When Yan Ling and his nearly 100 subordinate planes soared into the sky, he finally felt that the sky that belonged to him was close at hand, as if he could touch it with his hand.

But he knew very well that as the height increased, the buildings and armies in front of him, which were gradually becoming smaller, finally dissipated into a thick fog.

When the little emperor and his followers, nearly a hundred of his soldiers, all of whom stepped neatly into the Dragon Gate without exception, Yan Ling immediately summoned all the members of the Sky Army to take the plane, and flew straight into the sky in front of the remaining officials and reporters from the imperial capital.

However, originally Yan Ling thought that after the Dragon Gate was opened, the area in the eastern part of the sky that shone slightly reddish should be the Lost City.

But it was only when he piloted the plane in that direction that he really felt his insignificance and ignorance.

At this time, Yan Ling is in a fantasy and dreamy situation.

The main tone here is white clouds, but the blue sky above still seems so far away.

If the clouds here were replaced by mountains in the midst of mysterious canyons on the ground, it would not seem very inconsistent. In such a mountain range of clouds, Yan Ling has always had the feeling that he is like a small bird, exploring the last mystery that belongs to the sky.

Tick, tick!

A rapid sound interrupted Yan Ling, who was fantasizing about the plane, and he had to stop exploring the psychedelic scenery around him and return to reality instead.

"What's wrong?, is there news from behind?" Yan Ling asked loudly.

At this time, the all-steel imperial fighter plane piloted by Yan Ling was already at an altitude of nearly 10,000 meters. The sound of the air current, combined with the roar of the tail of the aircraft, forced him to increase his voice in order to convey the message correctly.

Although in his cramped cockpit, there were only two people, him and his assistant in the back seat.

"Captain, the Magic Source Force Magnet Disk seems to have found an unknown signal in the northeast direction. The assistant behind him said, handing Yan Ling a magnet plate with grid lines to Yan Ling. The magnet was covered with grid lines, more than sixty centimeters long and forty centimeters wide. Among them, through the guidance of the magic source force, from time to time there is a straight line doing regular circular movements.

In the area after the straight line sweep, the exact location of the Flame Commander and his Sky Army is shown in green. It looks like there are almost a hundred of them. However, the two crimson dots marked by the magnet plate in the northeast are showing irregular movements, approaching in the direction of Yanling.

"I don't look at it, you take it back and explain more to me. Just know a little bit, and there must be no accidents in the tasks assigned to us by His Majesty. Yan Ling continued to speak loudly, but slightly adjusted the position of the operating stick, slightly shifting the overall direction of the plane to the west.

But such minor adjustments and deviations didn't seem to make much difference, and they were still in a position in the middle of the endless clouds and mountains, the sun overhead was completely obscured by it, and the blue through the clouds did not provide them with any information about the Lost City.

"There are two UFOs on the Magic Source Force Magnet Disk, and there are two UFOs heading towards our group. As you know, Captain, although our air force is said to be the first formed air force in the entire world, it is not as good as the scattered planes of some western countries. In addition to the steel planes in front of us that are equipped with weapons, many of the planes in the back are just capable of taking people to the Lost City. The assistant analyzed, and helped himself with the somewhat uncomfortable steel helmet and the mask that was characteristic of them.

"Zhou Zhifeng, you are always paying attention to the movement of the magnet disk now, if those two unknown objects are close, I will command the aircraft that can fight in front of you into battle. Our planes are the most advanced in this empire, and if they are really rebels' planes, just two, it would be nice to not be buried in the clouds. Yan Ling said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, stretching out his index finger towards a blue button in an inconspicuous corner on the side and pressing it gently.

In the roaring sound, the subtle mechanical sound originally emitted by the press was also completely muffled, but then on the right hand side of the aircraft control board, an area of not big or small, covered with several strange buttons, rose.

Without hesitation, Yan Ling pressed hard towards one of the glowing green buttons.

A few seconds later, to the left of his central joystick, a small, delicate microphone slowly rose.

This is the microphone that has gradually become popular in the empire in the last decade or so, and even only in the last few years.

When it was first invented, it was only intended to spread the sound of the vicinity into the crowd, so that everyone involved in a certain activity could hear the command or opinion of the owner of the voice.

Naturally, it was convenient for the royal family, or even the emperor alone.

But the little emperor of the Flame Empire had never really used the microphone as a weapon, and he didn't need to attend too many public occasions before he came into contact with the power of the Twenty-Four Flame Gods, so naturally he didn't need to. However, after he accepted this power, his own voice relying on the power of the demon source was enough to transmit to any corner of the imperial capital.

Except for Long Qing, who used it once a few days ago when he announced the great Long Qing to the people of the imperial capital on the airship, he had never touched this thing again.

But Yan Ling is different, he does not surpass the demonic power of the gods, and similarly, although he is a nobleman, he is not a solid supporter of demonic power.

When he went to study at the First Military Academy of Cotin, in the Middle Empire, seven years ago, he already had a deep admiration for the power of machinery.

He knows very well that if human beings are living in a new era, then the magic source power that represents magic will be the product of the old era that is not very useful, and the new era will inevitably abandon the useless magic source power and leave behind those technologies that are enough to allow human beings to transcend the universe.

Therefore, he resolutely chose the air force major that had only been established in the Central Empire for a short time, and became the first person in the empire to have the ability to form an empty army.

However, this identity has been concealed by him, until the mysterious death of the Emperor of the Empire and the succession of the Little Emperor, he took advantage of the chaos of the Central Empire to return to the Empire in a hurry, and successively served as an important position in the old and new guards of the Empire.

After thinking about it for less than three minutes, Yan Ling chose to align the microphone as closely as possible at the position of the special mask in order to maximize the message.

"Attention all soldiers of the Imperial Sky Army, all soldiers of the Imperial Sky Army. Yan Ling first tentatively shouted two sentences.

His voice is transmitted through wireless energy formed by machinery and magnets, but at the same time is also emitted outside the aircraft to achieve the best results.

"There is a UFO in the northeast of the team, in order to ensure the safety of the whole team. Pilots who are flying steel fighters and carrying weapons should control the aircraft to the front of the main engine for protection, and other aircraft carrying important items and personnel should fly as far back as possible. No more repeats. As soon as Yan Ling's words were finished, he clearly felt that the roaring sound around him seemed to be more intense than just now, and those pilots who were manipulating red steel bodies drove the planes in front of him in a very short time, setting up a formation like geese flying, protecting him and the planes behind him.

In fact, in addition to the dozen or so combat planes in the front row painted with copper thick paint and printed with the flame-like flag of the Burning Empire, there are more than 80 planes behind them that only have transportation functions, only the fuselage and tail made of wood, which are then made by intricate metal wires, and finally covered with glue-coated cloth, making them look like they can barely maintain the image of the Empire.

If it weren't for the fact that other countries did not have such an empty army, and that no other planes had ever set foot in the skies above the Flame Empire, it would not have been possible for the Empire to entrust such an important task of opening the Lost City to such an unrefined and imperfect team.

But under the altitude of 10,000 meters, no matter whether it is simple or not, the empty army carrying the desires and dreams of the little emperor has been driving for more than half an hour, and it is still in a stable state.

Looking at the formation wrapped in a group of planes, Yan Ling's heart was filled with an inexplicable sense of security and satisfaction. The intriguing smile on the corner of his mouth did not disappear, but became thicker and more obvious on his face.

After nodding, Yan Ling darkened the dark blue jewel-like buttons among the buttons.

Instantly, the microphone on his left hand was mechanically fed underneath, and the square area on his right, which carried a number of buttons, was also covered by a layer of steel plates.

But in front of his pilot, there was an extra round sight.

Along with the sights, a new machine gun was raised from the nose of the aircraft.

"Captain, this thing has never been used in the air, is it reliable?" Looking at the new machine gun, Zhou Zhifeng asked with doubts.

"It's unreliable or not, and I don't know until I really use it. After all, we were the first people to eat crabs, and even if we were cut by crabs for His Majesty, it was a great achievement worthy of praise. Yan Ling said philosophical words that didn't fit his personality well.

Just as Zhou Zhifeng was once again paying serious attention to the movements of the UFOs on the magnet disk, and the air army of Yan Ling was moving rapidly in the direction predetermined on the ground, another violent prompt sound came from him and the other planes equipped with the magnet disk almost at the same moment.

Tick –

Tick –

Tick tick, tick –

The repetitive long syllables combined with the interlaced prompts of the short syllables instantly attracted everyone's attention.

When they took out the magnet disk and placed it on the control in front of them or on their legs, they all let out the ultimate cheering sounds.

"Captain, the Lost City has appeared!" Zhou Zhifeng also cheered loudly.

At the top of the magnet disk, a golden circle appeared that was larger than their planes combined.

This is a hint of belonging to the Lost City.

However, before Yan Ling's words of cheer could be spoken, in front of him, a pitch-black fighter plane that appeared at some unknown point was rapidly avoiding the plane protecting him in front of him, and attacked the main engine of his captain.