"Recently, we rarely encounter desperate dragon knights appearing alone in our airspace! The Holy Demon Empire is probably at the end of its rope!" Olanke said to his wingman easily on the radio.
The two of them have now achieved more than 30 dragon victories, becoming the most dazzling combination in the entire Air Force. Their noses are covered with dragon head logos, and they look majestic in rows.
This airspace has a legend of its own, which is a great legend about fighter jets slaying dragons.
"The fool sent the dragon knight here to seek death. The previous large-scale harassment operations are no longer suitable for them." The wingman replied happily.
Because of the radar, the Dragon Knights could not sneak past the defense line of Eiland Hill. The higher they flew, the clearer the signal they left on the radar screen.
The clouds cannot protect their whereabouts, and they will never realize this until they die. Just like Elanthil is not suitable for fighting against the Magic Empire, the Holy Demon Empire also knows nothing about mortal science and technology.
In fact, as long as they lower their altitude and let the dragon fly at low altitude, they can effectively avoid radar searches. The dragon's ability to take off and land vertically also allows them to land on the ground and hide themselves away from patrolling fighter jets.
But they have no experience in this area. Before they can test the blind spots and characteristics of the radar, the dragon knights will be shot down and lost: it is impossible for prisoners and dead people to take the experience back and share it with their companions, so the dragon knights
The infiltration operation is destined to be a tragedy.
"Keep the height! Keep searching! I have a hunch that we will definitely gain something today!" Olanke looked down at the ground beneath his feet, carefully distinguishing everything between the ground and him.
"There's no news from the radar station. There's nothing in this airspace except us!" The wingman pilot looked a little bored and said uninterestedly: "There's no dragon, there's no enemy. It's been almost two days."
"Yes! If there were not still combat patrols every day, I think I would have thought the war was over." Olanke also felt that this kind of patrol where he could not meet the enemy was very boring. He controlled his fighter to slightly raise the level, so that
The clouds above my head are closer to me.
While the two pilots were killing time boredly, a hurried warning from the ground command center came from their headsets: "Patrol Team 7! Patrol Team 7! Team 11 in the airspace directly in front of you has lost contact! They have lost contact.
Before contacting, report that you saw a suspicious target! Be careful! Check whether there is any enemy situation, and keep in touch at any time!"
"Team No. 7 understands!" Olanke suddenly regained his energy. He pressed the intercom and answered, and then ordered his wingman: "Cheer up! Someone is coming to your door!"
"Be careful! It's been a long time since we lost two fighter jets at once! Team 11 is not a rookie, and the enemies that can shoot them down may not be easy to deal with." The wingman turned on the intercom and reminded Olank.
Of course Olanke knew the importance, and while searching the sky, he agreed: "No target was found at the radar station. What is going on? The enemy has hidden its whereabouts?"
"If the Holy Demon Empire had this kind of magic, they would have used it long ago. Why would they wait until now?" The wingman said in disbelief: "I think they flew at a low altitude to avoid the radar warning area..."
"You are responsible for searching the ground, and leave it to me head-on!" Oranke also felt that the magic that could hide the whereabouts was a bit nonsense, and said to his wingman: "Don't let go of any suspicious places, spread out the formation, and don't get together!"
The two planes searched and flew forward one after the other, and were about to enter the airspace responsible for Team 11. As a result, at this moment, Oulanke seemed to see something unbelievable.
"What is that? Damn it!" he yelled on the radio, and then frantically repeated what he saw: "I saw a man flying in the sky! Not a dragon knight! Not a dragon knight!"
He finally understood why the radar station did not detect this target. It was because the target was too small, almost as big as the current radar clutter...
The man flying in the sky opposite seemed to have seen Oulanke and his wingmen, so he rushed over at a speed similar to that of a fighter jet. His robes were shaking in the wind, and the light of magic shone around him.
It's as dense as thick fog.
In the strong wind that could kill people, the man stretched out his palm, and the clouds above Olank's head became violent. Olank in the cockpit felt the distortion of the airflow, and his
The plane seemed to have lost control.
"Avoid the opponent's attack! He is attacking us!" Olanke controlled his plane, and the airflow around him that seemed to be no longer stable rushed out. The moment he avoided the terrible airflow, a bolt of lightning came from
It split out of the clouds and almost hit Oulanke's plane.
Although the lightning was not strong, it still really startled Oulanke. If he was hit by lightning in the sky, his plane would probably not be much better even if it did not crash.
"Oh my God! The other person is flying in the sky by himself! Am I crazy!" The wingman was also turning the nose of the plane to avoid the person's flight path. If Chris saw the scene in front of him, he would definitely think that he had seen it.
Superman...
The man who was flying in the sky relying only on his body suddenly stopped in the sky. He seemed to be looking curiously at the two fighter jets that had avoided the attack, and seemed to be preparing some more advanced attack mode.
Suddenly, the dense magic surrounding that figure suddenly dispersed, and a magic circle of steaming air formed in the palm of the man's hand. In this magic circle, fireballs were shot out one after another like machine guns, as if
Tracer bullets rushed towards Orlank's fighter jet.
The flying speed of the fireball is not slow, at least many times faster than the fireball magic of the Holy Demon Empire. Although it cannot keep up with the flying speed of aircraft cannon shells, it is still a difficult continuous attack.
Olanke didn't dare to be careless. He was afraid of the lightning attack just now, so he could only immediately start flying an "S"-shaped defensive route, keeping a distance from the flying man, and avoiding the fireballs that were fired at him.
The magic circle in the opponent's hand that steamed the surrounding air quickly dissipated, and then a white mist formed in the palm of the opponent's hand. The ice picks flew out one after another, this time at a speed of about
It's faster.
Those deadly ice picks flew not in the direction of Oranke, but towards the wingman who was preparing for a sneak attack. When the wingman pilot saw that something was wrong, he immediately changed his flight path, so that he was not hit by those ice picks.
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"Thud! Thud!" The opponent was hovering in the air and not moving quickly, so Oulanke found an attack window and fired a row of cannonballs at the position where the man was hovering from a long distance.
While strafing, Olan raised his fighter jet to avoid possible counterattacks from the opponent. The tracer bullets drew beautiful curves in the air, rushed towards the people hovering in the sky in the distance, and then shot up at that distance.
The person was blocked by a magic circle when he was about a few dozen meters away.
The cannonballs hit the magic circle, splashing out a dazzling fire. But Oulanke could clearly see that these cannonballs did not penetrate the magic barriers like shining plates, but only caused ripples on them.
"This guy is stronger than a dragon! The aerial cannon has no effect! The aerial cannon has no effect!" Olanke felt that he was in danger. Facing such a powerful enemy in the sky, even his weapons could not hurt the opponent. He won.
It goes without saying that it is negative.
"Thud! Thud!" The wingman also found an opportunity to fire at this time, and also fired a dense row of tracer bullets at the figure. These shells still hit the magic barrier, as if the opponent's magic reserves were endless.
On the opponent's outstretched palm, the magic circle that was shrouded in coldness due to temperature faded away again, and then a new magic circle appeared, and the surrounding air flow became chaotic, just like the air flow that Oranke had just avoided.
"Crack!" A bolt of lightning struck from the center of the opponent's palm and hit the wingman's wing in an instant. The huge destructive force ripped off the wing of the me-109 fighter jet, as if an invisible arm ripped apart the aircraft.
The skin on the wing seemed to have broken the keel inside.
The golden eagle logo broke into two pieces under the attack, and the wingman who lost control spun and fell to the ground. The figure flying in the sky seemed to be very satisfied with his attack, and retracted his dangerous palm into his robe.
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Olanke didn't expect that the opponent would stop attacking. He flew the plane in a big circle and looked at the wingman falling to the ground. He didn't know what to do at this moment. The hovering figure suddenly moved at this moment.
It stood up and began to dive rapidly downwards, just like a smaller version of the me-109 fighter jet.
In Oulanke's surprised eyes, the figure actually leaned on the crashing me-109 fighter jet, and then the plane slowed down its fall, and was finally gently placed on the ground.
"Hey! Jack! Jack! Did you hear me? Jack!" Olanke, who didn't know whether his wingman pilot was alive or dead, called his comrade's name over and over again on the radio, but unfortunately, he didn't get the answer.
Any answer.
The figure hovered in the low altitude for a while, and then began to fly east again. Olank knew that he had no way to deal with the opponent, so he could only use the radio to report what he saw and heard: "I think... I
