Cassia adjusted the switch on the pneumatic sword to keep his temperature in a suitable range, which is also a range that he can tolerate at present. The surgical development of the heat resistance of the arm has not been completed yet, and only half of the process has been completed, but because
Due to physical reasons, using pneumatic weapons at the lowest range for three to four minutes can still accomplish the task.
"Chi!" The red-hot sword made a sharp sound when it touched the ice. White steam suddenly spurted out from the contact surface between the two. After rising to a height of several meters, most of the steam became slow again under the cold temperature.
The falling frost powder, only a small part of the steam rose into the sky.
It's not a good idea. As the steam gathers, it's only a matter of time before they rise into the sky and become a more eye-catching signal. Cassia seizes the time and slowly cuts the ice under her feet piece by piece. Whenever her arms feel burning,
When the feeling of erosion came, he closed the pneumatic sword and put his arm next to the ice layer to cool down. This also alleviated the accumulation of steam to a certain extent and prevented it from quickly becoming a conspicuous target.
From time to time, he would look at the time. When the enemy completed the search for the vacant area, he would definitely think of himself running to the top of the mountain. If he had not completed his plan before that, Cassia thought that his results would not be very good.
Okay. He couldn't resist the firepower of ten airships. Just the bullets from the machine guns could slowly exhaust his life in a few minutes depending on the number of people.
The results of more than half an hour are not very satisfactory to Cassia. The effect of pneumatic weapons is not very significant in the face of ice that has been formed for hundreds of years due to the limitation of power. These ice layers are both as hard as steel and as cold as the pneumatic sword itself.
.It only went down about two meters deeper, and was less than three meters away from the increasingly clear condensed lava, but the cutting speed became weaker and weaker.
There was only a piece of dark red light that was refracted hundreds of times by the ice. Amidst the "chichi" sound, Cassia held the pneumatic sword like a machine and patiently cut the ice under her feet little by little. The black condensed lava
Right in front of you, you can reach them by destroying the deep cold ice beneath your feet.
Cassia exhaled at this time, like a valve releasing, letting out all the fatigue and pressure in her body. When she raised her head, the sky above had turned into a dim color. It was already evening, and it was not long before she came here.
It's been a few hours.
"The enemy has probably noticed it." Cassia thought. With a crisp cracking sound, the ice under his feet cracked. He kicked a few times to expand the cracks on it, and the cutting speed of the pneumatic sword became faster. One needle
The smell of sulfur broke through the ice blockade one step ahead, dispersing around with the smell that had been frozen in time for hundreds of years.
The ice layer was finally cleared by Cassia without any accident, and the condensed lava already carried some temperature. Under the rock was the terrifying energy that had been accumulated for a long time, and you could even feel a slight vibration from it if you touched it at close range. Take out another
Cassia dug a small hole in the condensed lava and placed a fire gun underneath so that the electricity in the radiator could be better conducted. Being prepared, Cassia stood in the narrow space.
Get up, avoid the sharp ice cubes that have refrozen, and climb up.
Halfway through, countless sound waves pressed down from the sky. The source of the sound took on the shape of a hexagram, surrounding him. His movements immediately accelerated, and Cassia's body seemed to flow along the dug ice pit.
on, and arrived at the edge of the circular device in a short time.
Without any hesitation, he took out the hexagonal prism rod on his body and inserted it directly into a hole in the device. Before the hazy white light expanded, a piece of orange-red appeared out of thin air on top of the crater, heading towards the dark blue.
The ice layer smashed down. It became a hot spring with strange colors. The firelight was refracted through the ice, making it look like a dream.
Immediately, the machine gun bullets separated in mid-air with bunches of light red lines, and exploded first on the ice. Finely broken ice cubes sputtered up, and before they fell, they were hit by the flames and heat waves generated by the aircraft gun explosion.
It turned into scattered steam.
The expanding fireball eventually turned into thick black smoke, rising in the impact of mutual attacks. The machine gun bullets tore them apart again, reducing the thickness of the ice layer by layer.
"Calculate the wind direction and launch all cloud bombs." A calm voice sounded in the control room.
In less than half a minute, more than a dozen huge steel blocks were projected from six aircraft and airships. They were ignited in mid-air, and the tail of the flames became slightly curved in the strong wind, but it did not affect their ability to stay in the limelight.
Everything exploded smoothly.
The white jellyfish-shaped powder spread out almost at the same time. The wind caused them to overlap and form a huge net with no gaps. The thick smoke billowing below was even covered by this color. Analytical Machine
With precise calculations, at the moment when the sky above the crater was completely covered by the powder network, several sparks flashed out.
"Boom -" the sound wave spread, all the white powder was ignited, and the huge fireball was like a substance, and it suddenly fell inside the crater. The concave geographical environment intensified the power of this explosion, and the fireball was destroyed after a few seconds.
Catalyzed by its own impact and heat, a huge pillar of fire rushed into the dim blue sky. A transparent shock wave spread from the top of the mountain, like an air cavity formed by a bullet hitting the water. The impact was even found on the thunderclouds below.
Returning to its own shape, a huge ripple-like wave centered on the mountain and rushed to all directions. After two or three kilometers, it completely disappeared. The thick thundercloud was almost washed away and was pressed down for more than ten meters.
Only at this height can the force of close impact be completely offset.
The mountain shook, and the ice cracked and slid downwards. But the attack did not stop there. In this short period of time, the six airships all unfolded their camouflaged steel decks, revealing several rows of neatly staggered sides.
The aerial bomb launch hole. The aerial bomb's head emerges from the flames ejected from the launch hole, and impacts the source of the fire pillar below.
The expanding flames seemed to have undergone a chemical reaction, as if they were fragmented in the explosion of an aerial bomb. The fire column finally turned into a mushroom-shaped thick smoke cloud, spreading out layer by layer and rolling higher into the sky.
"The remaining ammunition is 80%,,,70%,,,,50%,,,,"
"The remaining 30% will be reserved for backup, and the rest will be launched. When the smoke dissipates, I don't want to see anything complete below." El interrupted Stian, with a gleaming look on his face.
He stood at the window and quietly looked at the scene below. It was as if he were admiring paintings by famous artists in a museum, with a look of indulgence and unconscious joy in his eyes.
This small piece of sky was illuminated by the fire, and a layer of fiery red was plated on the mountaintop rocks and airships. The impact of the explosion disrupted the wind direction, and the smoke and flames were mixed, tearing and fusion were staged at the same time.
In El's eyes.
"Thirty percent of ammunition remaining!" After Stian's words fell, all six airships stopped attacking. Only the faintly red muzzles and bomb launchers "sizzled" in the strong wind.
The sound of cooling is like recalling the heartfelt roar just now, and the meaning is still unfinished. (To be continued)