On the Ark of Peace, Eagle Face, who was about to pull up the gate, retracted his hand.
"Direction?"
"Nine degrees to the east, they are heading towards the smoke pillar!"
"Instructor, what do we do next?" the main pilot asked.
With the size of the Deity of Gods, it was impossible to avoid the aerial bombardment even if it moved. Furthermore, the magic power barrier had already lost its effect. As long as the second Glory of the Sun landed near the Black Stone Pyramid, there was a high chance of destroying the obelisk. Furthermore, it was the safest method for the flight crew.
But he didn't board the plane for safety's sake.
The pilots of the two bombers were chosen from outstanding cadets, with the only pilot being an instructor. The goal was obvious. The former was the key to flying the plane well, while the pilots were the guarantee to complete the mission.
A high chance of success meant that there was a chance of failure.
What he wanted was to abandon the part where he had to resign himself to fate and do what he could control to the extreme.
The General Staff had discussed the possibility of the Deity of Gods shifting between the two attacks, to the point that it had been moving from the beginning. There was only one solution, and that was to exchange altitude for accuracy until the enemy could no longer avoid it.
"Descend by 2,000 meters and recalculate the trajectory." Eagle Face ordered without hesitation. "We will follow them wherever they run to!"
…
At this moment, the Devilbeasts had already "collided" with the swooping planes.
Good felt the sky darken, as though the first rays of dawn had been swallowed by the curtain of night once again. Be it above or below, there were enemies everywhere.
The Fury of Heaven's cannons spat out dazzling streams of light, which was the only thing that made him feel at ease. By aiming or slightly straightening the cannons and firing, any Devilbeast that blocked their path would be torn to pieces. Individual skills were meaningless in a battle of such a scale. Even if he were to observe his surroundings, it was impossible for him to discover every enemy that was charging at him.
If not for his teammates protecting him, he would have been struck by the bone spears flying everywhere.
After three volleys of fire, Good felt his eyes light up and realized that he had penetrated through the horde of Devilbeasts. When he turned around, not a single enemy was chasing after him.
"What are the demons doing? They don't seem to be paying attention to us. "Finkin, who had been following him from the side, also noticed this.
Good piloted the plane to increase the distance between them. Suddenly, he knew something was wrong. Overall, only a few of the Devilbeasts in the sky were fighting with the Air Knight. The rest were trying their best to climb higher.
Logically speaking, the demons should not have been able to detect the bombers flying above the clouds.
As it turned out, they really didn't find their target.
Although the other party was climbing, the route he took was varied, giving the impression that he was bumping around blindly.
"Damn it, the demons are looking for the Ark!" Good roared into the radio.
"Isn't that a good thing?" Finkin whistled. "Judging by their flying speed, it will take a lot of effort to catch them. We can also take the opportunity to kill a few more to help His Highness relieve some pressure. "
Even so, Good still felt uneasy in his heart.
"Another group of enemies is coming!" His teammates reminded him. "Let's go to the clouds first. It's more suitable for a war of attrition. At an altitude of more than 4,000 meters, the Devilbeasts can hardly even flap their wings. We can cut off their tips layer by layer like shaving their heads. "
"That sounds like a good idea!"
"I'm going to climb up first!"
More than ten biplanes took off one after another and flew into the sky.
However, Good did not follow.
He tuned the radio to the team's frequency and spoke to Finkin alone. "We'll stay in this airspace."
"What? Stay here? If the enemies suddenly give up on their search, we'll be the first to be beaten up! " His old comrade immediately questioned. "Besides, if we don't take advantage of this opportunity, won't we let others take all the credit?"
"That's not the point. What's more important is the demons' actions!" Good explained while staring at the battlefield. "Think about it. Since they can guess the existence of the bomber, do you think they realized that the attack just now was actually from an inconspicuous bomb?"
"No way... The demons don't know about the existence of the Glory of the Sun plan, nor did they discover our attack in advance. It only took them a few minutes to drop the bomb and detonate it. How could they know so clearly?"
"I'm not sure, but I think it's not a coincidence that the floating city is moving toward the smoke column," Good murmured. Most people would think that it was a dust cloud formed by the explosion. They would not be able to avoid it in time, let alone approach it. If the demons did it on purpose, the time when the bomb fell would be their last chance to fight back.
"Alright," Finkin replied helplessly after a moment of silence. "Since you said so, I'll believe you this time. But if I lose any battle achievements because of this, you have to compensate me. "
"How about a month's worth of Chaos Drinks?"
"There's no need for that. Just introduce your sister to me."
"Snap." The sound of the communication being cut off came from the earpiece.
Finkin smiled and turned to fly towards Goode.
…
Damn it, these guys are really hard to deal with!
Undeserved steered the Stone of Flight as he frantically dodged the cluster of bullets that were shot at him. According to Mask, being hit by this gadget was no different from being hit by a hammer. The magic barrier could not withstand it for long either. Since Silent Disaster had suffered from human firearms before, he naturally had no intention of experiencing it for himself.
With his abilities, it was easy for him to interfere with the senses of ordinary humans. Even if the other party was wearing a God's Stone of Retaliation, he could more or less affect the other party. But the one who targeted him was a Witch.
What made Undeserved even more uncomfortable was that the Witch did not seem to have any intention of using magic to decide the outcome of the battle. She was piloting a blood-red iron bird and would not approach within 900 feet of him. Although she said that she would run after firing a shot, not only was she extremely agile, her accuracy was not bad either. She immediately put him in a passive situation where he could not catch up or shake her off.
It was a great humiliation to him that a magic user did not rely on their own magic but relied on external objects to fight!
Furthermore, there seemed to be more than one of such fellows.
For example, the God's Stone bullets that shot down from the clouds from time to time were clearly from the hands of the Witch. If not for his heightened sensitivity to hostility after advancing, he would have long been ambushed by the enemy.
Undeserved had never been so infuriated before. He had agreed to chase after the humans, but the prey refused to let him go, leaving him in a dilemma. At the end of the day, the only one who could be as agile in the air as on the ground was Hackzord, who was known as the Sky Lord. With all his abilities, he could only rely on the Stone of Flight to dodge left and right. It was all Nassaupelle's fault. If he had allowed the Winged Beast army to fight the enemy head-on, how could he have been chased by the red iron bird in such an unbridled manner?
What main attack force hidden in the sky? He made it sound as if he had seen it himself.
Undeserved dodged another volley of shots from the Witch as he angrily looked up, only to be taken aback.
A gigantic pitch-black iron bird glided out of the pillar of smoke. Its body was thicker than the largest Bogle Beast, and there were four propulsion devices hanging under its wings. The other Double-Winged Iron Birds were not even worth mentioning compared to it!
Without a doubt, this was the "anomaly" that Mask was referring to.
He had actually guessed correctly.
The other Winged Beast troops also noticed this as they chased after the new target according to the previous instructions. Although the humans attempted to stop them, in the face of the absolute disparity in numbers, they were only delaying for time. It was only a matter of time before they struck down the gigantic iron bird.
Fine, you're right. Undeserved used a sigil to transmit. My troops have already found your so-called main offensive force. I believe it will be resolved very soon.
However, Mask's voice did not seem to relax at all. What does it look like? Tell me quickly!
Undeserved frowned, but he still spoke bluntly. It looks like a larger man-made iron bird.
What about the bottom of its abdomen? Is there anything hanging on it?
At this moment, the Witch attacked again.
There's really no end to it! Once the big one is destroyed, it will be your turn soon! After Undeserved dodged, he finally had the time to take a closer look.
There's nothing beneath it. What are you trying to say?
Nothing at all? Mask repeated in a rare occurrence.
That's right. Undeserved said impatiently. Other than a huge crater, I don't see anything.
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