The Counterattack of 522 People

In the sky, two bright tail flames spewed out from the tail of an f-15 fighter jet. The plane was turning sharply at a fast speed.

And following the plane was a human figure that was almost as big as the plane, and he was also flying in the sky, with an equally fast speed that made people speechless.

"Viper No. 3! Viper No. 3! I can't get rid of him! That's not a human magician, that's a monster!" In the cockpit, he saw himself making a maneuver with a high angle of attack, but he still couldn't get rid of himself. Against the opponent, the pilot nervously controlled the plane to continue to turn at high speed and make more evasive actions.

"Hold on! I've locked him! I've locked him!" The fighter pilot who was covering his wingman comforted him through the radio.

He has indeed locked on to the other party, but the other party is maneuvering violently with the wingman, and the close-range combat missiles he hangs cannot distinguish the target very well, so he has been waiting, waiting to close the distance, and let the image recognition program start working .

Modern infrared-guided combat missiles actually have two sets of guidance devices in order to resist interference. One is an infrared imaging system that is easy to lock on to the target, and the other is a more advanced image locking system.

The two systems work together so that the infrared-guided missiles will not fly to the sun with higher heat by mistake, or be interfered with by some jamming bombs from the opponent.

Facing the magician flying in the sky, the heat recognition signal is very inconspicuous, so the fighting missile can only rely on the image to lock the target, and the attack distance will be doubled.

However, once locked on, the Melee Missile cannot attack by mistake. Because the human form is so easy to distinguish in the sky, this shape is completely different from all Alan Hill's flying equipment.

"Dididi!" In the earphones, a cheerful notification that the missile has locked on the target suddenly sounded. Subconsciously, the pilot of the lead plane immediately pressed the launch button of the missile.

"Huh!" The new type of combat missile mounted under the wing of the f-15 fighter jet sprayed a beam of tail flames, then naturally broke away from the missile pylon on the wing, and accelerated towards the attack target that was constantly swinging in front .

In the helmet sight, the target-locking cursor was flickering non-stop, and a white tail flame flew rapidly along the cursor towards the huge figure who suddenly turned in the sky.

"Dive! Dive!" After launching the missile, the lead plane loudly reminded his wingman pilot, and the wingman pilot also turned on the flight booster and entered a supersonic dive state.

And the huge figure who had been biting behind Viper III's f-15 fighter jet suddenly changed its course after discovering the huge threat flying behind him, and rushed towards a higher place.

The missile following behind the giant also raised its forehead almost at the same time, and with white tail smoke, it shot straight into the sky.

The giant turned his head suddenly in the sky, and suddenly opened three covers on a huge arm, revealing the three magic circles that had been carved long ago.

Then, in front of him, three magic circles lit up at the same time, and three not-so-huge fireballs rushed out of the magic circle and directly hit the climbing missile.

I saw that the missile made a strange turn and made an evasive action. This is a program in the missile, which is a tentative maneuver to lock the target again when it encounters the loss of the target.

Because three huge fireballs obscured the outline of the target and also interfered with the infrared seeker,

So the missile tried to change its angle and re-lock on the figure it had already regarded as its target.

"Boom!" After all, the missile still failed to avoid the attack of one of the fireballs, and exploded in the air, disintegrating into a piece of extremely lethal shrapnel.

The giant who was very close was also hit by several shrapnel, but it seemed that his body was very strong. After being hit a few times, he still flew in the sky without any damage.

"This puppet is really hard to deal with!" The pilot of Viper 3 regained his stability with difficulty, looked at the huge puppet floating in the air through the hatch above his head, and sighed.

"Stop talking nonsense! If he is not difficult to deal with, how could he break through here!" The pilot of the lead plane manipulated his fighter, and once again locked onto the figure flying in the sky: "Be sure to stop him! "

"Don't worry! Support will be here soon." Seeing the battlefield information presented in front of his eyes on the helmet display, the wingman driver said loudly: "Come again!"

The two fighter jets began to attack the giant in front of them one after the other. They are faster and can easily catch up with each other, but they can't turn as flexibly as the opponent. When facing such a puppet, the f-15 fighter jets don't have much advantage to take advantage of.

Fortunately, such huge puppets never seem to appear in large numbers in wars, and the black technology of the puppet empire does not seem to be mass-produced.

"Where is Chris? Tell him to come out!" The giant roared in the sky, and the Airan Hill pilots who were wearing helmets through the closed cockpit naturally wouldn't hear the roar in the wind thousands of meters high. Tiny shouts.

Yes, this giant is the Grand Consul who has been transformed, and he is now a half-mad puppet.

At this moment, his body is huge, covered with organs, like a super gorilla, a monster infected by biohazard.

Compared with a real human being, his body is actually extremely weird. There are more magic inscriptions carved on the shoulders and arms, and the effect is also very obvious. It seems to be increasing the speed of this puppet's magic use.

In order to surpass the super god puppet of Alan Hill, the puppet empire without the assistance of computer technology can only use this super clumsy method to improve the single combat ability of a puppet.

It's just that such "improvement" is actually a serious problem. The huge god puppet can't hide itself at all. It can only be used on the battlefield and cannot perform some combat tasks mixed with the crowd.

In addition, this so-called "improvement" of simply expanding the volume and striving for stronger performance is actually a result that is not worth the candle.

During World War II, in order to improve the performance of its own tanks, Germany developed such a wonderful giant tank as the Rat tank. Although simply looking at the performance of weapons, the Rat tank is indeed stronger than the previous Tiger and Leopard tanks, but the cost it pays is actually more improved.

To give a simple example, if the combat power of the King Tiger tank is 7, then the combat power of the Maus tank is about 10, but the cost of the King Tiger tank is 10, and the cost of the Maus tank is almost 25.

In this world, although the Grand Consul, the puppet empire version of the super god puppet, is strong, it pays more in terms of cost and production difficulty.

The Grand Consul in front of him now has only one thought in his mind, and that is to go back to the Holy Demon Empire, to restore the Holy Demon Empire, and to kill the sworn enemy Chris.

And his route is to break through along the line of defense of Alan Hill. Kill all the way to Serris City.

However, before crossing the front line of Alan Hill, he was spotted by the air surveillance radar. Subsequently, he was intercepted by Ireland Hill's air force.

Relying on his own powerful strength, he broke through the defense line of Alan Hill all the way, and killed the territory of the Eternal Empire.

From there, it was like entering no one's land, and flew into the airspace near Bellevue. Here he encountered the difficult Airland Hill local air defense and security forces in front of him. These troops have stronger combat capabilities and more advanced air-to-air security radars, making it impossible for the Grand Consul to get rid of them.

Frustrated, he immediately used another huge fireball technique to force back the two f-15 fighter jets that came straight to kill him.

He roared angrily, hoping to deter these tiny mortal opponents. In his opinion, a powerful magician is invincible, and this is a team that sustains his pride.

"Small mortals! You are destined to become dust! Dust!" He waved his hands, and shouted hysterically at the two enemy planes that circled around in the distance and killed them back.

In the next second, in the direction of Alan Hill, more black spots appeared on the clouds. After receiving the order to intercept, more than a dozen f-15 fighter jets took off in an emergency and killed the grand archon.

"Return my Holy Demon Empire! Holy Demon Empire!..." Facing the approaching enemy planes, the voice of the Archon echoed in the sky.

However, before it spread far, it was covered by the deafening engine roar of the F-15 fighter jet and became indistinct.

"Target locked!" "Target locked!" "Target locked!" A voice rang out from the radio channel of the incoming fighter force. At the same time, the Grand Consul's hands lit up a huge magic circle, and a dark cloud gathered above his head.

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"Mr. Marce... welcome to Serris." A young pick-up man stopped in mid-air with his outstretched hand, and immediately frowned, looking at the other person's face: "You are not Mr. Marce... Who are you? How did you get his pass?"

"My name is actually Travish..." The old man standing in front of the young man took off the top hat that covered his face just now, revealing a pale face with a smile, and reached out to grab the other's palm: "Young man, Monsieur Marcel is dead, and you . . . die too!"

A few strands of magic energy pierced the back of the old man's hand and penetrated into the back of the young man's hand. For a moment, the young man was speechless, trembling all over and lost the ability to stand.

"He's sick." The old man supported the young man and explained to the people around him, "Help him..."