Six Freedom Gundams soared at cruising speed across the Gobi wasteland. The astral winds at high altitude were harsh and cold, but their AT Fields pushed all the violent air currents aside.
The Gundam squadron maintained a tight, hexagonal hunting formation, with five kilometers between each unit.
Their first target was three hundred kilometers away.
Allen's physical body had its eyes closed, busy with cultivation. A separate sub-thread of his consciousness was traversing the vast distance to directly command the six Freedom Gundams in battle.
Multithreaded operation had now become routine for him, as natural as breathing.
As the two powerful surges of Magic Power in the distance grew closer, the sub-thread issued a command. "Initiate standard pre-engagement procedure."
Two high-altitude Demon Eye IVs adjusted their lenses and locked onto the target area.
