One Thousand and Eighty Baby

The Navigator 2, which pulled up a little bit slower, finally hit a space crack on the way of pulling up, and turned into an explosive fireball, rolling on the wall of this space.

They were only slower for less than 2 seconds. As a result, the two seconds that determine life and death made them lose the chance to live.

Fate is sometimes so unfair, it will not give him more opportunities because of the obedience and caution of the captain of Navigator No. 2, and it will not punish him more because of the recklessness of the captain of Navigator No. 3 Some……

In other words, in a sense, fate is fair, it is absolutely fair, it gives everyone only one chance, and there is no difference between everyone on the road to Huangquan!

Ignoring the sight of the three crashed planes, the captain of Navigator 1 yelled loudly on the public channel while pulling his joystick: "There is space magic ahead! There is space magic ahead! Turn! Turn!"

"Damn it!" The pilot on the co-pilot was also desperately cooperating with his captain to adjust the flight status of the plane.

They didn't have time to throw away all the ammunition they were carrying. In fact, their bomb bays were still full of 500 kilograms of bombs!

Doing this kind of exaggerated maneuver with these heavy loads is actually a very deadly choice.

If one is not careful, their bomber may disintegrate in the air, but even that is better than crashing directly.

At least, if the plane disintegrates, they still have a chance to parachute... Although, they parachute now and land in an enemy-occupied area, and it is estimated that hordes of demons will be used as food.

So, what he's thinking about now is not some damn skydiving, but going back with this heavy bomber!

"Tighten the joystick! Full booster engine! Lean to the left! Lean to the left! Adjust the nose!" Pulling the joystick, the captain of Navigator 1 nervously ordered.

They could feel that their B-52 bomber was no longer listening to the command of the joystick at this altitude.

Flying to this altitude with a full load is almost the limit of what this aircraft can do. Now it is not surprising when it disintegrates and crashes.

"Baby! Baby! You are the best! I love you! I love you! Come on! Come on baby!" On the co-pilot, the pilot held the joystick tightly, chanting frantically, begging, Devout as if caressing the beautiful woman in his dream.

...

The B-52 bombers following behind the leading formation responded within seconds,

They began to deviate sideways from their course, avoiding the huge radar reflection zone.

At the same time, in order to reduce weight, the densely packed B-52 bombers opened their bomb bays, regardless of what targets were under their feet, or whether they were in the wilderness, and at the same time began to reduce weight and drop bombs.

They abandoned all the bombs they were carrying, and then began to turn more lightly.

The huge fleet began to turn spectacularly, and dense passwords were interspersed back and forth on the radio.

It is not an easy task to coordinate a huge fleet of hundreds of planes. The entire formation was in chaos, and even two planes almost collided.

Hundreds of planes scattered across the sky, filled with the roar of aircraft engines and the lightning and thunder of the storm below.

Compared with the clumsiness of the B-52 bomber, the fighter force is much more flexible. They quickly avoided the invisible wall, and with the turning bomber, they began to stay away from the dangerous storm.

Of course, when they turned around, they could no longer see the three dazzling and huge flames.

They also did not see the weird and spectacular sight of the wreckage of the B-52 bomber rolling down in the sky.

Of course, they saw a B-52 crazily rushing to an altitude of 11,000 meters, and then fell like a leaf as if it had lost its soul.

Finally, under their horrified eyes, the B-52 bomber finally came back to life at an altitude of more than 7,000 meters and stabilized its flight attitude.

...

The captain on Navigator 1 let out a long breath, and finally slightly relaxed his hand holding the joystick.

Only at this time did he feel that his palms were covered with sweat, and the ghost knew what they had experienced in the past few minutes.

He looked out the window at the lightning and thunder, and the real rain on his windshield, and it was only then that he realized how much he liked the damn pictures in front of him.

Although there were still lightning and thunder, even though he was still in the storm and felt the slight vibration of the plane's fuselage, he was still very thankful that he was still alive at this moment, able to breathe, and cheer to his heart's content.

Fortunately, his plane is a new B-52 bomber that has just been in service for a few months. Fortunately, his plane has a magic defense barrier and a floating magic circle that can reduce weight!

Thanks to his wisdom at that moment just now, thank God for allowing him to control his own destiny at the last moment.

Anyway, no matter what, he is luckier than his subordinates. He has survived at least today and the present.

...

"After all, I still have to do it myself! A bunch of useless waste! I am the source of magic! I am the most powerful existence in this world!" In his own hall, the source of magic roared out of embarrassment, and the terrible voice echoed throughout the hall. reverberates.

"Do you think I failed? I can't do it? Those nasty bastards, including that bitch Aresia! You all have to pay the price! Pay a heavy price!" A manic magic storm surged in the temple, affecting The storm that hangs over the Welthorlands.

That's right, the source of magic has made a move. He released powerful magic energy and even changed the weather. At the same time, he also used space magic to form an absolute defensive barrier!

In order to severely injure those damn intruders, he planned to use the storm to hide the energy-consuming space magic defense barrier, or the super huge space rift.

However, what he didn't know was that the killing rounds he deployed with great brainpower ended up shooting down only three B-52 bombers.

"Long live the source of magic! Your brilliance shines on the demons! Victory will eventually belong to us!" A group of demon officers bowed piously in front of the source of magic, bowing their heads and chanting.

Once upon a time, they even had the illusion that the origin of magic had completely failed. But the facts proved to them that the powerful and invincible source of magic is still a powerful existence beyond their comprehension!

"Back off!" It seemed that he didn't want to show off his skills, and the source of magic just dismissed the subordinates in front of him lightly.

After everyone had exited the hall, the human figure formed by the original energy of magic began to stir irregularly: "Forced to use such a powerful magic...will I be backlashed by the power of natural rules..."