"Understood, Captain!" replied the remaining Imperial soldiers in unison.

Even if Yan Ling couldn't hear their answer at all, the next actions were enough to prove the strength and courage contained in the soldiers of the Fire Empire.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Click!

Click!

Two flaming shells rushed from the bottom of the fighter to the left and the right, respectively, towards the Lord of the Dragon, and the machine guns equipped on the remaining two fighters also swooped down on its flanks.

Suddenly, the thick smoke mixed with the remnants of the sparks in the cannonballs flew outward, forming a world-famous painting belonging to humans vs. evil dragons.

If the painter of the Empire had been present, he would have been amazed by the towering clouds, the endless sky, and the fierce battle in the sky that he had never seen before.

"Go on, it seems to be working. Yan Ling shouted excitedly, and once again placed his right hand in the on/off position of the machine gun.

He didn't intend to wait for his soldiers to die, which was the attitude of an Imperial soldier in battle.

The Imperial General, who grew up in the East, knew the power of human unity as anyone who grew up in it.

If all your men die, and you live on top of this world. Even if the hellish karmic fire in the scepter in the emperor's hand was not smashed, the spit of the citizens and nobles in the imperial capital would drown him and lead him to a state of no return.

He's always known that.

"Captain, danger!" Zhou Zhifeng reminded loudly.

As his fighter plane slammed into the right wing of the Lord of the Dragons, one of the monster's tentacles struck at his position at the same time.

"Damn, it's eyeing me, and the tentacles didn't come out when the others attacked. Yan Ling cursed, or urgently pulled the lever upwards.

Sou!

The sound of the obvious air currents swept by, it was the sound of tentacles brushing shoulders with the flame fighter plane.

After Yan Ling's fighter plane urgently avoided the attack, it didn't bother to counterattack the Lord of the Dragon, but made a circular motion of three hundred and sixty degrees in the air and slashed behind the monster.

"Roar, roar, roar!" Yan Ling's behavior of flying backwards around the body of the Lord of the Thunder Dragons really stimulated it.

After the deafening roars one after another, the Lord of the Owl Dragon didn't care about the blood flowing on his body and the attack of the four fighters behind him, and went straight towards Yan Ling's plane.

This time, the huge wings struggled to incite inward, forming an inward airflow, blocking Yan Ling from flying farther away, and the tentacles, after slightly accumulating strength, suddenly attacked behind Yan Ling.

"What's going on?" Yan Ling exclaimed.

He suddenly found that under the effect of the air current, no matter how he manipulated the control stick, his plane could not go in any direction, at most it only reversed direction, and the terrifying scene in front of him was once again in his eyes.

But even when he glanced back for a few seconds, Yan Ling's eyes caught the place he had been longing for.

The corner of the Lost City, which glowed with a slight golden light, was already not far behind Yan Ling.

This also means that he has touched the last bottom line of the Lord of the Dragons, that is, the protection of the Lost City.

Between thoughts, the surging air flow around Yan Ling still showed no sign of abating, on the contrary, he in the center position, under this slight rhythmic up-and-down sway, left and right, actually maintained a relatively stable state.

However, stability in this state is the most important thing.

The two dark monsters with countless evil eyeballs, like the ancient night gods of imperial mythology who stole human souls, struck straight at his plane.

Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters, three meters.

As the tentacles approached little by little, Yan Ling's inner despair deepened little by little.

Of course, he was still desperately manipulating the control stick, and the machine gun on his plane was also desperately attacking the tentacles of the Lord of the Dragons.

But none of this works.

The constant proximity of those tentacles is the best proof of this.

It seems that as death approaches, Yan Ling's thinking has become faster like ordinary humans. He could see the tentacles slowly approaching his fighter as if they had been slowed down, and he could even see the sticky blood flowing out of the tentacles that were fighting and being injured like honey.

Two meters, one meter.

"It's close at hand. Yan Ling muttered.

He had come to terms with this impending death.

Even though there is a lot of reluctance, even though there are still some ulterior tasks to be completed, but in the situation that is almost a dead end, no one can leave a god to rekindle hope for his chess game that is about to collapse.

"Igniting hope?" Yan Ling smiled and closed his eyes tightly.

He didn't bother to listen to Zhou Zhifeng's anxious cry behind him, and he didn't continue to manipulate the position and attack of the fighter with both hands.

He seemed to feel a hint of tiredness, as if the scythe, a symbol of death, was already extremely close to his chest.

However!

Boom! Boom!

A loud explosion beyond his knowledge suddenly pulled him back from his fear and helplessness to reality.

"Is this, Flame?" Yan Ling said in surprise.

He was delighted to find that the two wings of the Lord of the Dragons were wrapped in two flames that came from nowhere.

At this time, its wings are like a lit firewood, and the flame is spreading uncontrollably.

Then the Lord of the Dragons called out for the opportunity to try to extinguish the flames, and Yan Ling hurriedly piloted the fighter plane and flew towards the back of the Lord of the Dragons' body.

"Captain, I remembered. The second weakness of this monster is the eyes, the eyes. Zhou Zhifeng also relieved himself from the tension just now, and hurriedly told Yan Ling the information he had just found from his memory.

At this moment, all the information was completely presented in front of Yan Ling's eyes.

Looking at the raging flames that came out of nowhere, Yan Ling felt a refreshing feeling after the boundless fog that had been enveloping him before dissipated.

But the feeling didn't last long, and he sensed something strange in the raging flames.

"Is this?, this thing in the fire looks so familiar?" Yan Ling asked, bringing the fighter a little closer to the Lord of the Dragons, who was screaming and fluttering up and down.

Zhou Zhifeng also followed Yan Ling, looking carefully at the familiar figure in the flames.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, it's shocking to see it.

The reddish casing, the burning glass, and the slightly revealing machine gun told them a cruel truth.

"This is our warplane. Zhou Zhifeng choked up and said.

"Our ...... Fighters?" Yan Ling couldn't believe it, re-manipulating the control stick and flying backwards slowly.

Then, he looked around again, and the remaining two fast-flying fighters were interspersed and were still attacking the monsters, which confirmed Zhou Zhifeng's statement.

"Did they sacrifice themselves voluntarily to save me?" Yan Ling also said with a slight choked up.

He didn't even notice that a line of tears had fallen from the corners of his eyes.

"That's right. It seems that they also know the ancient legend of the Flame Empire. It's just that I didn't expect them to move towards this legend. ”

"What legend?" Yan Ling asked with a reproachful tone.

"Once you encounter an invincible dark monster, as an Imperial soldier who grew up in flames, you can only have a chance to defeat by letting the flames reappear and coexist with the flames. And the way to make the flame reappear is only effective if it is fused with the blood in one's body and the magic source power that represents the flame. ”

"But that's just a legend. Yan Ling said angrily.

"They obviously understand that. The remaining fuel on the plane, plus the last shells left in their plane, confirmed this statement. See, the blazing flame is the best proof of this legend. ”

"The best proof?" Yan Ling muttered.

"Yes. Flame and blood represent courage, and only by sacrificing one's own choices can the final victory of the entire empire be achieved. So, so we can't stop them. Captain, you see, the remaining two fighters are also ready. The two of them are even passing on a message to you. Zhou Zhifeng said, motioning for Yan Ling to look ahead.

Sure enough, through the two layers of glass, Yan Ling could indeed vaguely see the two Imperial soldiers driving the last etiquette of the Imperial soldiers, although he couldn't hear any sound, but his lips collided not far away, as if he was saying to him the famous words that belonged to the Imperial Army.

"Coexist with the flames!"

"Hurry up Captain, you must issue an order to them to attack the eyes of the Lord of the Dragons. They are strong enough to defeat him, hurry up, or they will still attack the wings. Zhou Zhifeng urged.

He had observed the two remaining Imperial warplanes, which seemed to be making their final charges.

The propeller that spun desperately at the back of the plane is the best proof of this.

"Hurry up!" Zhou Zhifeng continued to urge.

He knew that in five seconds at most, the two fighters would be rushing towards the monster and falling into flames.

With no room for choice, Yan Ling still forcibly held back the surging emotions in his heart, trembled his left hand slightly, and took out the microphone again.

"Attack its eyes, that's the weakness. Attack its eyes!"

In the last half of the sentence, Yan Ling roared with almost all his strength.

He could imagine that after accepting the order, the Imperial soldiers in the two warplanes would nod their heads, and then reply "Yes!" and then, at full speed, rushed towards the head of the huge black monster.

And at the same time, hit the cannonball, which symbolizes the flames.

And that's exactly what happened.

Like a sharp sword, the two warplanes flew towards the head of the fluttering dragon lord with flames.

Unable to take care of himself, the dragonlord's round mouth and beard-like tentacles were unguarded, and the flames rushed straight into his eyes.

Boom ————————————————————

A strong explosion mixed with a light that seemed to break through the plane quickly dispersed from the body of the Lord of the Owl Dragons in front of him.

This sudden and violent change made Yan Ling and Zhou Zhifeng have to close their eyes tightly and temporarily avoid the damage to their bodies.

I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like it was nearly fifteen minutes.

The light and the roar finally dissipated.

After hesitating for nearly a minute, Yan Ling opened his eyes and re-observed the form in front of him.

The warplanes, the flames, the wings, the tentacles, and the massive body of the Lord of the Dragons all ceased to exist at this moment.

I don't know if it fell to the ground or was swallowed by the light, but in front of Yan Ling, except for the clouds that were blown away by its wings just now, there was no trace left.

As if none of this had happened, as if it had not come.

After being stunned for a full three minutes, Yan Ling came back to his senses at the warning sound of the dashboard.

"Tick-tick-tick-"

A continuous long note with the characteristics of the empire, representing danger.

Yan Ling looked down and suddenly realized that there was not much fuel left in his fighter.

It is estimated that there is less than 2%.

However, the intertwined colors of the emerald green and golden of the Lost City in front of him had been completely displayed in front of Yan Ling from behind the clouds.

He never thought that behind the Lord of the Dragons, this sixty-ranked god, there was actually a huge Lost City.

Although the appearance of the city was not presented to him, the golden yellow from the sun and the endless land as green as a grassland were still so desirable.

Without much thought, Yan Ling still manipulated the control stick, causing the fighter to move in the direction of the suspended land of the Lost City.

At the same time, from the thick clouds to his right, a battleplane with a pitch-black body also quickly rushed out and flew towards another direction of the Lost City.

It seems, it's been waiting for a long time.