Sword of Daybreaker

The anti-aircraft artillery roared, the hot air rushed out of the heat dissipation grid violently, the snow was evaporated by the heat flow, the steam and smoke were entrained in the blizzard, and the dazzling beams and the tail marks of the shells tore the chaotic sky again and again. The low hanging clouds and the blizzard opened a fire net-in the flash of the fire net, countless shadows were fighting and fighting.

Flesh and steel machines, flying knights and modern soldiers armed with magical technology, this scene is as if two eras have violently collided in the sky. The sparks and fragments produced by the collision are scattered and melted into the roar of the blizzard. in.

The external monitor above the carriage came with an image from the sky, and Maryland looked at this tragic scene with a sullen expression-he had seen this kind of collision, this kind of violent conflict like the change of times, but the last collision happened. On the ground, and this time... it happened in the sky.

"Sir! Those Typhons are abnormal!" The observer shouted and reported, "They seem to be resurrected! And the fighting power is far stronger than the guys we met before!"

"If you can resurrect, kill a few more times. If you are too powerful, focus your firepower. All the anti-aircraft artillery will be fully fired, and all the individual missile launchers will be taken out-flesh and blood are always weaker than machines!" , Ordered in a high voice calmly, "How long can we break out of this blizzard?"

"Sir!" Another communications soldier who was in charge of contacting the air force immediately reported in a loud voice, "The high-altitude reconnaissance plane reported that this blizzard has been moving with us-we are always in the center of it!"

"Damn...this is really the ghost of the Typhons..." Maryland cursed in a low voice. He looked at the side car window, through the reinforced crystal glass and thick shield, he I saw the iron scepter armored train escorted by the side firing in full force. The small forts set up on the roof and on both sides of the train section kept shooting at the sky. Suddenly, a huge ball of fire fell from the sky and hit the train severely. On the top of the shield, there were three consecutive fireballs-the shield flashed violently for a moment, although the gap was closed again, but a fireball had penetrated the shield and hit the car. body.

The powerful force contained in the fireball exploded, and a dazzling light bloomed on the roof of the iron scepter. Amid the huge roar and the harsh noise of metal tearing and distortion, an anti-aircraft gun and large pieces of armor structure broke away in the explosion. The car body, flames and thick smoke rose in the middle of the armored train. Between the broken armor plates, Maryland could see that the train’s damage management team was quickly extinguishing the spreading flames.

Some of the enemies are close enough to directly attack the armored trains, which shows that the dragoon squadrons in the sky are in a hard fight and are unable to intercept all the enemies.

This weird blizzard is obviously more than just blocking the line of sight and disturbing the flight.

"This is probably a miracle-level magic..." Maryland gritted his teeth and looked at the adjutant to the side. "When will the reinforcements from the Shadow Bog arrive?"

"The special forces formation took off a few minutes ago, but the weather conditions are too bad, I don't know when they will arrive," the adjutant reported quickly. "In addition, the range of the blizzard that was observed just now has expanded again..."

Before the adjutant’s words fell, a dazzling flash suddenly erupted from the window. Maryland saw a blazing fireball falling from the sky in the distance. The light blue magical halo was shining in the fireball, which was burning blazingly. In the flames, the twisted cockpit and the dragon wing structure can be vaguely distinguished-the remaining power is still working. It slowly descended in the blizzard, but the falling speed is getting faster and faster, and finally it hits the east side. The mountain beam produced a violent explosion in the gloomy sky.

The pilots of the Dragoons are equipped with emergency escape devices. Their special "armor" is embedded with small weight reduction runes and wind element blessing modules. The pilot of the aircraft may have escaped from the body in advance, but In this terrible snowstorm, their chances of survival are still slim.

While the flying machine fell, the fragmented remains of Griffin Riders or Battle Mage continued to fall from the sky.

Maryland watched this scene, but soon he withdrew his gaze and continued to calmly and calmly command the huge war machine next to him to face the enemy in the snowstorm.

This level of "miracle" magical technique cannot be released instantaneously. Such a large-scale air force also needs a certain amount of time to mobilize and run in, as well as preliminary intelligence investigations and the selection and judgment of the ambush site. All of these must be detailed. The result of the plan-Typhon people have planned this attack for a long time.

Obviously, the "steel propulsion" of the armored trains really caused tremendous pressure on them, so they would do so at any cost in order to destroy these war machines.

The loud sound of the magic cannon continued to sound. Even though the barrier was separated, the tactical compartment still reverberated with a low and continuous roar. Two armored trains were flying across the mountains in the wind, and the anti-aircraft artillery swept more debris from the air from time to time. Falling down, this process lasted for an unknown period of time, and on the edge of this blizzard, towards the shadow swamp, a formation of dragoons with black paint was flying at full speed.

The cloud layer ahead showed an obviously abnormal iron-gray color, which was beyond the scope of normal "clouds". Instead, it was more like a solid iron mass slowly rotating in the sky, and the fierce hurricane engulfed the blizzard. Howling in the distance, it is a daunting sight-if it weren't for the Dragoon fighters with special shields and wind element affinity enchanting technology, this kind of extreme weather is definitely not suitable for any flying mission.

The dragoon formations with black paint did not slow down or hesitate in front of this terrifying celestial phenomenon. After slightly raising the height, they rushed straight towards the area where the storm gathered, like a carnival.

In the aircraft serving as the captain of the aircraft, a female pilot with short black hair clasped the joystick in her hand. She stared at the approaching cloud wall, her eyes narrowed slightly, but the corners of her mouth were tilted upward.

The voice of the wingman came from the communicator next to the console: "Captain, we are about to enter the storm!"

"I saw it!" The short-haired woman grinned, with an excited smile on her face, "wuhu-this thing is much more energetic than the breeze in the simulation training!"

"Full effort!" the pilot who was the mechanic said loudly behind her, "I will enter the blizzard in fifteen seconds!"

The short-haired woman opened the team's communication and shouted: "Girls and boys! Go in and have a dance! All your eyes are widened-those who are left behind and lost will find a hill to kill themselves and don't come back. !"

In the next second, a burst of excitement came from the communicator: "wuhu——"

...

Another flying machine was swallowed by flames in the distance. The flaming fireball was constantly rolling in the gusty wind, slowly sliding down towards the distant mountain ridge, and before the fireball exploded, there were two faint figures from the thing. Jumped out from the cockpit, falling like fallen leaves in the blizzard.

Cremont stood high in the sky, watching this scene indifferently, and did not choose to make up for the final blow-this was his moral code as a nobleman.

He knows that the era of traditional aristocracy and chivalry has passed. The current war seems to be a more unscrupulous thing. His persistence has already become the laughing stock of many people-but let them laugh, in him, That glorious era is not over yet, only when the end of life comes, it will truly end.

What's more, falling into such a terrible blizzard, those who escaped from the flying machine are unlikely to survive.

The cold wind roared in all directions, the explosion of fire and the pungent smell filled all the senses, he looked around the battlefield around him, his brows frowned.

Before today, no one had thought of such a scene;

Before today, no human country can support this kind of air power;

He knew for the first time that the sky could be such a fierce battlefield, and that a large number of troops could fight and fight in such a place far away from the earth. A three-dimensional conflict dominates the battle, and what lies behind the battle What was revealed made the Typhon noble feel his nerves trembling slightly.

The Cecils have mass-produced flying machines, and Typhon has mass-produced transcendents and miracles. These are two independent development routes. When they accidentally meet, the entire human history must leave enough chapters for it. Make a note.

Cremont is surrounded by powerful wind, thunder, lightning, and frost flames. The turbulent elemental vortex covers him like huge wings. This is a powerful feeling he has never had under normal circumstances. In the endless Under the supply of magic power, he can't remember how many times he has released large-scale spells that are enough to squeeze him dry-the number of enemies has decreased, and the number of friendly forces has also been declining, and this loss is worthwhile after all. There has been a gap in the air power of the Cyr people. Now, several teams performing the assault mission can put powerful spells on the two mobile fortresses.

Facts have proved that those invincible steel monsters are not so invulnerable.

"...Air power may become the key to controlling the battle. The overall combat on the ground and the sky may be a certain trend..."

Cremont opened his hands and faced the Cecil’s air defense barrage. The powerful shield resisted several fatal damages. He locked a flying machine and began to try to interfere with the opponent’s energy cycle. At the same time, he also inspired powerful communication spells, reporting what he saw in the communication as if talking to himself-this blizzard not only did not affect the effect of the communication, but instead made every battle mage's communication distance. Are greatly extended.

"...A flying unit cannot survive for too long in an air battle, even if it has three lives...

"Gryphon knights and mid-level battle mages are consumables here... Many people were beaten down by air defense fire from the ground...

"... The strong light coming from the ground has caused a great impact... The light not only exposes us, but also disrupts the perception of sight and space... It is as effective as a weapon..."

The anti-gravity ring of the flying machine in the distance suddenly burst into a series of flashes, and the whole body shook unsteadily. Cremont narrowed his eyes and realized that he had successfully interfered with the power mechanism of this thing.

According to the experience we have just observed, the next machine will transfer most of its energy to the poorly functioning anti-gravity device to maintain flight, which will cause it to become a living target floating in the air.

Cremont raised his hands high, a powerful arc formed in his hands, but before he was about to release this deadly attack, a low buzzing sound suddenly approached from the side at a very high speed, a huge sense of crisis. Let him instantly change the direction of the arc release, while swinging it to the side, he violently agitated the invisible magic power and quickly left the place.

A dense arcane barrage swept over where he had just stood in the next second.

Cremont broke out in a cold sweat, turned his head and looked in the direction of the attack, and he saw an aircraft with a pure black coating and a larger dragon wing device appearing in his field of vision.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed more such aircraft emerging from the distant clouds-one after another, coming menacingly!

Is it Cecil's air support? !

"The enemy's support is here!" He immediately warned loudly during the interrogation, "Watch out for those black guys, their attacks are more fierce!

"Speed ​​up the action, and the attack team will solve the train of the Cecils-the Griffin Knights will provide cover at all costs!"

A moment ago, the Dragoon formation had fallen into a huge disadvantage. The Typhons, whose combat effectiveness had been unprecedentedly strengthened, and the harsh snowstorm surrounding them had caused one fighter after another to be shot down, and the armored trains on the ground seemed precarious. At this moment, reinforcements. The sudden appearance of finally stopped the situation from falling in a worse direction-the newly appeared black aircraft quickly joined the battle and began a desperate struggle with those Typhons who had fallen into madness.

In the howling barrage and rays, Cremont supported a powerful shield. While continuously changing his flight trajectory to increase the distance from those black aircraft, he kept looking back and released a large-scale arc to weaken the opponent. On several occasions, he felt that he had passed by the **** of death-although in theory he already had three opportunities to play with the **** of death, but if he had no choice, he did not want to waste any life here. .

Because as long as you die once, the price of the "miracle" must be paid.

There was a black fighter plane that seemed to recognize him as the commander of this army, and it had been biting hard. Cremont didn’t know how long he had been entangled with the other party. Finally, under continuous consumption and chase, he caught it. a chance.

He rushed into the clouds, and under the cover of the clouds, he quickly created a large expanse of floating balls, and then went through the clouds from the other direction without hesitation. What happened after that was just as he expected: the black aircraft He followed without hesitation, and in the next second, the continuous explosion flash tore the iron-gray cloud.

Cremont stood still in the air, staring at the direction of the explosion. Amidst the smoke and fire, he saw the black shadow rushing out slantingly-it was already in tatters and seemed to be flying. Can only barely maintain.

"Goodbye." He said softly, then raised his hand without hesitation and waved it down. A powerful electric arc suddenly straddled a long distance, tearing the aircraft to pieces.

Then Cremont turned around without hesitation, ready to go to support his comrades who were already in a difficult battle.

But a roar from behind interrupted the action of the high-ranking battle mage: the roar stunned the clouds, with a certain power that made the creatures naturally feel terrified. When it sounded, Cremont even felt his own The heart seemed to be held tightly by an invisible hand.

He didn’t know what mood he was turning his head around—when his gaze moved slowly, looking in the direction of the sound, the surrounding blizzard seemed to stagnate temporarily, the next moment, he saw there In the depths of the smoke and flames that have not yet dissipated, two hideous and almost terrifying figures shredded the clouds, and two cold and hostile eyes fell on him.

The Cecil...there are dragons.

(Milky ride's new book! "The Roster of Ten Thousand Realms" has been released. Needless to say the rest?)