Chapter 1009 Blizzard

The anti-aircraft artillery was roaring, the high thermal airflow rushed out of the cooling grid, the snow was evaporated by the thermal current, the steam and smoke were entrained in the blizzard, and the dazzling beams and the tail marks of the shells ripped apart the chaotic sky again and again. The low-hanging cloud and the blizzard opened a fire net—in the flash of the fire net, countless shadows were fighting and fighting.

Flesh and flesh and steel machines, flying knights and modern soldiers armed with magic technology, this scene seems to have a fierce collision between two eras in the sky. The sparks and fragments generated by the collision scattered and splashed, and melted into the whistling of the blizzard. middle.

The external monitor above the carriage showed the image in the sky, and Maryland looked at this tragic scene with a livid face - he had seen this kind of collision, this kind of violent conflict as if the times had changed, but the last collision happened. On earth, and this time...in the sky.

"Sir! Those Typhons are abnormal!" the observer shouted and reported, "It seems that they can be resurrected! And the fighting power is far stronger than the guys we met before!"

"If you can revive, kill a few more times. If you are too strong, concentrate your firepower. All the anti-aircraft artillery firepower is full. Take out those individual missile launchers - flesh and blood are always weaker than machines!" Maryland stood on the podium. , ordered in a high voice with a calm tone, "How long until we can rush out of this blizzard?"

"Sir!" Another signal soldier in charge of contacting the air force immediately reported loudly, "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 what the Typhons did..." Maryland cursed in a low voice, his eyes looking at the side car window, through the strengthened crystal glass and thick shield, he Seeing that the escorted iron sceptre armored train was firing on all sides, the small artillery turrets set up on the roof and on the sides of some train sections were constantly strafing the sky. Suddenly, a huge fireball fell from the sky and slammed into the train. On the shield at the top, there were three consecutive fireballs - a gap in the shield appeared for a moment in the violent flashing, although the gap closed again in the next moment, but a fireball had penetrated the shield and hit the car. body.

The powerful force contained in the fireball burst out, and the roof of the iron scepter burst into a dazzling light. In the huge roar and the harsh noise of metal tearing and twisting, an anti-aircraft gun and a large armor structure broke away in the explosion. The hull, flames and smoke rose in the middle of the armored train, and between the broken armor plates, Maryland could see that the train's damage control team was quickly extinguishing the spreading flames.

Some of the enemies are already close enough to directly attack the armored train, which shows that the dragoon squadron in the sky is struggling and cannot intercept all the enemies.

This bizarre blizzard is obviously not as simple as obscuring the line of sight and interfering with flight.

"I'm afraid this is a 'miracle' level magic..." Maryland gritted her teeth.

Looking at the adjutant on the side, "When will the reinforcements from Shadow Swamp arrive?"

"The special operations team took off a few minutes ago, but the weather conditions are too bad, I don't know when they will arrive," the adjutant quickly reported, "In addition, the scope of the blizzard was observed to expand again..."

Before the adjutant's voice fell, a dazzling flash suddenly erupted outside the car window. Maryland saw a flaming fireball falling from the sky in the distance. The fireball was shining with a light blue halo of magic energy. Among the flames, the distorted cockpit and dragon wing structure can still be vaguely distinguished-the residual power is still at work, it slowly descended in the blizzard, but the falling speed became faster and faster, and finally it hit the east side. There was a violent explosion in the dark sky.

The pilots of the Dragoons are equipped with emergency escape devices. Their special "armor" is embedded with small weight-reducing runes and wind element blessing modules. The pilot of the aircraft may have fled the body ahead of time, but Their chances of surviving in this horrific blizzard remain slim.

At the same time that the flying machine fell, the fragmented remains of a Griffin Knight or Battle Mage continued to fall from the sky.

Maryland watched this scene, but he quickly retracted his gaze and continued to calmly command the huge war machine beside him to face the enemy in the blizzard.

This level of "miracle" magic cannot be released instantly. Such a large-scale air force also needs a certain amount of time to mobilize and run in, as well as the early intelligence investigation and the selection and judgment of the ambush site. All these must be detailed The result of the plan - the Typhons have probably planned this attack for a long time.

Obviously, the "steel propulsion" of the armored trains really put a lot of pressure on them, so they would go so far to destroy these war machines.

The loud noise of the magic gun continued to sound, even across the barrier, the tactical section still echoed with a continuous low roar, two armored trains galloped between the mountains against the strong wind, and the anti-aircraft artillery swept more debris from the air from time to time. Falling down, this process lasted for an unknown time, and at the edge of this blizzard, in the direction of the Shadow Swamp, a formation of dragoons with black paint was flying at full speed.

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

The black-painted dragoon formation did not slow down or hesitate in the face of this terrifying celestial phenomenon. After a slight increase in height, they instead rushed towards the area where the storms gathered, like a carnival.

Inside the aircraft serving as the captain, a female pilot with short black hair clenched the joystick in her hand. She stared at the cloud wall that was approaching in front of her, her eyes narrowed slightly, but the corners of her mouth turned 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, "uhu—this thing is much more exciting than the breeze in the simulation training!"

"Full power!" the pilot who was the mechanic shouted behind her, "Fifteen seconds into the blizzard range!"

The short-haired woman opened the communication of the whole team and shouted loudly, "Girls and boys! Come in and dance! Your eyes are wide open - those who are left behind and lost will find a mountain to kill themselves and don't come back! "

In the next second, there was a burst of excited cheers from the communicator, "uhu—"

...

Another flying machine was swallowed up by flames in the distance. The flaming fireball kept rolling in the wind and slowly sliding towards the distant ridge. Before the fireball exploded, two faint figures emerged from the thing. Jumped out of the cockpit, falling like leaves in the snowstorm.

Claremont stood high in the sky, staring at this scene indifferently, not choosing to make up the final blow - this is his moral code as a noble.

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

What's more, it's unlikely that those who escaped the flying machines would have survived such a terrifying blizzard.

The cold wind whistled in all directions, the explosion of fire and the pungent smell filled all senses, he looked around the battlefield, and his brows could not help wrinkling.

Before today, no one had ever imagined such a sight;

Before today, no human nation could support such air power;

For the first time, he knew that the sky can become such a tragic battlefield, and that a large number of troops can fight and kill in a place so far away from the earth. A three-dimensional conflict dominates this battle, and what lies behind this battle What was revealed made the Typhon noble feel his nerves trembling slightly.

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

Claymont is surrounded by powerful wind, thunder, lightning, and the power of frost and flame, and the turbulent elemental vortex is draped behind him like huge wings. This is a powerful feeling he has never had under normal circumstances. With the supply of magic power, he can't remember how many times he has released large-scale spells that are enough to drain himself - the number of enemies has decreased, and the number of friendly troops has also continued to decrease, and this loss is valuable after all. The air power of the Syrians has already been breached, and now, several teams carrying out the storming mission can cast powerful spells on those two columns of mobile fortresses.

As it turns out, those mighty steel monsters aren't all that invulnerable either.

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

Claremont opened his hands and faced the Cecilian's anti-aircraft barrage. The powerful shield resisted several injuries that should have been fatal. He locked a flying machine and began to try to interfere with the opponent's energy cycle. At the same time, he also inspired a powerful communication technique, reporting what he saw in the communication technique as if he was talking to himself - this blizzard not only did not affect the effect of the communication technique, but made every Battle Mage's communication distance. are greatly extended.

"...Flying units can't survive long in aerial combat, even with three lives...

"Gryphon knights and mid-level war mages are consumables here... Many were shot down by anti-aircraft fire from the ground...

"...The strong light coming from the ground made a big difference... The light not only exposes us, but also disrupts our vision and perception of space... It's 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 machine shook erratically. Claremont narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing that he had successfully interfered with the power mechanism of this thing.

Based on the experience just observed, the next machine will divert most of its energy to a malfunctioning antigravity device to maintain flight, which will cause it to become a living target floating in the air.

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

A dense arcane barrage swept across the place where he just stood in the next second.

Claymont broke out in a cold sweat, turned his head to look in the direction of the attack, and saw an aircraft with a pure black paint and a larger dragon wing device appearing in his field of vision.

Immediately afterward, he noticed more such aircraft emerging from the clouds in the distance—one after another, menacing!

Is it Cecil air support? !

"The enemy's support has arrived!" He immediately shouted a warning in the communication technique, "Pay attention to those black guys, their attacks are more ferocious!

"Hurry up and attack the group to deal with the Cecil train - the Griffin Knights cover at all costs!"

A moment ago, the dragoon formation had fallen into a huge disadvantage. The Typhons with unprecedentedly enhanced combat power and the harsh blizzard environment around them had shot down fighters one after another, and the armored trains on the ground seemed to be in jeopardy. At this moment, the reinforcements The sudden appearance finally stopped the situation from slipping in a worse direction - the newly-appeared black aircraft quickly joined the battle and began to fight to the death with those Typhons who had fallen into madness.

In the whistling barrage and rays, Claymont propped up a powerful shield. While continuously changing his flight trajectory to widen the distance from those black aircraft, he kept looking back and released a wide range of arcs to weaken the opponent. There are several times when he feels that he has passed the god of death-although theoretically he has had three chances to play against the god of death, but if he has no other choice, he does not want to waste any life here. .

Because only one death, the price of "miracle" must be paid.

There was a black fighter plane that seemed to identify him as the commander of the army, and was biting hard all the time. Claremont didn't know how long he had been entangled with the other party, and finally, under continuous consumption and pursuit, he caught it. a chance.

He rushed into the cloud, and with the cover of the cloud, he quickly created a large sphere of floating orb, and then without hesitation penetrated the cloud in another direction, and what happened after that was just as he expected that the black aircraft He followed without hesitation, and in the next second, the continuous flash of explosions tore the iron-gray cloud.

Claremont stood still in the air, staring intently at the direction from which the explosion came. Amid the smoke and firelight, he saw the black shadow rushing out crookedly—it was so tattered that it seemed to be in a state of flight. only barely maintained.

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

Then Claremont turned around without hesitation, ready to go to support his comrades who were already struggling.

But a roar from behind interrupted the action of the high-level battle mage. The roar stunned the sky, with some kind of power that made living beings naturally feel terrified. When it sounded, Claremont even felt his heart. It was as if they were being held tightly by an invisible hand.

He didn't know what mood he was in and turned his head - when his eyes slowly moved towards the direction where the sound came from, the surrounding blizzard seemed to freeze for a while, and the next moment, he saw that there In the depths of the smoke and flames that had not yet dissipated, two ferocious and almost terrifying figures shredded the clouds, and two icy and hostile gazes fell on him.

The Cecil...have dragons.

(Naiqi's new book! "The List of Ten Thousand Realms Points" has been released, needless to say more about the rest?)