Navigator 2, which was pulling up a little slowly, finally hit a space crack on the way up and turned into an exploding fireball, rolling on the space wall.
They were only less than 2 seconds late. As a result, these two seconds determined life and death, and they lost the chance to live.
Fate is sometimes so unfair. It will not give the captain of Navigator 2 more opportunities because of his obedience and caution, nor will it punish the captain of Navigator 3 because of his recklessness.
Some……
In other words, in a sense, fate is fair, it is absolutely fair - it only gives everyone one chance, and there is no difference between everyone on the road to hell!
Not caring to look at the three crashed planes, the pilot of Navigator 1 pulled his joystick hard and shouted loudly on the public channel: "There is space magic ahead! There is space magic ahead!"
Turn! Turn!”
"Damn!" The pilot on the co-pilot was also desperately cooperating with his captain to adjust the plane's flight status.
They didn't have time to throw away all the ammunition they carried. In fact, their bomb bay was still full of 500 kilograms of bombs!
Carrying such a heavy burden to perform such an exaggerated maneuver is actually a very fatal choice.
If they are not careful, their bomber may disintegrate in the air, but even then, it is better than crashing directly.
At least, if the plane disintegrates, they will still have a chance to parachute... Although, if they parachute now, they will land in an enemy-occupied area, and they will probably be used as food by the hordes of demon soldiers.
Therefore, all he can think about now is not the damn parachuting, but taking this heavy bomber back with him!
"Tighten the joystick! Full engine afterburner! Move to the left! Move to the left! Adjust the nose!" The pilot of Navigator 1 nervously ordered while pulling the joystick.
They could feel that their B-52 bomber was no longer listening to the control of the joystick at this altitude.
Flying to this altitude with a full load is almost the limit of what this aircraft can do. It would not be surprising if it would disintegrate and crash.
"Baby! Baby! You are the best! I love you! I love you! Come on! Come on, baby!" On the co-pilot, the pilot held the control stick tightly, chanting and praying crazily,
Pious, as if caressing the beautiful woman in his dream.
…
The B-52 bombers following the leading formation reacted within seconds. They began to deviate sideways from their course to avoid the huge radar reflection area.
At the same time, in order to reduce weight, the densely packed B-52 bombers opened their bomb bays. Regardless of what target was under their feet or whether it was in the wilderness, they began to drop bombs at the same time to reduce weight.
They abandoned all the bombs they carried, and then started their turn more lightly.
The huge fleet of aircraft began to turn spectacularly, and dense passwords were interspersed on the radio.
It is not an easy task to coordinate the steering of a huge fleet of hundreds of aircraft. The entire formation was in chaos, and two aircraft even almost collided.
Hundreds of planes dispersed in the sky, and there was the roar of plane engines everywhere, as well as the lightning and thunder of the storm below.
Compared with the clumsiness of the B-52 bombers, the fighter force was much more flexible. They quickly avoided this invisible wall, and with the turning bombers, they began to move away from this dangerous storm. Good
Of course, when they turned around, they could no longer see the three dazzling, huge fires.
They also did not see the strange and spectacular sight of the wreckage of the B-52 bomber tumbling down in the sky.
Of course, they saw a B-52 rushing madly to an altitude of 11,000 meters, and then falling like a leaf as if it had lost its soul.
Finally, under their horrified eyes, the B-52 bomber finally came to life at an altitude of more than 7,000 meters and stabilized its flight posture.
…
The captain on Navigator 1 let out a long breath and finally relaxed his grip on the control stick slightly.
Only then did he feel that his palms were full of sweat. Who knows what they had experienced in the past few minutes.
He looked out the window at the lightning and thunder, as well as the real rain hitting his windshield. Only then did he realize how much he liked the damn scenes in front of him.
Although there was still lightning and thunder, and although he was still in the storm and felt the slight vibration of the plane's fuselage, he was still very grateful that he was still alive at this moment, could still breathe, and could still cheer to his heart's content.
Fortunately, his plane is a new B-52 bomber that has just been in service for a few months. Fortunately, his plane has a magic defense barrier and a floating magic circle that can reduce weight!
Thanks to his wisdom in that moment, thank God for allowing him to control his own destiny at the last moment.
Anyway, no matter what, he is luckier than his subordinates. He has at least survived today and now.
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"After all, I still have to take action myself! A bunch of useless trash! I am the source of magic! I am the most powerful existence in the world!" In his own hall, the angry source of magic roared, and the terrifying voice echoed throughout the hall.
echoed in.
"You think I failed? I can't do it anymore? Those hateful bastards, including that bitch Aresia! You all have to pay the price! Pay a heavy price!" A manic magic storm surged in the temple, affecting
The storm surrounding Withollands.
That's right, the source of magic took action. He released powerful magical energy and even changed the weather. At the same time, he also used space magic to form an absolute defensive barrier!
In order to severely damage those damn intruders, he planned to use the storm to hide the energy-consuming space magic defense barrier, or the super huge space rift.
However, what he didn't know was that the killing plan he planned so hard ended up shooting down only three B-52 bombers.
"Long live the source of magic! Your glory shines on the demons! Victory will eventually belong to us!" A group of demon officers knelt down devoutly in front of the source of magic, bowed their heads and sang in harmony.
Once upon a time, they even had the illusion that the origin of magic had completely failed. But facts proved to them that the powerful and invincible origin of magic was still so powerful that it exceeded their understanding!
"Back off!" There seemed to be no intention of showing off his skills. The source of magic just calmly shouted back to the men in front of him.
After everyone exited the hall, the human form formed by the original energy of magic began to agitate irregularly: "Forced to use such powerful magic... will even I be backlashed by the power of natural rules..."