TRIGUN STAMPEDE

It's fine. There's nothing to worry about.

Luida and Brad and the others will protect us. Okay?

Yeah.

Yeah!

Maybe you don't have to fight now?

Thanks.

But I've already made up my mind.

I'm protecting this ship and everyone on it.

Despite being a softie who can't even kill his enemies?

Undertaker, are your eyes okay?

Yeah. I can see, more or less.

More or less?

What's all that?

Flash-bangs I found in the warehouse. Better than nothing.

Oh, we found a motorcycle, too!

I wanted to try riding it. Vroom, vroom!

Here!

I hate to admit it, but I have no chance against the blue-haired freak.

That goes double for Mr. Softie here.

According to your explanation, this "Legato Bluesummers" fellow

can use telekinesis to control other people's bodies. Is that right?

How do you even beat someone like that?

I will... do the best I can do.

Even if that results in you getting carted off?

So then they wake up Knives and...

I see.

Maybe it'd be best just to kill you here and now.

Wait, what?!

Without this idiot running amok, Knives won't be able to come back.

Noman's Land can safely await the arrival of the colony fleet.

But...

I'll make sure your funeral is dignified and solemn.

What do you say, Needle-noggin?

That's "keeping it in the house."

Huh?

Oh, wait, no! It's "self-serving."

The Undertaker killing someone to do their funeral is very self-serving!

Ammo! Come on.

Oh, right!

I was just kidding.

Of course you were! Hornfreak said it all.

"I see. Now you're Vash the Stampede's sworn ally, are you?"

Right, Meryl?

That's right, Milly. The Undertaker wouldn't harm his own friend.

Of course not! He spent more than two years looking for Vash because...

Indeed, because they're friends!

I never said a word. Stop wrapping this up without me.

Thanks, Wolfwood.

For what?! I didn't say anything!

They're here.

Nai...

Target in range.

Fire!

Beginning assault.

That didn't do anything!

As expected, missiles are useless.

We'll have to take out their SSG.

SSG?

Their storm shield generator.

I hope they've taken shelter.

SSG down! We're losing shields!

Incoming flying object identified!

Signal: July!

The tower of JuLai?!

That's the Ark!

Intercept them!

It takes 30 minutes to recharge. Our shields won't last long either.

Then get us close already, Doctor.

That's what I had in mind.

Look! Here they come!

Listen up, everyone! We're taking them down!

To protect Noman's Land!

Right!

Shields down.

Okay, give me control!

Don't push it too far.

All right, time to play!

All units, spread out!

Time to move.

You go on ahead.

Vash...

Vash the Stampede.

The fool who voluntarily gave up being a god.

The fact that we need the likes of you to bring Lord Knives back is...

offensive.

Let's go. Don't waste my time.

I can't go with you. You get it, don't you?

Oh?

And what is Vash the Stampede, the man who can't kill, going to do?

You're going down!

Sorry about that. I'm a naughty boy, aren't I?

Always up to no good. I guess that's how I ended up here.

Even if you've had enough, you never get out of this hell.

Damn it all. What a shitshow to put on.

I'm pulling the curtains on you, you lousy ham!

Damn it.

I guess not being able to see is kind of a weakness after all.

So it goes.

Well? Aren't you going to shoot?

Stop.

Stop or I really will.

If you truly want to stop me, aim here.

I knew you couldn't do it.

Playtime is over.

I will take you to our god.

Two, for now.

Doctor, can you hear me? Come get us already.

Amazing! This is incredible!

You really are Lord Knives's little brother after all!

How much can you resist? Can you move?

Let's try it out!

Nice! Very nice!

Vash...