One Hundred and Forty-One Real Magicians

"Recently, I have rarely encountered dragon knights who don't know how to live or die. They have appeared in our airspace alone! The Holy Demon Empire is probably out of luck!" On the radio, Oranke said to his wingman easily.

The two of them have achieved more than 30 dragons and become the most dazzling combination in the entire Air Force. Their noses are covered with faucet logos, and they look majestic in rows.

This airspace has a legend of their own, a great legend about fighter jets slaying dragons.

"The fool even sent the dragon knight to die. The previous large-scale harassment operations were no longer suitable for them." The wingman replied happily.

Because of the radar, the dragon knights couldn't silently cross the line of defense of Alan Hill. The higher they flew, the more clear signals they left on the radar screen.

The clouds can't protect their whereabouts, and they won't realize this until they die. Just like Alan Hill is not well suited to fighting against the Magic Empire, the Holy Demon Empire is ignorant of the science and technology of mortals.

In fact, as long as they drop the height and let the dragon fly at a low altitude, they can effectively avoid the search of the radar, and the characteristics of the dragon can take off and land vertically, which can also allow them to fall to the ground and hide from the patrolling fighter jets.

But they have no experience in this area. Before they can test the blind spots and characteristics of the radar, the dragon knights will be shot down and lost: it is impossible for the prisoners and the dead to bring the experience back to share with their companions, so the dragon knights will be shot down and lost. The infiltration operation is destined to be a tragedy.

"Stay high! Keep searching! I have a hunch that we will have something to gain today!" Oranke looked down at the ground beneath his feet and carefully distinguished everything between the ground and him.

"There is no news from the radar station. There is nothing in this airspace except us!" The pilot of the wingman looked a little bored, and said boringly: "There is no dragon, there is no enemy, it has been almost two days."

"Yeah! If there were still combat patrols every day, I think I would have thought the war was over." Oranke also felt that this kind of patrol that could not meet the enemy was very boring. He controlled his fighter jet to raise slightly, so that the clouds above his head were closer to him.

Just as the two pilots were bored to pass the time, a hurried warning from the ground command center came through their earphones: "Patrol Squad 7! Patrol Squad 7! Squad 11 in the airspace directly ahead of you has lost contact! They have lost contact with them. Report that you have seen a suspicious target before contacting! Be careful! Check if there is any enemy situation, and keep in touch at any time!"

"Squad No. 7 understands!" Oranke suddenly came to his senses,

He pressed the intercom to answer, and then ordered his wingman: "Come on! Someone is coming to the door!"

"Be careful! We haven't lost two fighter jets for a long time! Squad 11 is not a rookie, and the enemy who can shoot them down is not necessarily easy to deal with." The wingman turned on the intercom and reminded Oranke.

Of course, Oranke knew the seriousness. While searching the sky, he promised: "No target was found at the radar station. What is going on? The enemy has hidden his whereabouts?"

"If the Holy Demon Empire had this kind of magic, they would have used it long ago, and would they have waited until now?" The wingman said in disbelief: "I think they used low-altitude flight to avoid the radar warning area..."

"You are in charge of searching the ground, and give it to me!" Oranke also felt that the magic that could hide his whereabouts was a bit nonsense, and said to the wingman, "Don't miss any suspicious places, form a formation, and don't get together!"

The two planes searched and flew forward one after the other, and they were about to enter the airspace that Team 11 was responsible for. As a result, at this time, Oranke seemed to see something unbelievable.

"What is that? Hell!" he shouted on the radio, and then frantically repeated what he saw: "I saw a man flying in the sky! Not a dragon rider! Not a dragon rider!"

He now finally understands why the radar station did not detect this target, because the target is too small, as small as the current radar clutter...

The man flying in the sky on the opposite side also seemed to have seen Oranke and his wingman, so he rushed over at a speed similar to that of a fighter jet. It was as dense as a thick fog.

In the wind that could almost kill people, the man stretched out his palm, and the clouds above Oranke's head became violent. Oakland in the cockpit felt a twist in the airflow, and his plane seemed to lose control.

"Avoid the opponent's attack! He's attacking us!" Oranke controlled his plane and rushed out from the air current that seemed to be no longer stable. Just as he avoided the terrible air current, a flash of lightning came from Splitting out of the clouds, it nearly penetrated Oranke's plane.

Although the lightning was not strong, it still really startled Oranke. If struck by lightning in the sky, his plane would not be much better if it didn't crash.

"My God! The other party actually flew in the sky by himself! Am I crazy!" The wingman also turned around to avoid the person's flight path. If Chris had seen what he saw, he would have thought he had seen Superman...

The man who was flying in the sky just by relying on his body suddenly stopped in the sky. The other party seemed to be curiously looking at the two fighter jets that had avoided the attack, and seemed to be preparing for a more advanced attack mode.

Suddenly, the enchanting magic that lingered around the figure suddenly dissipated, and the man's palm gathered a magic circle that was steaming with air. In this magic circle, fireballs shot out one after another like a machine gun, as if Tracer rounds rushed towards Oranke's fighter.

The flying speed of the fireball is not slow, at least many times faster than the fireball magic of the Holy Demon Empire. Although it can't keep up with the flying speed of the cannonball, it is still a difficult continuous attack.

Oranke didn't dare to be careless, he was afraid of the lightning attacking him just now, so he could only immediately start flying the "S"-shaped defensive route, keeping a distance from the flying person, and avoiding the fireballs that came over.

The magic circle on the opponent's hand that was steaming the surrounding air quickly dissipated, followed by a white mist that formed in the opponent's palm. One ice pick next to the other flew out again, this time faster.

The direction of those deadly icicles was not in the direction of Oranke, but toward the wingman who was preparing to attack. When the wingman driver saw that something was wrong, he immediately changed his flight path so that he was not hit by those ice picks.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The opponent hovered in the air and didn't move quickly, so Oranke found an attack window and fired a row of shells at the position where the man was hovering at a distance.

While strafing, Orank raised his fighter to avoid possible counterattacks by the opponent. The tracer bullets drew beautiful curves in the air, rushed towards the person hovering in the sky in the distance, and then stopped by the magic circle at a distance of about tens of meters from the person.

The cannonball hit the magic circle, sputtering a dazzling fire. But Oranke clearly saw that these shells did not penetrate the magical barriers like flashing plates, but only splashed a ripple on it.

"This guy is stronger than a dragon! Cannons are useless! Cannons are useless!" Oranke felt that he was much less fierce. Facing such a powerful enemy in the sky, even his weapons could not hurt the opponent. Negative also do not ask know.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The wingman also found an opportunity to fire at this time, and also fired a dense row of tracer bullets at the figure. These shells still hit the magic barrier, as if the opponent's magic reserves were endless.

On the palm of the other party's outstretched hand, the magic circle that was surrounded by cold air faded again, and then a new magic circle appeared, and the surrounding airflow became chaotic, just like the airflow that Oranke avoided just now.

"Crack!" A bolt of lightning shot out from the center of the opponent's palm, instantly hitting the wingman's wings. The huge destructive force tore off the wing of the ME-109 fighter jet, as if an invisible arm tore off the skin on the wing of the aircraft and broke the keel inside.

The golden eagle's emblem shattered in two under the attack, and the out of control wingman spun and fell to the ground. The figure flying in the sky seemed to be very satisfied with his attack, and retracted the dangerous palm into his robe.

Oranke didn't expect that the other party would stop attacking. He drove the plane in a big circle and looked at the wingman falling to the ground. He didn't know what to do at this moment. The hovering figure suddenly moved at this time, and began to dive down sharply, as if it were a scaled down version of the ME-109 fighter jet.

In Oranke's surprised eyes, the figure actually leaned on the crashing ME-109 fighter jet, and then the plane slowed down the speed of its descent, and finally was just gently placed on the ground.

"Hey! Jack! Jack! Did you hear what I said? Jack!" Oranke, who did not know whether his wingman pilot was alive or dead, shouted the name of his comrades over and over on the radio, but unfortunately, he did not get any answer.

The figure hovered at a low altitude for a while, and then began to fly east again. Oranke knew that he had no way to take the other party, so he could only report what he had seen and heard by radio: "I think... I I saw a real magician..."