"Anyone who has come into contact with the scarlet will die, including me. ”

When the wings of the pitch-black monster kept waving the air currents around it, making it almost impossible to control the fighter plane's ups and downs, a phrase echoed in his ears that he had heard somewhere.

This tone, this voice, combined with the monster in front of him, made him shudder.

It seemed that his body would grow scarlet fruit under the guidance of the monster, which would then be devoured by the smaller bodies of the elder's fangs, and disappear into the world he loved.

It's an old horror story.

Yan Ling couldn't help but panic, and the hands that were manipulating the control stick became slightly trembling again.

The fearless emotions that had been brought about by the honor of the Empire just now were just like ordinary humans in the face of larger, more terrifying monsters.

"Maybe the gods are terrified, too. Yan Ling stared at the monster and muttered.

But Zhou Zhifeng behind him didn't hear Yan Ling's words of fear, and his brain was running rapidly at this time.

It looked like a monster formed by the combination of dragons and darkness, where had he seen it, maybe it was a book, or maybe it was a fragment.

"Captain, where have I seen this monster, he, he seems to be the guardian of the Lost City. Zhou Zhifeng thought for a few seconds before he said, and he only had a very superficial impression of this monster in his brain.

"Guardian?" Yan Ling whispered.

But Zhou Zhifeng's prompt of this kind of information can be regarded as pulling him back from his fearful gaze, allowing him to temporarily get rid of the distraction that was affected by the darkness just now.

After all, humanity still wants to grasp that bit of information, even if it's a vague hope, compared to the horror of not having any information at all and the comfort of having some kind of information.

After shaking his head violently again to clear the fear and chaotic thoughts in his head, Yan Ling violently shook his body a few times because he felt a chill. Fortunately, after all this was completed, his emotions, like the imperial soldiers on the remaining five warplanes around him, finally calmed down again,

However, although he could already see the slight corner of the Lost City not far from this monster, no matter how he observed, or rather looked, the wooden fighter plane with no combat power and the eight fighters that left in front of him seemed to have lost even their shadows at this time, and he could not see any traces.

This made Yan Ling and his party feel extremely uneasy.

If they had just been unable to think out of fear in the fog, now facing the suspended dragon-like monsters, the silence in the confrontation allowed them to think through all the questions they hadn't thought of before.

Although this may not be of much use, it may only increase the fear in their hearts.

But aren't humans just such a species? Sometimes, when things can't be changed, they can't even exert any influence, but they still think uncontrollably, they rejoice, they get angry, they hurt themselves. It's as if everything in the mind belongs to the person who thinks about it.

"Zhou Zhifeng, can we bypass him and walk towards the Lost City?" Yan Ling asked, still having full confidence in the mathematical and observational abilities of the assistant behind him.

"I'm afraid it's hard. The coordinates on the magnet disk now show that we are very close to the Lost City. You can see it too, Captain, and it should be behind this monster. But he has been fanning the huge wings, and if our plane wants to go around from the side, not to mention the clouds, we can't bear the air flow of the wings. ”

"Isn't it okay to go around from above?" Yan Ling interrupted.

"Not really. On the one hand, we really don't have much fuel. On the other hand, even if we succeed in the circumambulation, this little time will be enough for the monster to turn around. It seems, it seems that his goal is us. Zhou Zhifeng said, his eyes were mixed with complex emotions of fear, and they could not all be transmitted to Yan Ling's mind at this time.

"Why?" Yan Ling wondered.

"You see, his dark eyes are staring at us. Like, like a devil. After Zhou Zhifeng said the word "devil", he could no longer suppress the fear caused by looking at the monster, lowered his head, and returned his eyes to the magnet disk on his lap.

Tick, tick.

Tick –

Tick –

Tick –

At first, Yan Ling couldn't understand the combination of long and short tones used by the magnet disk to broadcast when setting up danger, and he always felt that this was redundant. But now he understands that this is not only a reminder of danger, but also a poignant piece of music that symbolizes death in the face of danger that cannot be changed.

Because he saw that the huge tentacles, symbolizing the end of the world, were right in front of him, reaching out faster than the fighter planes flying, towards a red Empire fighter plane on her right.

"Attack!"

Before he had time to think about it, Yan Ling hurriedly placed his right hand in the firing position of the machine gun and attacked towards the two huge tentacles covered with evil eyes.

Although the tentacles entwined the Imperial fighter to the death, unlike the fighter that was attacked for the first time, this one was not penetrated, which means that the Imperial soldiers on it still had a little room to operate.

Da-da-da!

The bullets slammed into the monster with a rhythmic sound.

At the same time, after seeing the attack of the main engine, the remaining four fighters, after slightly adjusting their orientation, also joined in.

But this time, the tentacles seemed to be determined to warn those who came to offend the Lost City, and no matter how the bullets hit it, it seemed to lose its senses, and it was dead wrapped around the plane.

Even, his strength has deepened with the passage of time.

Click!

The sound of metal being deflated began to reach the ears of the Imperial soldiers in the warplane, and he had to look at the source of the sound behind him.

But in the next second, his mind was completely occupied by the fear of death.

The external tentacles that were constantly shrinking the internal space of the fighter plane actually flowed out of a scarlet and strong liquid in front of him.

Even the top layer of glass, which was not yet covered in red, was now covered with a frightening and disgusting bright red.

It was as if it was really a thick pulp from the cracking of the fruit from hell.

At this moment, the Imperial soldier's emotions and thoughts completely collapsed, and he wanted to escape from this terrifying and strange place, so he desperately banged his fist on the glass that was falling apart, forgetting the weapons in his hand and the weapons that could be used on the plane.

Finally!

Bang!

A dull sound finally came from the long-overdue shattered fighter.

As expected by the monster and Yan Ling and others, although this expectation was also the result he was most unwilling to see, the red fighter plane representing the Flame Empire was cut off by tentacles in front of everyone.

As the shards disappeared into the clouds below, the monster seemed to feel a sense of contentment, and let out an ethereal sound that was not small and not small like laughter.

But for it this is not enough, it seems to have gone through a few seconds of brainstorming if it had a brain case.

In front of everyone, its two huge tentacles began to roll the fighter inward, and constantly crushed and grinded.

Eventually, under the mixed effect of the released scarlet liquid and the red skin of the fighter, the Imperial fighter plane did not even make the slightest explosion sound, and became a thick debris mixed with solid and liquid, which was easily dropped by the monster into the clouds.

Now, including Yan Ling, there are only five Imperial fighters left that they can see.

And the area on the dashboard that indicates the remaining fuel, the pointer is constantly adjusting downward.

"Fight!" Yan Ling roared angrily, out of the sense of honor of a soldier, belonging to the sense of unyielding resistance in the face of strength, they all returned to his body at this moment.

Although he has experienced many life and death tests under his military position in the empire in the past few years, he does not want to be the Yan Wu of fifty years ago, killed by a huge creature, nor does he want to be the Yan Zhao of twenty years ago, who has been the laughing stock of others after being executed as a traitor.

In such a moment, the infection of emotions and the stimulation of memories, Yan Ling understood that as a soldier of the empire, there were only two ways in the face of danger.

Either survive in the blood or die in the scarlet.

His physical body had already made a choice before his body.

With the continuous control of the left-hand joystick, Yan Ling's fighter was swooping towards the body of the pitch-black monster at a rapid speed.

And his right hand and eyes were staring at the monster in front of him, making sure that the bullets from his machine gun would not miss.

Da-da-da-da!

A violent sound swept by, and the soldiers in the Imperial fighter plane in the rack behind him suddenly rose with a full sense of admiration.

Yan Ling's fighter plane actually flew at full speed against the monster's wings and chest, and even in the nearest position, they were already less than a meter.

"Ahh

At the same time, the Imperial soldiers in other warplanes also discovered an important piece of information.

It seems that the monster's weakness is not in the tentacles that took the legs, but in his wings.

Yes, wings, whether living or mechanical in the air, are all possible weak electricity. The people who were haunted by fear did not notice it at the first time, but it was only when the bullet from the Yanling Machine Gun hit the wings of the pitch-black monster, that it had to retract so that it almost lost its balance, and finally had the first correct understanding.

Due to the sudden and rapid attack by the Yan Order, bright red blood flowed from the monster's wings, although it was nothing in proportion to its body.

However, this is already the only good news after the loss of four fighters.

"Captain, I remember, this monster is called the Lord of the Dragons, and it is a combination of dead dragons and dark resentments from the underworld. It belongs to the gods, it should be, it should be sixty in order. Zhou Zhifeng said, he didn't seem to be affected by the fierce attack of the fighter just now.

"Tell me, tell me about his weaknesses. Yan Ling gasped and ordered.

"It seems that wings are one of its weak points, and second, second I don't remember. Zhou Zhifeng replied a little embarrassed.

But at such an urgent moment of battle, Yan Ling couldn't care too much, so he took out the microphone on his left hand and issued orders to the remaining four Imperial fighters.

"Everyone, attack its wings by all means. Repeat in general, attacking its wings. ”