Under the command of the radio, even though they were separated by a thousand meters, they were still able to act as one.
The three squadrons, a total of 75 Fires of Heaven, arrived at the interception zone at about the same time and pounced at the Devilbeast troops from three different directions. Their trajectories were like a crisscross scissors that instantly severed the enemy's formation!
The largest aerial battle of the Battle of Divine Will thus far had begun above the Impassable Mountain Range in the Kingdom of Wolfheart.
For a moment, the roar of the demons and the roar of the engines resounded throughout the mountain range.
The Devilbeasts that were struck spiraled downwards, and regardless of how powerful their pilots were, they could only helplessly allow their bodies to plummet, eventually turning into a blue speck on the ground.
After the two parties crossed paths, the originally neat formation no longer existed.
According to the flight manual, the Air Knight had to quickly shake off the enemy's pursuit and use the advantage of speed to widen the distance before turning around to launch another round of attacks.
"Fire at will, fire at will!" Tilly took the lead after issuing the command, relying on the Phoenix's abundant propulsion to charge out of the battle. Probably because the color of the Phoenix's fuselage was too striking, a few Devilbeasts followed her path and chased after her, which was something she had long expected.
If she could attract more enemies, the pressure on her teammates would lessen.
As long as she could create enough space, the Air Knight troops would be more suited for aerial battles than the Devilbeasts!
"Your Highness, be careful! A big guy has its eyes on you! "Good's warning sounded from the earpiece.
"Don't worry, I can see it." Tilly turned her head and swept a glance. "Pay attention to your position, I'll call for reinforcements!"
As the Phoenix's various capabilities far surpassed the Fire of Heaven and the Fire of Heaven, she did not provide herself with a wingman. Apart from having confidence in the Phoenix, there was no biplane that could keep up with her, so a solo battle would allow her to display her capabilities.
Tilly rode the wind and was the first to ascend and turn. The pursuing Devilbeasts were still flapping their wings with all their might in an attempt to close the distance between them. When both parties faced each other once again, the enemies clearly did not realize that they had turned from pursuers to prey.
The Phoenix swooped down and Tilly decisively pressed down on the firing button!
With such a good firing range, she did not even need to use the machine guns on the wings to calibrate the shots.
Four dazzling beams of light shot out from the nose of the Phoenix, drawing beautiful arcs in the air and piercing straight into the Devilbeast horde.
Ever since she raised the issue of the insufficient firepower of the 8mm general-purpose machine gun to strafe ground targets, Roland had pushed the production of larger caliber weapons to the agenda. As a specialized machine that possessed all sorts of top-notch technologies, the Phoenix was naturally the first to taste the sweetness. In the massive nose of the Phoenix were four 20mm cannons arranged symmetrically on the left and right, firing rate of nearly 7,000 rounds per minute, allowing its destructive capabilities to reach an unprecedented level.
Although her target this time was not the Mad Demon or the Spider Demon, the Devilbeast was obviously larger than the others, indicating that its master was a senior demon.
Devilbeast horde of of of of of of Devilbeasts was was that of. and of Devilbeasts.
When the beams of light approached the Devil, the latter released a furious roar. Several layers of blue shields immediately enveloped it, as though it had donned a set of sturdy armor. When the beams of light approached the Devil, the latter released a furious roar. Several layers of blue shields immediately enveloped it, as though it had donned a set of sturdy armor.
But just a moment later, the "armor" faded, shattered, and disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye amidst the sparks flying everywhere. Then, the huge impact sent the armor flying and tumbling to the ground. At this height, without fusing with a Magic Stone of Flight or other life-saving talismans, it was impossible for the Devil to survive.
The Devilbeast that had lost its master panicked and wanted to flee the battlefield, but Tilly did not give it the chance. She adjusted the angle of the Phoenix's nose and fired a barrage of shells at it.
At this moment, the distance between the two was less than ten meters. The flesh and blood that was torn apart by the barrage of bullets had even splattered onto the Phoenix's windshield.
Looking at the bloodstains, Tilly curled her lips and felt extremely carefree.
The sky was the stage for her revenge. She yearned for more.
The wails of the gigantic Devilbeast before its death had attracted a new batch of enemies. The demons had also realized that the red iron bird was much faster and more powerful than the other iron birds. It was undoubtedly their greatest obstacle. From the attire of the Devilbeasts, there were at least two or more Senior Demons.
In the era of the Union, they were the generals of the army or the core of an assault. But now, they had been assigned to ordinary troops. In a certain sense, it was enough to reflect the strength of the demons.
But Tilly did not feel the slightest bit of fear.
On the contrary, she felt a ball of fire burning in her chest.
In the process of regaining her offensive position, she had been staring at the opposing Senior Demon, while the latter was also staring at her. Tilly could clearly sense that their actions were much more cautious, no longer as casual and contemptuous as before.
She licked her lips and fiercely pressed down on the control stick.
"Come!"
…
"Truly … pleasing to the eye." Mask stood on the plains outside the city, gazing at the distant battlefield as he let out a light chuckle.
Silent Disaster glanced at him in surprise.
"Are you curious as to why I am so interested in worms?" Mask turned his head, and the many stacked masks let out an ear-piercing grinding sound.
"No …"
"There's no harm in telling you … What determines the quality of a race isn't the inferior races, but the outstanding individuals who grasp the knowledge! What I admire is not the worm that drives the iron bird, but the person who understands the principles behind the iron bird — "Mask spread his arms wide." Even if they are of the same race, the difference between the two is like heaven and earth. The former is a worm, while the latter … is a human! To be able to combine a bunch of metal inanimate objects and create a rhythm that is not inferior to that of life, don't you think that in itself is something full of charm? I really want to chop off the head of such a person and savor it! "
"…" Silent Disaster looked away speechlessly.
"But that is something to be considered in the future." Mask sighed regretfully at not being able to resonate with the other party. "The first thing to do now is to disperse these annoying worms —"
He took out a pocket-sized magic power core and injected it with magic power. The core quickly bloomed in circles. Following that, the ground beneath his feet trembled!
A gigantic stele broke out from the ground as cracked black rocks fell from above, producing crackling sounds. One end of the stele was still buried underground, while the other end was raised high and pointed towards the sky. After the dust settled, through the translucent outer walls, one could see the Symbiotic Demons' blood vessels and meridians all over the stele. Magic power glimmered endlessly, causing the stele to look like a living creature.
And there was more than one such stele.
As though they had received an order, more steles appeared around the Deity of Gods.
"I will use the Battle of Divine Will to prove that knowledge is far superior to brute force. The so-called magic power is just a part of knowledge!" Mask stood under the shadow of the stele and raised the shining core high in his hand. "— And I, Nassaupelle, am the most worthy lord of the race!"
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