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The continuous barrage of bullets did not catch Sireid’s attention, as the Lava Fire Dragon, while destroying airships, also faced the wizards' counterattacks at every moment.
As for Sireid himself, the majority of his focus was on suppressing the Lava Fire Dragon beneath him and constructing protective spells. He couldn't spare much attention to sense the origin of the incoming attacks.
However, his underestimation proved fatal. The fighter jet, traveling at a speed of 360 kilometers per hour, moved like a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, it covered a distance of several hundred meters.
Just before colliding with the colossal dragon body, Lydia desperately maneuvered the aircraft, pulling the red lever beside her to the lowest point.
At the moment of intersecting with the dragon's body, a powerful laser beam shot out from the front of the aircraft.
The top of the fighter jet resembled an almost infinite and unstoppable divine sword!
The distance between them as they passed each other was less than thirty meters!
Lydia could even see the intricate magic patterns on the dragon's red scales, resembling chains. At such a close range, the laser beam's power was unleashed to the fullest. The tough dragon scales were instantly cut, and the fighter jet roared past, leaving a long bloodstain on the massive dragon from east to west.
Blood splattered across the sky, and the roar of the giant dragon echoed continuously.
"What is this thing?" Sireid, belatedly realizing something was amiss only when his fire dragon was wounded, could vaguely sense an intrusion into his domain. It was fleeting, its speed unimaginable.
Already struck again, the enraged Lava Fire Dragon continuously sought the enemy attacking it with its fiery breath, but the illusion magic worked exceptionally well in the dark night. Sireid could only sense the airflow as the fighter jet passed and the buzzing sound of the propeller.
The dragon opened its mouth, spewing the scorching dragon breath continuously towards the source of the sound.
However, the speed of the fighter jet was too fast. Under Lydia's control, it moved like an agile fish, weaving through the intense dragon breath. Occasionally, she used the machine guns to counterattack.
With a fierce burst of machine gun fire, a continuous rain of bullets reappeared. In just a dozen seconds, hundreds of bullets struck the dragon's body continuously.
Although most of them were blocked by the tough dragon scales, there were many wounds oozing with blood. The red blood flowed down the dragon's tail.
Amidst the angry and painful roars, the fiery dragon's breath became more intense. The entire dragon head directly collided with the direction from which the bullet rain came.
Lydia was audacious, but she understood that her fighter jet couldn't confront a dragon head-on. Moreover, the burning dragon breath had some impact on the battle.
After all, her ability to see in the dark and accurately hit the target relied not only on vision but also on the magic of sensing heat.
This was why pilots of fighter jets had to be chosen from among the wizards.
Fortunately, the fight wasn't about size or powerful spells. If one couldn't hit the target, these advantages were meaningless! Lydia clearly understood this, always maintaining a certain distance, circling around the giant fire dragon. Occasionally, she activated the machine guns to harass and provoke the irritable dragon, and, seizing opportunities, she used the laser beam up close!
According to the headmaster's (Lynn) words, the angrier and more irrational the enemy, the greater the chance of success!
As for Sireid on the dragon's back? The target was too small, completely invisible under the magic of heat perception, overshadowed by the dragon's massive heat source.
Coupled with the constant movement of the fire dragon itself, hitting such a small target in the limited view of the night sky was like a fairy tale. So, Lydia focused all her attention on dealing with the dragon.
After several minutes of entanglement, there were dozens more horrifying wounds on the dragon's body.
Already on the verge of losing control, the Lava Fire Dragon went completely berserk. Dragon breath covered the sky, and the dragon tail swung wildly, attacking aimlessly.
Lydia narrowly avoided the swing of the dragon's tail, followed by another round of shooting, hitting the dragon's body.
"This life force is too strong!" Lydia, watching the still howling but not falling Lava Fire Dragon, was secretly shocked. She had never seen a creature endure so many laser beams and machine gun shots and still be so 'vital.'
The fighter jet's reserve of four thousand ammunition rounds had already consumed eighty percent, and the energy supply for the laser beam was less than a third remaining.
It seemed she had to conserve ammunition, slowly deplete the opponent's stamina and vitality. Lydia didn't believe this thing had immortality. The fighter jet still had more than half of its fuel, and she was confident that she would emerge victorious if she dragged the battle on.
"Enough, stop!" Sireid tightly grabbed a protruding spike on the dragon's back, preventing himself from being thrown off. He infused a large amount of magical energy into the dragon-shaped gem, forcibly controlling the Lava Fire Dragon beneath him to cease its meaningless attacks.
Their goal wasn't to engage in a pointless battle with an unseen and untouchable target here; it was to delay time and destroy the airborne airships as much as possible.
These alchemical creations carried the main forces of the wizards. Each shot down airship meant the deaths of hundreds of riflemen and wizards.
Under Sireid constant urging, the frenzied Lava Fire Dragon redirected all its rage and frustration towards the airships that had not yet escaped.
Lydia, seeing the enraged dragon still chasing the airships under her 'teasing,' hurriedly followed suit. She opened the amplification spell added by the alchemists and loudly taunted.
"Come and fight me, I'm right here..."
Lydia taunted for quite a while. Seeing the dragon, still preoccupied with chasing the airships, she scolded, very irritated, "Only cowards would run away!"
Sireid ignored Lydia's words, controlling the fire dragon beneath him to continuously change positions, reducing the frequency of being hit by the laser beam.
Although the Lava Fire Dragon still looked lively, Sireid, who could sense the opponent's state through the dragon-shaped gem, understood that these injuries were gradually draining its vitality. It just didn't show because of its fury.
While the Lava Fire Dragon could still hold on, he needed to destroy as many airborne airships as possible and prevent them from reaching the oil-producing area...
CH417
Seeing another airship submerged under the dragon's breath, Lydia was furious to the extreme, but she had no solution.
Machine guns and forward laser beams were the two main weapons of the fighter jets. However, it was evident that these couldn't inflict fatal damage on the fire dragon; they could only injure it.
Lydia involuntarily shifted her gaze to the control panel, specifically to the inconspicuous black button.
The prototype she was riding was quite special, having undergone significant modifications, including an additional bombing function compared to other fighter jets.
However, the dean (Lynn) had warned her before departing that the payload on the jet was extremely powerful and dangerous. Using it without caution could lead to irreversible consequences, and it could only be employed when receiving a command in the most critical situations.
Though Lydia wasn't clear on the specifics, she was certain it was something formidable.
The situation seemed to be reaching a crisis, right?
If things continued like this, everyone would be overwhelmed by the dragon!
Just as Lydia hesitated, a voice sounded beside her.
"Now is not the time to use that!"
The sudden voice startled Lydia, and the fighter jet almost collided with the nearby airship.
"It seems your piloting skills need double the training," Lynn, who mysteriously appeared in the co-pilot seat, said disappointedly.
Lydia rolled her eyes. She had been fully focused on how to deal with the dragon when a voice suddenly popped up beside her. It was strange not to be scared!
However, Lydia didn't argue or complain but rather exclaimed in surprise, "Dean, how come you're here?"
"I had some alchemists enchant this fighter jet with a little magic. It can send a portion of magic power and willpower when necessary," Lynn explained. The fighter jet was one of his contingency plans, and he had provided several suggestions for its modifications.
"So, what should we do now?" Lydia asked, frowning. The dragon was incredibly challenging to deal with; she had exerted all her efforts and still couldn't defeat it.
"I'll prepare a spell to kill this dragon. You get as close as possible and buy some more time!" Lynn stated directly.
"Alright!" Lydia's tense expression instantly relaxed. She had complete trust in the dean. With that, she piloted the jet once again towards the looming lava fire dragon.
Lynn, on the other hand, began disassembling the energy system of the laser emission device. He took out a red gem placed inside.
The laser device mounted on the jet could release a fourth-tier laser beam with a diameter of about 0.3 millimeters, a custom-made level of intensity that could easily tear through steel.
It could barely break through the dragon's scale protection within thirty meters but couldn't cause fatal injuries. The defense of this creature was indeed formidable!
So, he had to take the risk of upgrading it to the fifth tier!
The five levels of lasers corresponded to the five orbits of electrons within an atom. The principle was that electrons absorbed energy, jumped from a low energy level to a high one, and then fell back from the high level to the low one, releasing the absorbed energy in the form of light.
He hadn't attempted to raise the laser beam to the highest level before because controlling the fifth level was challenging. If the absorbed energy slightly exceeded the threshold, the element would directly turn into a plasma state. If it was a bit lower, it would immediately drop back to the fourth level.
Now, to deal with the fire dragon, he had to try his best!
Fortunately, the fighter jet had a high-quality ruby suitable for casting laser magic. Otherwise, in his current state of magical incarnation, it would be impossible to unleash such a powerful spell.
Lynn closed his eyes, focusing on casting the spell. The fist-sized ruby rotated continuously between his closed hands.
Then, layers of reflective coatings appeared around the ruby, enclosing it...
While Lynn was casting the spell, Lydia had already taken action, approaching the massive lava fire dragon again. She didn't conserve ammunition anymore, and the intense gunfire echoed once more.
A series of sparks burst out, hitting the already blurry body of the dragon. Its scales continued to fall off, revealing flesh like molten lava.
The infuriated dragon couldn't control its anger, swinging its tail to drive away the reptile while pouring more rage onto the airship.
In just half a minute, all remaining ammunition was exhausted, and the distance between the two sides was extremely close. Lydia quickly called out, "Dean, is it ready yet?"
"Ready. Aim for the head. Now!" Lynn opened his eyes, and the round reflective mirror in his hands shook violently, on the verge of losing control!
Inside the invisible internal space, the ruby had reached its peak brightness!
"Charge! Charge!" Excitedly pulling the acceleration lever to the bottom, Lydia rushed towards the gigantic lava fire dragon. Just as they were about to collide, she suddenly changed direction, flying past the dragon's side.
At the moment of their intersection, a beam as fine as a strand of hair shot out from the reflective coating!
Sireid, on the dragon's back, sensed the intrusion into its domain. A dazzling light appeared immediately, cutting through the dragon's body. The tremendous power made Sireid feel a breath of impending death!
Fortunately, this beam of light flashed by and quickly disappeared. The lava fire dragon beneath seemed not greatly affected. Sireid sighed in relief.
Crack...
The next moment, a slight cracking sound echoed in Sireid's ears. Following that, under Sireid's horrified gaze, the dragon-shaped gem held in its hand exploded!
Relying on the inertia of its flight, the dragon's body spewed a massive amount of blood. In a painful roar, the enormous dragon head was cut into two halves!
Sireid's left arm was also severed. The laser beam didn't only hit the dragon but also struck him. However, the beam was too fast, piercing through his body in the moment he saw it...
Watching the colossal dragon body split into two, falling like a torn cloth, Lydia muttered to herself, "Amazing!"
Lynn, sitting in the co-pilot seat, also sighed in relief. It seemed his theory was correct, and luck was on their side. The ruby in the palm of his hand had completely turned into a plasma state and couldn't be used anymore...
CH418
As the Lava Fire Dragon plummeted, the group of wizards on the airship breathed a sigh of relief. They had finally dealt with this major trouble and were now safe.
The Holy Church's Gryphon Knights, under the assault of several fighter planes, were even more helpless, falling from the sky like dumplings.
On the ground, the bishops also witnessed the powerful fire dragon summoned by the Holy Maiden swiftly beheaded, and the Gryphon Knights rendered powerless. They were both shocked and angry, but there was nothing they could do, especially since, under the cover of night and light-bending magic, they couldn't see how the Gryphon Knights were eliminated.
"Lord Joshua, under the Holy Maiden's command, should we withdraw our forces?" a cautious archbishop suggested.
With the absence of the fire dragon, the Gryphon Knights suffered severe losses in aerial combat, losing their influence over the airborne warships. The upcoming battles would constantly expose them to threats from the sky, possibly leading to a situation similar to the battle in the Sea of Mist.
Before Joshua could respond, the proposal faced strong opposition from the bishops.
"Are you suggesting we hand over the Empire's weapon and watch as the minions of darkness slaughter the people?" one bishop exclaimed.
"Absolutely not! It's a disgrace!"
The bishops argued passionately, and in the sky, a Gryphon hit by gunfire descended towards them.
Lucia paid no attention to the bishops' arguments. She extended her hand, and a gentle divine light appeared. The falling Gryphon's speed slowed, and it landed smoothly on the ground.
This unfortunate Gryphon had lost half of its wing, emitting mournful cries and showing faint signs of consciousness.
The knights on top were turned into sieves by gunfire, and their bodies were scattered somewhere.
[Sacred Blessing]
Lucia gently stroked the Gryphon's head, and a misty divine light enveloped its broken body. The body, pierced by gunfire, visibly healed at an incredible speed, and the broken wing regrew.
The restored Gryphon seemed to still be recovering from the fear, occasionally emitting hoarse cries.
Lucia shook her large gown, then agilely sat on the back of the giant beast and suppressed the Gryphon's fearful emotions with divine magic.
The bishops, now forgetting their arguments, looked in astonishment at the Holy Maiden.
"Lady Lucia, you don't intend to personally join the battle, do you?"
"This is too dangerous, and relying on you alone may not be effective," an anxious cardinal spoke out.
Although Lucia had displayed formidable power when summoning and enslaving the fire dragon, they were still against her risking herself in such a reckless action.
After all, the Holy Maiden represented the dignity of the Holy See and was a servant of God. She couldn't easily get involved in dangerous situations.
Before Lucia could respond, the bishops turned to Joshua, hoping the Chief Justice would stop Lucia's impulsive actions.
However, Joshua did not comply with their expectations. Instead, he respectfully inquired, "Is there anything we can do, Your Holiness?"
Lucia glanced at the dispersed airships in the sky and decisively said, "You take some manpower and return to the City of Fire Oil immediately."
"Their numbers are too few!" Lucia murmured.
Before Lucy could receive a response, the reorganized Gryphon spread its wings and flew into the sky. Dust rose from the ground, causing a dozen bishops to frown. What confused them even more was Lucia's words.
Return to the City of Fire Oil? Did she mean they should retreat?
Or was it suggesting some people should withdraw first?
"Do as she says!" Joshua didn't hesitate, looking at the bishops and giving a direct order. "I will lead a group of Divine Punishment Knights to the City of Fire Oil immediately. Ragnar, you are in charge of the subsequent command!"
"But, Lord Chief Justice..." Archbishop Ragnar hesitated, showing doubt about such a chaotic and irrational order. Should they follow it?
Other bishops were also discontent, thinking that Lucia, despite her noble status, was commanding recklessly, relying on her own high status.
Amidst the questioning voices, Joshua spoke slowly, "The Holy Maiden has received divine inspiration, and her instructions represent the will of the Lord!"
Ragnar and others immediately fell silent, understanding that the Chief Justice would never joke about such matters.
After giving a few more orders, Joshua led three thousand Divine Punishment Knights, setting off for the City of Fire Oil.
At the same time, the Divine Punishment Knights, who had gone to search for and treat the wounded, also began to return.
The Gryphon Knights hit by lasers and gunfire, as well as those who fell from the sky, were mostly dead. The airships hit by flames were no exception; not a single survivor was found.
Ragnar, having a thought, suddenly asked, "Have those airships been inspected? How many bodies are on them?"
"Probably less than twenty!" the reporting knight hesitated, most airships were incinerated by the fiery breath of the dragon before crashing, and the bodies were completely unrecognisable. Still, it definitely didn't exceed that number.
"Only twenty?!" Ragnar's pupils contracted, feeling a chill in his heart. He immediately realised an issue they had overlooked.
They saw only about a hundred airships in the sky, and according to their previous estimates, after that battle, there were still around eight thousand wizards in the army, not counting reinforcements.
In other words, each airship must have carried seventy to eighty people and the heavy new weapons...
This was impossible!
Ragnar and the other bishops quickly understood why the Holy Maiden suddenly ordered them to send reinforcements to the City of Fire Oil.
Because the main force of the wizards was not here. They were likely still lingering in that town, creating the illusion of evacuation to lure everyone to chase after the airships.
Realizing this, cold sweat broke out on Ragnar's forehead.
On one side was the critically important oil field, and on the other side were the fortresses and strongholds in the western part of the empire. What was the true target of those wizards?
CH419
Midnight, the blazing bonfire illuminated the dark square.
Tens of thousands of impoverished people formed long lines in the night.
Captain Loren, the leader of the guards, held a thorny whip in his hand, speaking harshly. "Hand over the coins you received, and anyone caught hoarding will have to answer to my whip first!"
"I remember it should be twelve silver coins!" Loren sneered.
The impoverished people on the scene looked at each other. After a while, a raggedy-dressed pauper cautiously spoke, "Lord Loren, are you perhaps mistaken? It should be ten silver coins..."
After the wizards had occupied the town, they conducted a purge, hanging many corrupt nobles and tyrants. They distributed most of the confiscated wealth to the people.
Each pauper received ten silver coins as compensation for the exploitation and enslavement by the nobles.
Despite the Church's propaganda depicting wizards as evil, facing the tangible temptation of money, most of the struggling poor accepted it.
"Are you trying to deceive me?" A sinister smile appeared on Loren's lips. He suddenly raised the thorny whip and fiercely lashed it at the pauper.
A crisp sound echoed, and the unfortunate pauper screamed as his cheek swelled.
"I said it's twelve coins, so it's twelve!" Loren snorted, whipping the poor man again, who fell to the ground in pain, trembling.
Loren stared at the terrified eyes of the remaining paupers, feeling pleased. Those cursed wizards looted every noble's estate, and his Loren family was no exception.
What puzzled him more was that the wizards distributed a large amount of treasure to these peasants!
Loren believed that some pauper must have conspired with the wizards in secret, informing them to receive such rewards. Otherwise, who would complain about too much money?
Considering this, Loren reported the collusion between these paupers and the wizards to the Bishop, expecting punishment for the paupers and reclaiming the right to the looted wealth. He also planned to give these rebels a taste of punishment, and the extra two silver coins would be part of the penalty!
Under Loren's threat, the subdued commoners reluctantly handed over their meager possessions.
Those who couldn't pay faced a severe beating!
Paying two extra silver coins might seem insignificant, but most paupers were already destitute, making it a life-threatening demand...
One pauper couldn't even afford one silver coin. As a devout follower, he firmly believed that the wizards had malicious intentions, surely enchanting the money with evil magic. Thus, he refused to accept any compensation.
Regardless, Loren didn't care. He thought no one would reject the silver coins offered. He swung his whip mercilessly, pouring his anger on these paupers.
Forgetting that just half an hour ago, he himself knelt, begging for forgiveness under the judgment of the Chief Justice Joshua and Holy Maidan Lucia...
In just a minute, Loren had severely beaten the devout follower to the brink of death. As he prepared to beat him to death to intimidate the other lying paupers, a sudden and intense artillery sound erupted from outside the city!
This sound... was it artillery?
Loren was startled; a deep fear emerged from within because a few days ago, those wizards had used such powerful artillery to breach the sturdy city gates.
But how could this be?
Didn't those wizards use airships to attack the oil fields? They should be in chaos now, fleeing from the Papal forces.
Could it be that the Papal forces were defeated?
Loren refused to believe this possibility, but soon he saw hundreds of city guards abandoning their armor and fleeing towards him.
"Run! It's the wizards, the wizards are coming back!"
Several city guards shouted desperately, only to be shot down by a volley of muskets.
In the moonlight and the glow of the bonfire, thousands of riflemen, fierce as wolves, advanced toward them. Loren's soul shivered with dread as he ordered his guards to intercept them, grabbing a warhorse to escape himself.
The enraged paupers were not about to let Loren leave so easily. They swarmed, pulling him off the horse, unleashing a barrage of punches, kicks, bites, and scratches.
"Get away! You lowlifes! When the Chief Justice arrives, you'll all be thrown into the purgatory!" Loren screamed in panic, but his guards had long vanished. Alone, he couldn't resist the onslaught of the 'mob,' and soon, silence prevailed under the righteous blows.
Within moments, the rifleman had reached the crowded square. The terrified paupers awaited the judgment of the wizards.
However, after Raydell, the leader, understood the situation, he ordered the confiscated silver coins to be returned, and the paupers were treated for their injuries, including the faithful follower who had been whipped.
Although physically healed by magic, the devout follower seemed somewhat lost, as if he had lost his soul.
As the paupers regained their coins, their faces expressed disbelief, and a vague thought emerged in their minds.
Perhaps under the rule of wizards, things weren't so bad.
At least, no one tried to take away their meager savings.
In a surprise attack, the rifleman quickly regained control of the city.
With the Papal forces busy chasing them and the defending forces left weak after the takeover, they suffered minimal casualties.
"Lynn, the Dean, really predicted everything..." Raydell couldn't help but marvel inwardly.
In the noon battle, they lost many cannons and armored vehicles, along with nearly three thousand wounded soldiers. A direct confrontation with the Papal forces wasn't a suitable option.
However, evacuating was equally difficult. With just over a hundred airships, it was impossible to take everyone away.
So, Lynn proposed hiding the main force outside the city. They would create a grand illusion of airships going to seize the oil fields, luring the Papal forces away. Once the Papal forces left, and the enemy let down their guard, they would strike back, even capturing the poorly defended city with oil.
According to Dean Lynn's words, they employed strategies such as an empty city, attacking the enemy to rescue themselves, the dark passage plan, and baiting the tiger to leave the mountain!
Many wizards were curious about what this magical star did before reaching the land of wizards.
Could it be that he was a major lord of the empire, as only then could he understand so many tactical techniques?
CH420
"Lord Wizard, shall we head to the City of Fire Oil now?" After gathering the poor on the square, Raydell turned to Anthony and asked.
"Yes, it's better sooner than later. There shouldn't be many defenders in the City of Fire Oil now," Anthony nodded, then added with a smile, "They would never expect us to launch a counterattack now!"
Everything was going smoothly with the plans. The Holy See had deployed its elite forces for tonight's decisive battle, and there should be no more than three thousand defenders in the City of Fire Oil.
Most importantly, the two legendary clerics should be absent, and no one could stop their attack!
"But what about Dean/Headmaster Lynn?" Raydell hesitated and asked.
The main enemy forces were diverted, and their side of the battle was indeed going very smoothly, but Raydell couldn't help but worry about the situation on the other side.
With less than two thousand troops on the airship, how could they withstand the assault of the Holy See's fifty-thousand expeditionary army?
"Don't worry, Master Lynn has a plan..." Anthony reassured.
"And in a sense, this is a battle that only legendary wizards can participate in. We are just burdens!" Anthony shook his head, realizing this during the discussions on how to deal with the Holy See's expeditionary army.
The focus of the discussions was on luring the Holy See's legendary clerics to the right locations so that Lynn's new magic could be smoothly cast. After that, the concern shifted to minimizing casualties among their own forces.
The leaders had great confidence in the power of Lynn's new magic, to the extent that they didn't even consider the Holy See's tens of thousands of expeditionary troops.
The decision to use the airship as bait was also because it was faster!
"If everything goes well, we might be able to go back and support, get a glimpse of Master Lynn's new magic!" Anthony said with anticipation.
Raydell was also curious. What kind of magic could give Dean Lynn the confidence to defeat legendary clerics capable of casting divine spells and tens of thousands of expeditionary troops...
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While Raydell led the musketeers to assault the City of Fire Oil, the aerial battle in the sky underwent new changes!
Hundreds of Gryphon Knights were quickly demoralised under the pursuit of the new-style fighter aircraft, scattering in all directions.
Some considered chasing the airship, thinking it might be better to face the enemy and die together. However, without the harassment of the Fire Dragon, they couldn't catch up with these rapidly moving alchemical creations!
Yasos, proficient in shape-shifting magic and possessing flight experience, was selected as the pilot for the first batch of fighter aircraft.
He was quite interested in this new type of alchemical creation. Its speed far exceeded any flying creature he knew, three times that of an airship, to describe it as swift as lightning was an understatement!
Yasos pushed the magic of thermal sensing to the extreme, turning the scattered Gryphon Knights into large red dots, highly visible in the night sky. They just needed to aim and open fire with the machine guns!
Just as Yasos selected the next target, ready to send them on their way, a Gryphon Knight appeared from below, flying towards him.
"Lucky? Going against the tide, quite brave!" Yasos praised, thinking it was one of the Gryphon Knights they had shot down. After healing their injuries, they returned to the sky to join the battle again, and he couldn't help but admire their courage.
Against such enemies, they had to give their all!
Yasos immediately turned to face the oncoming Gryphon Knight. As it approached within three hundred meters, Yasos pressed the control stick, and a fiery tongue burst from the machine gun, a barrage of bullets raining down in the sky...
The large red dot did not attempt to evade, and the sharp machine guns hit squarely!
"Too easy!" Yasos smiled, but then realized that the bullets he fired seemed to have no effect. They didn't bring down the opponent at all, and he faintly sensed that something was wrong.
Immediately, a strong warning surged in his mind. Yasos instinctively deviated from his course, but it was already too late!
A deafening explosion of shredded metal resounded in his ears, sparks flying vividly in the dark night.
Yasos felt a violent shock through his body, as if his chest was about to burst open. With the excellent dynamic vision of a shape-shifting wizard, he saw clearly that he had been hit by a yellow-orange bullet!
The opponent had rebounded all the attacks from the machine guns!
Hundreds of bullets tore apart more than half of the fuselage. The entire fighter aircraft immediately lost speed, irreversibly plummeting towards the ground...
Enduring the intense pain in his body, Yasos used electromagnetic magic to send out a warning signal. Then, just before the fighter aircraft crashed, he opened the top protective cover and jumped out...
[Batwing Transformation]
In mid-air, Yasos' back muscles near the scapula began to transform and extend, forming a pair of huge wings, three meters long in just a second.
Although his shapeshifting magic had not gained recognition from the masters and did not receive the Morning Star Medal, it seemed to have some usefulness now...
As the electromagnetic wave signal was sent out, wizards on the airship and other fighter aircraft also received the message.
[Machine guns ineffective, enemy... extremely dangerous!]
In fact, without the reminder, Lynn had already seen Yasos being shot down, as well as Lucia, riding a Gryphon, rushing towards them.
Whether it was due to some secret technique or not, the Gryphon under the opponent's seat was incredibly fast, its wings leaving afterimages, and its speed even surpassed that of the airship...
"This should be the Holy See's Saintess, right?" Harof squinted his eyes and praised, "Courageous, coming alone!"
Lynn was also somewhat surprised. Although he knew that after dealing with the airborne Fire Dragon and Gryphons, the Holy See's legendary wizards would definitely take action, he did not expect that only Lucia would catch up.
This was inconsistent with his previous plans.
The unknown is the most fearful.
"Let the fighters retreat first!" Lynn said with a serious expression, quickly transmitting the command in the form of electromagnetic waves.
After receiving the order, several nearby fighter aircraft immediately began to turn back, giving up the intention of besieging the opponent. Their ammunition and fuel were almost depleted, and they were no longer able to fight...
