The anti-aircraft cannons roared, and the high-temperature airflow rushed out of the heat dissipation grid. The snow was evaporated by the heat flow, and the steam and dust were wrapped in the blizzard. The dazzling light beams and cannonball tails tore the chaotic sky apart again and again, drawing a net of fire in the low-hanging clouds and the blizzard. In the flashes of the net of fire, countless shadows were fighting.
Flesh and steel machines, the flying Knight and the modern soldiers armed with magical technology. This scene was like a fierce collision between two eras in the sky. The collision produced sparks and debris in all directions and blended into the howling blizzard.
The external monitor above the carriage showed the images in the sky. Maryland looked at the tragic scene with a pale face. He had seen this kind of collision before, this kind of violent conflict that was like the change of eras. The only difference was that the last collision happened on the ground, and this time... it happened in the sky.
"Sir! Those Typhon people are not normal! "The observer shouted and reported." They seem to be able to resurrect! And their combat power is far stronger than the guys we have encountered before! "
"If they can resurrect, kill them a few more times. If they are too strong, concentrate fire. All the anti-aircraft cannons at full power. Take out those individual missile launchers too. Flesh and blood are always weaker than machines!" Maryland stood on the command platform and ordered in a calm voice. "How long until we get out of this blizzard?"
"Sir!" Another communications officer who was in charge of communicating with the air force immediately reported. "The high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft reported that the blizzard has been moving with us. We are in the middle of it all the time!"
"Damn it... this is the doing of those Typhon people..." Maryland cursed in a low voice. He looked at the side of the window. Through the reinforced crystal glass and thick shield, he saw that the armored train escorting the Iron Scepter was firing at full power. The small cannons installed on the roof and part of the two sides of the train kept shooting at the sky. Suddenly, a huge fireball fell from the sky and hit the shield on the top of the train. Then, three consecutive fireballs appeared. The shield flashed violently and a gap appeared for a moment. Although the gap closed again in the next moment, one of the fireballs had penetrated the shield and hit the train.
The powerful force contained in the fireball exploded, and a dazzling light bloomed on the roof of the Iron Scepter train. In the loud roar and the ear-piercing sound of metal tearing and twisting, an anti-aircraft cannon and a large part of the armored structure fell off the train in the explosion. Flames and thick smoke rose in the middle of the armored train. Between the broken armor plates, Maryland could see that the damage control team of the train was quickly extinguishing the spreading flames.
Some of the enemies were close enough to attack the armored train directly. This meant that the dragon cavalry squadron in the sky was in a tough battle and could no longer intercept all the enemies.
This strange blizzard was obviously not as simple as blocking vision and interfering with flight.
"I'm afraid this is a 'miracle' level of theurgy..." Maryland gritted his teeth and looked at the adjutant beside him. "When will the reinforcements from the Shadowy Swamp arrive?"
"The special forces have taken off a few minutes ago, but the weather conditions are too bad. We don't know when they will arrive," the adjutant quickly reported. "Also, we have just observed that the blizzard has expanded again..."
Before the adjutant's voice trailed off, a dazzling light suddenly burst out outside the window. Maryland saw a blazing fireball falling from the sky in the distance. The fireball shone with a pale blue halo of magic energy. In the blazing flames, he could vaguely see the distorted cockpit and the dragon wing structure. The remaining power was still working. It slowly descended in the blizzard, but the falling speed was getting faster and faster. Finally, it hit the eastern ridge and caused a violent explosion in the gray sky.
The pilots of the dragon calvary were equipped with emergency escape devices. Their special "armor" was embedded with small weight-reducing runes and wind elemental blessing modules. The pilot of the aircraft may have escaped the airframe in advance, but in this terrible snowstorm, their chances of survival were still slim.
As the flying machine fell, the dismembered remains of the Griffin Knight and the battle mage kept falling from the sky.
Maryland stared at the scene, but he quickly withdrew his gaze and continued to calmly command the huge war machine beside him to fight the enemy in the snowstorm.
This level of 'miracle' theurgy could not be released in an instant. Such a large-scale air force also needed some time to mobilize and integrate. There was also the early stage of intelligence investigation and the choice of the ambush site. All of this must be the result of detailed planning. Typhon had probably planned this attack for a long time.
Obviously, the 'steel propulsion' of the armored train had really put a lot of pressure on them, so they were willing to do anything to destroy these war machines.
The loud roar of the magic cannons continued to ring out. Even with the barrier between them, the tactical carriages still reverberated with the continuous low roar. Two armored trains rushed through the mountains in the face of the fierce wind. The anti-aircraft cannons swept more wreckage from the air from time to time. This process lasted for an unknown amount of time. And at the edge of this snowstorm, in the direction of the Shadowy Swamp, a formation of black-painted dragon knights was flying at full speed.
The clouds in front of them showed an obviously abnormal iron-gray color. It had gone beyond the scope of normal 'dark clouds'. Instead, it was more like a mass of solid iron slowly rotating in the sky. The fierce hurricane and the blizzard roared in the distance. It was a daunting scene. If it were not for the dragon cavalry's special shield and wind element affinity enchantment technology, this extremely bad weather would not be suitable for any flight mission.
The black-painted dragon cavalry formation did not slow down or hesitate in the face of this terrible weather. After a slight increase in altitude, they rushed straight into the area where the storm gathered like a carnival.
In the aircraft of the captain, a female pilot with short black hair held the joystick in her hand tightly. She stared at the approaching cloud wall in front of her. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but the corner of her mouth was upturned.
The voice of the wingman came from the communicator next to the console. "Captain, we are about to enter the storm!"
"I see it! I see it!" The short-haired woman grinned with an excited smile on her face. "Wuhu! This thing is much more exciting than the breeze in the simulation training!"
"Full power!" The pilot who was the mechanic shouted behind her. "We will enter the blizzard in 15 seconds!"
The short-haired woman turned on the team's communicator and shouted, "Girls and boys! Go in and dance! Open your eyes wide! Those who are left behind or lost, find a mountain to kill yourself and don't come back! "
The next second, a burst of excited cheers came from the communicator. "Wuhu!"
...
Another flying machine was engulfed in flames in the distance. The burning fireball kept rolling in the wind and slowly slid in the direction of the distant ridge. Before the fireball exploded, two vague figures jumped out of the cockpit of the thing and fell in the blizzard like fallen leaves.
Cremonte stood in the air and watched the scene indifferently. He did not choose to deal the final blow. This was his moral code as a noble.
He knew that the era of traditional nobles and Knight spirit was over. War now seemed to be a more unscrupulous thing. His persistence had long become a joke to many people. But let them laugh. For him, the glorious era was not over. Only when the end of life came would it truly come to an end.
Moreover, falling into such a terrible snowstorm, those who fled from the flying machines would not be able to survive.
The cold wind whistled in all directions. The flames of the explosion and the pungent smell filled all senses. He looked around the battlefield and could not help but frown.
Before today, no one had ever imagined such a scene.
Before today, no human country could support such an air force.
For the first time, he knew that the sky could become such a tragic battlefield. A large number of troops could fight so far away from the ground. A three-dimensional conflict dominated this battle, and what was revealed behind this battle made the noble of Typhon tremble slightly.
The Cecil people had mass-produced flying machines, while the Typhon people had mass-produced extraordinary people and miraculous magic. These were two independent lines of development. When they met unexpectedly, the whole of human history must leave a sufficient chapter to mark.
Cremonte was wrapped in the powerful power of wind, thunder, lightning, frost, and fire. The turbulent elemental vortex covered his back like a huge wing. This was a powerful feeling he had never felt under normal circumstances. Under the endless supply of magic, he could not remember how many times he had released large-scale spells that were enough to drain him dry. The number of enemies was decreasing, and the number of allies was decreasing. However, this loss was worth it after all. Cecil people's air force had a gap. Now, several groups that carried out the task of carrying out the assault could already cast powerful spells on the two rows of moving fortresses.
Facts proved that those insufferably arrogant steel monsters were not so invulnerable.
"… Air force may be the key to the outcome of the battle. The overall battle on the ground and in the air may be a trend …"
Cremonte opened his hands and faced the anti-air barrage of Cecil people. The powerful shield blocked several of the fatal blows. He locked on to a flying machine and began to try to interfere with its energy cycle. At the same time, he also activated a powerful communication spell and reported what he saw as if talking to himself. The snowstorm did not affect the effect of the communication spell. Instead, it greatly extended the communication range of each combat mage.
"… Flying units can't survive for too long in air combat, even if they have three lives …"
"The Griffin Knight and the middle-grade combat mages are expendable here … Many of them were shot down by the anti-air fire from the ground …"
"… The strong light from the ground has a great impact … The light not only exposes us, but also disrupts vision and spatial perception … It's as effective as weapons …"
The anti-gravity ring of the flying machine in the distance suddenly burst out a series of flashes, and the whole machine shook unsteadily. Cremonte narrowed his eyes slightly and realized that he had successfully interfered with the machine's power mechanism.
Based on what he observed just now, the machine would transfer most of its energy to the poorly functioning anti-gravity device to maintain flight, which would cause it to become a floating target in the air.
Cremonte raised his hands high, and a powerful electric arc formed in his hands. But before he was about to release the fatal attack, a low buzzing sound suddenly approached from the side at a very high speed. The great sense of crisis made him change the direction of the electric arc in an instant. At the same time, he violently stirred up invisible magic power and quickly left the place.
A dense arcane barrage swept over the place where he had just stood in the next second.
Cremonte broke out in a cold sweat. He turned his head to look in the direction of the attack. He was surprised to see a jet with a pure black paint and even wider dragon wings appear in his field of vision.
Then, he noticed that more such aircraft emerged from the clouds in the distance. One after another, they were coming fiercely!
Was it Cecil's air support?!
"The enemy's support is here!" He immediately warned through the transmission spell. "Watch out for those black guys. Their attacks are more ferocious!
"Hurry up! Attack team, take care of the Cecil's train. The Griffin Knight Regiment, provide cover at all costs!"
Just a moment ago, the dragon cavalry formation was in a huge disadvantage. The Typhon's combat strength had been unprecedentedly strengthened and the harsh snowstorm around them had shot down one fighter after another. The armored train on the ground seemed to be in danger. At this moment, the sudden appearance of the reinforcements finally stopped the situation from sliding in a worse direction. The newly appeared black aircraft quickly joined the battle and began to fight to the death with the Typhon's soldiers who had fallen into a frenzy.
In the whistling barrage of bullets and lasers, Cremonte held up a powerful shield. He continuously changed his flight trajectory to distance himself from the black aircraft while constantly turning back to release large-scale electric arcs to weaken the opponent's defense. There were a few times when he felt that he had brushed shoulders with the Grim Reaper. Although in theory he already had three chances to fight the Grim Reaper, he did not want to waste any of his life here unless he had no other choice.
Because as long as he died once, the price of the "miracle" would have to be paid.
One of the black aircraft seemed to have identified him as the commander of this army and had been chasing him relentlessly. Cremonte did not know how long he had been entangled with the opponent. Finally, under the continuous exhaustion and pursuit, he seized an opportunity.
He rushed into the clouds and quickly created a large number of levitating spheres under the cover of the clouds. Then, without hesitation, he went out of the clouds from another direction. What happened next was just as he expected: the black aircraft did not hesitate to follow him. The next second, a series of explosions tore the iron-gray cloud apart.
Cremonte stood still in the air and stared in the direction of the explosions. In the smoke and fire, he saw the black figure rushing out in a crooked manner. It was in tatters and seemed to be barely able to maintain its flying posture.
"Goodbye." He said softly. Then, without hesitation, he raised his hand and waved it down. A powerful electric arc suddenly crossed the distance and tore the aircraft into pieces.
Then, without hesitation, Cremonte turned around and was ready to support his comrades who had fallen into a difficult battle.
But a roar from behind interrupted the high-ranking combat mage's action. The roar was deafening and carried some kind of power that made living creatures naturally feel terrified. When it rang out, Cremonte felt as if his heart was tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
He did not know how he felt when he turned his head. When he slowly moved his eyes in the direction of the roar, the surrounding snowstorm seemed to have temporarily stagnated. The next moment, he saw that in the depths of the smoke and fire that had not yet dissipated, two ferocious and almost terrifying figures tore the clouds apart. Two cold and hostile gazes fell on him.
Cecil's men … and dragons.
(New Book of Holy Paladins! The "Myriad Worlds Directory" has been released. Needless to say, right?)
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