Chapter 422 Shot Down From Lingfeng

The professor and Alva drove a high-speed airship from East Doruma, and it took less than a day and night to reach Minagard City, the westernmost end of the continent.

This speed is almost twice that of an ordinary small airship.

After refueling here and resting for half a day, the airship took off again.

In order to increase the probability of witnessing Lanlong and improve the success rate of confirming the latter's position and status, they will choose the most dangerous route.

- Cross the storm from the sea until reaching the Lingfeng Mountains in the western continent.

For ordinary commercial airships, this is almost an impossible task.

Just like the airship that Gordon and Hayata took when they rushed to Jieyun Village, it was already the most maneuverable model among all commercial airships, but it still couldn't cross the storm head-on.

It was also by bypassing the storm surge and finding a relatively calm airspace route to cut in, which successfully arrived at Jieyun Village.

However, the power technology from the Dragon Calendar Institute has added a few possibilities for this special experimental airship to fight the storm.

Professor and Alva are betting on this possibility.

They used the experimental airship's strong maneuverability, sufficient power, and rapid climbing characteristics to forcefully shuttle through the storm surge above the ocean.

Whenever the wind was too strong and the airship was about to lose control, they would climb against the wind and rain, pass through the clouds, and take shelter in the high altitude above the clouds.

When the storm subsided, they returned to the bottom of the clouds to continue searching and observing.

After several days of desperate sailing, they finally broke through the storm that blocked the sea surface, crossed the coastline, and entered the airspace above the western continent.

What appeared before their eyes at this time was not the blue sea and blue sky after the storm, but another terrifying cyclone that penetrated the sky and the earth.

"Professor!"

"I see!"

The professor put down the telescope and asked Alva loudly, "Do you remember the time in the Shuret area a few years ago?"

"Of course I remember!"

"The Lanlong should be in the area covered by the cyclone, and that direction is the Lingfeng! It's still in the Lingfeng!" The professor shouted loudly: "Release the first peregrine falcon! At least let the guild know this information!"

"Okay!"

Alva handed the rudder to the professor temporarily, and rushed into the cabin, took out a trembling peregrine falcon, tied the letter tube and released it.

The peregrine falcon flapped its wings frantically and flew away from the cyclone.

"Adjust the sails! We are going to continue to sail towards the cyclone! Throw down everything on the deck that may move! It's in the way!" The professor shouted while steering.

"Okay!"

The airship swayed forward and kept approaching the cyclone.

Suddenly, the speed of the airship began to increase, like a small boat caught in a whirlpool and lost control.

"Alva! You take the helm!" The professor rushed to the front of the deck and raised the telescope in the wind and rain.

Alva immediately took over the steering wheel. At this time, he could no longer control the direction of the airship through the steering wheel. He tried his best to steer the airship, just to barely maintain its own balance.

A fierce crosswind hit.

The whole airship shook violently as if it was pushed hard from the side by an invisible big hand.

The rope connecting the airbag and the pod made a creaking sound under the heavy load.

At a corner of the tail of the pod, the metal fastener that fixed the rope actually broke before the rope, and the entire cabin tilted violently.

Alva barely stabilized his body with the help of the steering wheel, but the professor fell to the ground unexpectedly.

"Professor!"

Alva stretched out a leg urgently to stop the professor's body rolling on the deck.

The professor took the opportunity to climb up hurriedly and hold the side of the ship steady, thus avoiding the fate of rolling off the deck. He shouted: "Climb! Can the airship still climb?!"

"No! The power sail is torn! The airship is completely out of control!"

The professor calmed down after hearing this, "It seems that Lanlong is in a bad mood. Alva, are you mentally prepared?"

Alva pushed his wet glasses, "I have already prepared it. I just wonder if it is possible to send out some more information at the last moment!"

"Ha!"

The professor laughed loudly. He grabbed a rope from the side and tied himself to the base of the steering wheel. "Then take out a pen and paper. Let's write as many words as possible!

After that, as long as the people in the guild can find the wreckage of the airship, they can get our information!"

"Woo--!"

A huge shadow floated from the clouds below the out-of-control airship, and flew past the side of the airship with a long groan.

"It's it! It's here!" Alva shouted loudly.

The charcoal pencil in his hand began to move frantically on the wet album paper at an unprecedented speed.

Countless twisted and trembling lines gradually formed an abstract slender figure - it was a giant dragon tumbling in the sea of ​​dark clouds.

"Let me finish, let me finish, let me finish."

The professor had no time to pay attention to Alva's mumbling, he was completely immersed in his own thoughts.

"Gray? Why, why not white color, is it to blend into the "protective color" of the dark clouds? No, the word protective color is too offensive, is it a change of limbs caused by some unknown reason, what is the reason? Emotion? Anger?"

He had no time to figure out these questions, he could only keep turning every thought in his mind into words and recording them on paper.

The cloud-like Lanlong flew around the airship quickly, then soared into the sky and disappeared in the vortex cloud that covered the sky.

The violent airflow stirred up by countless huge thorny fins constantly tore the hull of the airship, and the airship began to disintegrate.

"Aggressive! Yes! Compared with the last time a few years ago, Lanlong's aggression is obviously stronger. It is no longer "curious" but the desire to "eliminate"! Territorial awareness, extremely strong territorial awareness?

It is alert to something, it is eliminating possible threats."

"Woo--!"

A long moan came from the sky again.

The breath composed of silver torrents tore through the clouds and hit the airship accurately. In the blink of an eye, the small half of the hull affected by the breath was blasted into powder.

The airship fell powerlessly.

But as if it was blessed by the gods, the tattered airbag did not completely break apart, but like a parachute, it caught the wind and swayed left and right, and the speed of falling slowed down.

Alva and the professor had no time to pay attention to these things at this time.

"Give me another half a minute! No! Twenty seconds will do!" Alva didn't know who he was begging for time from.

The professor, who tied himself to the rudder, was almost turned sideways, but he was still talking to himself and quickly recording:

"The breath has a very high range and hit rate. The 'missed shot' a few years ago should have been a mercy. The ultra-high pressure water flow can even cut metal and destroy everything in an instant."

"Crackling."

The broken airship floated to a cliff, and the airbag caught the branches of the bushes on the cliff. With wood chips flying everywhere, the airship slowed down further.

The airbag, which had experienced countless tortures, was finally torn apart. Only half of the hull was left rolling and sliding along the slope, slowly exhausting the last inertia.

The airship, or the wreckage of the airship, finally stopped.