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9-5 Self Immune

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I'm out, Miss Luna.

Boom—

Boom—

As Gabriel reports to Luna, he continues to bombard the cabin walls of the space station with a hand cannon.

Target signal clear. I'm moving in a straight line.

Very well.

Those people are also in the space station, but they are not our mission target. Avoid contact if possible.

Understood. I'll try to make it quick.

Once the mission is complete, send me the signal immediately.

...I'll pick you up in person.

Understood.

Boom—

Hm?

The entire space station starts trembling vigorously. The connecting joints between compartments slowly disintegrate, layer by layer.

Is this place disintegrating...?

Broadcast

Dear children, we are now demonstrating how the immune system of the human body works—

Cells infected by bacteria or viruses will be... destroyed and discarded...

The broadcast... Does it mean the space station is self-destructing?

After a lot of trembling, you look out from the window. Many compartments have already been tossed into space...

Some compartments do not have the time to release pressure, and are pushed away instead by their content, including air and Babylonia troops...

Like it said, the immune system of the space station was triggered.

Immune? You mean the immune system of the Corrupted... against humans?

If I'm not wrong...

You destroyed the space station's observation room and weapon control system, which was akin to disabling its attack and defense functions.

Now that your troops start to land, they have triggered the immune system "within" the space station.

To it, a temporary disintegration doesn't necessarily mean destruction...

Because as long as the gravity core still exists, it can attract and restructure nearby matters like it did in the past...

But the integration surely is devastating to us.

...If we don't do anything, we will probably end up expunged.

Understood, Commandant.