures opened the door and broke in. After a low noise, everything became quiet, and soon they left. Ten days later, Alexander left the small city after taking care of his funeral, and no one saw him again. Twenty years later, the cloudy eyes of the dying Aunt Maria seemed to see the shadow of Alexander in the news broadcast on TV, but her useless ears really did not hear what was said. She eagerly wanted to get closer to the TV, but she fell to the cold floor with the quilt wrapped around her body. …… "Here is the CNN news broadcast. The terrorist attack launched by the coordinator on the 5th of this month has been solved by federal security forces. The mastermind who claimed to be Alexander Lynch bloodbathed the headquarters of the Federal Animal Welfare Foundation in this inhumane atrocity. 55 People, including the famous philanthropist Mr. Al Rael and his wife, were killed. Innocent federal citizens were killed. The murder of this beloved social activist aroused widespread anger among the federal people. In 35 federal cities, including Washington, DC, people have held spontaneous demonstrations, demanding severe punishment for the thugs and the cosmic gathering place that instigated the terrorists behind the scenes, and justice for the 55 innocent federal citizens."

November 1970, Earth, Moscow. During the Reorganization War, Russia, where ethnic and religious conflicts worsened sharply, was almost destroyed in the civil war. Subsequently, after it was merged with the Eurasian Federation, or the European Union, a large number of residents moved to Western and Southern Europe where the climate and economic conditions were better. Only Ukraine, as a granary and heavy industry town, still managed to retain its original prosperity. With the development of space and the widespread use of nuclear energy, the Russian regional economy gradually recovered and the population increased rapidly. Many poor people from other regions gathered in this place with relatively loose security. However, it was not until the 1960s when the conflict between PLANT and the council members gradually intensified that it could not regain its former glory. On the contrary, it fell into a quagmire of turmoil and poverty due to brain drain, deteriorating public security and other reasons. When the war just started, few people paid attention to the distant war that seemed to be happening on an alien planet. But in April 1970, the humans here truly felt that the war was around them. Due to the elimination of nuclear energy, the electricity and heating here had to return to the industrial era, using coal, oil and even wood that were originally thought to be no longer used. Due to the energy crisis, most of the few factories and shops were closed, and the streets were full of unemployed people. In the following months, recruitment notices were posted on the streets one after another, and supply trains rumbled across the land. In the autumn, beggars and refugees who relied on relief supplies first discovered the reality of a shortage of food, medicine, and drinking water. Officials and major commercial stations that should have been abundant were empty. After more than ten days of ineffective protests, the helpless people could only search everywhere for wild fruits, vegetables, or anything that could satisfy their hunger. Hunters have become the most common profession among young adults, and even teenagers are wandering in groups deep in the mountains and forests. The natural ecology that has just recovered from the reorganization war is once again catastrophic. Due to the shortage of electricity and the high cost of machinery, the farmers had no choice but to run medieval manor houses and use their own hands to make the bread in their mouths with sweat and the harsh sunshine. Russians, who were originally famous for their enthusiasm and outspokenness, now have to first solve their daily food and heating problems. There are empty houses that have been demolished everywhere on the streets. Every evening, they look at everyone who passes by like a devouring monster. Wine has almost disappeared from men's lexicon. A few months ago, people from the army came and exchanged money and food for the vodka stored by the locals. Before winter came, all those who could walk left the city that was about to be frozen by ice and snow. Those who remained could only huddle together like mice in the field, praying to God that this winter would not be too cold. Soon, the first snow arrived, sweeping away all the street trees and various landscape plants in the city. During the day, the few remaining policemen due to conscription worked hard to maintain order, even though the hungry people had long lost the ability to cause chaos. At night, the city fell into a dead silence, as empty as a ghost land, until it was slowly awakened by the sunshine of the next day. It didn't snow again for a long time, which made the people with happy faces very happy. Everyone gathered in a church that they had not been to for a long time, thanked God for the gift, and then began to talk about their misfortunes and denounce the sins of those monsters in the universe - "It is all the fault of those monsters that destroyed this originally clean world!" "That's right! If I had known better, I would have destroyed them all with nuclear bombs, those evil hourglasses!" "Throw the NeutronJammer on the earth, do they want to kill us all?" "We won't let it go, sooner or later they will have to pay the price!" "Those blasphemers, God will punish them for their sins!" ... Just as everyone cursed, death came soon - Along with the violent cold wind, the blizzard that is common in Russia in previous years hit this icy city. At first, there were people who were sad for the beggars who froze to death on the streets, but soon people forgot about them because they had to face the same fate - It was as if the God of Death was living next door, happily listening to every inch of his muscles and bones slowly stiffening, and the life gradually flowing out of his eyes, waiting to wave the gleaming sickle to take away his soul. People no longer feel the beauty of the white snow. In the biting cold wind, dozens of people gather together to warm themselves by the fire. Young and strong men are crowded in the innermost. No one remembers the so-called gentlemanly demeanor. Whenever someone is frozen, the people around him will rush to take off his clothes and put them on himself randomly, abandoning the poor man's body in the white snow, and die in humiliation. Mothers and children hug each other tightly, often turning into statues on snowy nights. At this time, husbands and fathers can only watch in the crowded crowd as they quietly leave this world that may no longer be worth remembering. Later, people from BlueCosmos came here and said they wanted to recruit a group of students for a special force that exists to eliminate coordinators. They declared in advance that they would only recruit orphans, because this force needed a strong will to eliminate coordinators. As a result, many parents committed suicide in order to keep their children alive. In the wind and snow, one by one, the children sitting in the warm car and leaving can still see, in the wind and snow, the frost-covered bodies of their parents still hanging on the branches, swaying squeaking- December 1971, Xi'an, East Asia. Since a long time ago, this city on the edge of the desert has been plagued by drought - lack of water, sandstorms, overcrowded population, chaotic public security, like an old man waiting for death, without any vitality. People who have lived here for generations actually don't like this city. It's just that this is the case throughout East Asia. It may not be much better outside. Sometimes people also fantasize about leaving East Asia, but few people can afford the expensive fees. Moreover, between man and earth, who knows what the outcome will be? Due to poverty, there are almost no coordinators here. The locals have no idea about this so-called "monster". At most, they are just some very good people. Evil and other things are just the jealousy and resentment of those losers. Like many closed cities in East Asia, no one here has been to the universe. When talking about "dirty existence", people often first think of bureaucrats who indulge in feasting and prostitution, and prostitutes who sell themselves in red light districts, rather than the so-called coordinator. Even after the war started, no one felt that it had anything to do with them - "It was a boring war fought between outsiders and people from outside the country" Everyone looked at the officially decorated war reports indifferently, relying on years of experience to guess how the coalition lost this time, and when they got tired of fighting and started negotiating - after all, if there was a war, everyone would have to pay extra taxes. Soon, this leisurelyness disappeared. On April 1st, April Fool's Day, ZAFT launched a large-scale attack around the world. When they saw the news, everyone burst into laughter. It's true that today is April Fool's Day, but the government's joke is not funny at all. When did ZAFT, which was just suppressed by the coalition forces in its own country, have the ability to attack the world? But by the afternoon, everyone could no longer laugh: the whole city was without power, all factories and businesses were closed, and subsequently, even the government buildings and mansion areas were plunged into darkness. "This is not a joke." Later, after using coal and oil to restore part of the power supply, everyone realized what was going on. ZAFT dropped a lot of strange things, and then all the nuclear power plants stopped running. "It turned out to be the fault of the monster" Everyone understood the meaning of coordinator for the first time, but they would rather never understand it. In the hot summer, the sun was scorching the dry earth diligently. Everyone lay down in the shade like dogs to catch their breath - now, we can no longer afford electricity - while cursing those space monsters. "I heard that those satellites were originally ours, but those monsters said they were their territory." During the chat, someone said angrily. "Originally, we gave those monsters a place to live. Not only were they ungrateful, they even threw such evil things down——" "Yes——" Everyone suddenly became angry at the coordinator's ungratefulness. Soon, the water will no longer be available - due to hundreds of years of over-extraction, the groundwater level is getting lower and lower. At this time of severe power shortage, the price of water has skyrocketed, and widespread unemployment has left everyone in trouble, waiting for government relief every day. The days are getting worse and worse. Although autumn is not bad, Xi'an's winter has always been very cold. This year - In order to avoid causing riots, the government began to organize people who can afford relocation fees to leave, while those without money can only stay here helplessly while cursing the government for its lack of conscience. A few months later, it snowed, and the weather forecast said that this winter would be extremely cold. In the whistling wind, Xi'an turned into a dead city, cold and terrifying. Maybe, in spring, it will wake up, maybe not. Who knows... ... December 1970, Atlantic Federation, Washington. The Atlantic Federation was originally the most powerful of the three major powers. Of course, it relied the most on nuclear energy and suffered the greatest losses. However, relying on its strong scientific and technological strength and sufficient strategic energy reserves, the Atlantic Federation was the first to stand up from the devastation of NeutronJammer and became the dominant force in the alliance. The crisis-ridden Eurasian Federation and East Asian Republics had to follow the Atlantic Federation's lead - It is really ironic in this world that the goal that has been failed to be achieved after many years of hard work is finally achieved because of the coordinator's attack. The current Atlantic Federation covers the entire America, as well as Iceland and the British Isles. As the entire country enters a state of war, the Union Army, to be precise, the Atlantic Federation Army begins to accumulate strength, waiting to defeat PLANT - "We are the masters of this world!" … In this world filled with decay and despair, if there is no place where people can feel the regression of civilization, it can only be in the mansions of high-ranking officials, dignitaries and plutocrats. They can still enjoy the elegant and comfortable aristocratic life, if they still feel like that when they find that the world around them is withering and dying bit by bit. At this time, the rulers of this country, the owners of various consortiums and political leaders are all waiting, waiting for today's protagonist. Murta Azrael, the actual leader of the Atlantic Federation, the leader of BlueCosmos, which has hundreds of thousands of members and has important influence in countries around the world. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the current master of the alliance. "All the elites of natural persons, unite the masters of today and the future." After everyone stood up, Azrael walked to the central stage of the banquet and said - The expectations and respectful attitude of these so-called celebrities made him slightly satisfied. The anger of being ripped off by those pushy guys in yesterday's transaction subsided a little, but it seems that G is still worth the money, in this era when MS has become the protagonist of the battlefield. "Due to accidents caused by various cosmic monsters, our people have suffered from cold, hunger and disease. Our country has gone back decades ago. The blue planet, our beautiful home, has almost become ashes under the ravages and pollution of those monsters. Garbage dumps, ancient ruins are full of filth, and holy churches are in decay. We, as the masters of this world, are forced to endure repeated misfortunes and linger in humiliation and ridicule to this day! " Azrael waved his hand fiercely, and the servant behind him opened the huge screen on the wall, where a series of humanoid weapons were displayed; different from ZAFT's one-eyed cyan or purple Ginn and Dinn, these two-eyed machines showed colorful appearances and powerful bodies. "Our mobile suit, our own MS, has completed the design and is about to walk out of the workshop and go to the battlefield. Our natural warriors will give those space monsters a hard blow and let those dirty unnatural guys know." Azrael was almost roaring at the end. "We are the masters of this blue and clear world!"

Hey guys, Soul of Steel just ended, and so did you.

The updates are getting later and later, it seems that the author wants to end it...