Chapter 70: Weather Weapons

"Really, are you serious?"

Limeia stared at Joan of Arc in the video with a very serious look and suddenly asked.

If the second princess of England is defeated, it is this naïve idealist who will make Britain lose so much, and Lymea really feels unworthy for her sister.

"Hehe, how do you know if you don't try?"

Joan of Arc smiled gracefully, not taking Lymea's threat lightly.

With her current strength, at least Britain and France cannot threaten her. In other countries, there is naturally an emperor to solve it.

How did you let this madman achieve such a powerful force, if only it were given to me.

Biting her nails, Limea complained about the injustice of God.

If Britain had a floating fleet, a weapon of war at the level of sky supremacy, then France would not dare to make a mistake against them.

The daughter of the country, who was also very speechless about this, directly cut off the video communication.

"Isn't the word speculative?"

The image that came to mind disappeared in an instant, and Joan of Arc said self-deprecatingly.

Although it is acting, it is not all acting, and there is a part of it that is really Joan of Arc's expectations.

Once Joan of Arc was a member of the study school of Yi Yu, after Sherlock Holmes took over, Yi Yu split from provoking the war in the world into two factions, one faction chose to continue to provoke war as a means, and the other faction changed to suppress the war, and the study school to which Joan of Arc belonged belonged to the second type.

"It seems that you still have to rely on the strength of your subordinates to see the truth."

The communication was cut off, and Joan of Arc knew that the other party was ready to make a move, and I was afraid that the two sides would join forces against him.

"Joan of Arc, the enemy's plane has taken to the skies."

Observers began to remind that planes from the aircraft carrier had already taken off, and not surprisingly, a nearby military airfield had also sent fighter jets to this side.

As an air force, the anti-aircraft capability of floating warships is actually relatively weak.

Because the speed of floating warships is not one or two points worse than that of airplanes, the most critical speed of air combat is regrettably weak. In an air battle with fighter jets, I am afraid that I will only be beaten.

After all, the most powerful thing about these floating warships is firepower, and it is not a problem to smash the enemy's positions or even aircraft carriers with a single shot, but it is very difficult to hit a small and flexible target like a fighter.

Fortunately, this has been compensated, just as aircraft carriers rely on carrier-based fighters, floating battleships rely on the Magister Regiment on board.

Relying on these broomstick-mounted magicians to escort them outside, it is impossible for any plane to approach and destroy the heavily protected floating battleship.

"The Herald Magister and the Sky Knights will attack and shoot down all the fighters that are close to the floating fleet. At the same time, order the rest of the Magister to prepare a joint magic to turn this sea into the burial ground of the British Royal Fleet and the French Navy. ”

Command after order came out of his mouth, and Joan of Arc made a-for-tat counterattack against the British and French attacks.

Under the interference of British and French aircraft, even the floating fleet could not withstand a heavy attack on the naval fleets approaching the two countries, and even if it did, the losses of the Magister would be too great.

Joan of Arc naturally wouldn't choose that kind of strenuous play in order to get a breath, anyway, the range of large magic attacks is very wide, and it's almost okay to get around here.

As long as you wait a little time for the Magister Corps to prepare the general's large-scale magic, you can decide the winner in one blow.

A large-scale magic, especially a huge military combined magic, takes a full five minutes just to coordinate the magicians in the Magister Regiment, and this is what these Magus Magicians have been cooperating with all year round.

In the sky, the battle has begun.

On one side are battle mages riding broomsticks and dragons, and on the other side are the Royal Air Force piloting fighter jets made of steel.

"Oh God, is this the scene of Harry Potter being filmed?"

The two armies met head-on, and not everyone knew that magic existed, and the British and French fighter pilots cried out in shock.

"Ha Luha, maybe they'll pull out a little wooden stick and gesture at us later......"

On the radio channel, there was the teasing of friendly troops.

"My God, have we crossed over to the realm of magic? Are we going to fly fighter jets in the sky to fight the weirdos flying in the sky on the opposite side with weird broomsticks and dragons? ”

All sorts of exclamations full of surprise came over the radio, and for a moment even the orders of the Air Force command were interrupted.

Today was a day full of surprise for these pilots, who had thought that their enemy was the air force of Great Britain (France) opposite, but they were told before takeoff that their opponent was a floating battleship that had just entered the battlefield.

Originally, in their opinion, the kind of floating battleship that is slow and heavy like a big stupid turtle is not just a target, and you can earn a lot of military merit by going out casually. I didn't expect that after they took off, so many "Harry Potter" appeared in the floating battleship!

A pilot who had just finished watching the "Harry Potter" series of movies yesterday couldn't help but wonder if those weirdos would shoot colorful magic with their wands in their hands. Thinking like this, the driver couldn't help but smile.

As the battle began, the members of the Sky Knights leaned forward and rushed quickly towards the group of fighters flying in.

"33 Wind Elves, turn into chains and capture the enemy!" Magic Archer: Wind Bolt of Discipline'! ”

"69 Thunder Elves gather here!" Magic Archer Bullet 69 Thunder Arrows'! ”

Approaching the incoming group of fighters, the Sky Knights dispersed, surrounding a fighter in groups of three or five, quickly chanting the spell of attack.

"Be careful! Satan is above, what are those beams? Oh God, I was hit! Urgent ......"

A fireball erupted in the air, and the pilot's words were interrupted in the middle of his sentence, apparently unable to escape from the cockpit.

"Damn, the missile's fire control doesn't have the ability to target humans!"

In one of the fighter jets, the pilot in charge of fire control complained angrily.

"Then aim with the naked eye!"

Hearing his complaints, his companions could only give this answer that was not an answer.

Just after that, his wingman was hit by a red beam of light from the enemy, and directly turned into a fireball with black smoke and fell to the ground, and at that speed the pilot obviously could not eject to escape.

"Shoot back, shoot back!"

With a roar, the RAF and the French Air Force, a temporary mixed force, finally showed what it means to be an elite.

"Dada-da-da!"

The cannon roared, and tongues of fire erupted from the fighters' wings.

The bullet storm swept through the sky thousands of meters above, and in the range of less than three thousand meters, more than 10,000 bullets flew in the air every second.

Less than a minute after the battle began, only thirteen of the hundred fighters lifted into the air remained. The battle loss ratio is 87:0.

This battle loss rate had already scared the courage of those staff officers in the headquarters.

It's not that the strength of these air forces is not good, many of them are so-called ace pilots, but their enemies are not the enemy planes they are familiar with.

Moreover, their weapons simply do not do much against those magicians who ride broomsticks.

Missile?

It can't target others at all, and the opponent is even smaller, so if you casually intersperse a missile, it will hit your own person.

Cannons?

This had a bit of an effect, but the moment they hit the other party, a strange cyan circle of light appeared on their bodies, and they directly bounced off the bullets that came from them.

Hit the back, the ace drivers collapsed, this is a torture!

After many friendly planes were shot down, the pilots who were crazy because of the death of their friends even flew the fighters directly to the magicians, trying to kill them by relying on the planes, and they all died together.

But it didn't work, the opponent's flexibility in the sky was much higher than that of a fighter. On the contrary, under the influence of impulse, several fighters were teased and collided with each other.

"The whole army retreated, all anti-aircraft guns were aimed, ready to cover the landing of friendly troops."

The commander in the command finally had no choice but to admit that he had done something stupid, there were not many planes left in the sky that belonged to them, and now only a few of the fighters left in the initial imposing group were still struggling, and in order to avoid greater losses, the commander could only order them to retreat.

"Lord Joan of Arc, the enemy has retreated, did you order a pursuit?"

"No, let them go. Anyway, when the combined magic is ready, none of them can run, so don't spend extra energy. ”

Joan of Arc shook her head and asked the Sky Knights to set up a defensive line outside the fleet, all they needed to do was guard the floating fleet.

"It's a nightmare, God, have you abandoned your people?"

Under the cover of anti-aircraft guns, only six fighters managed to escape back to the airfield, and one of the pilots who survived the death rolled off the fighters with trembling legs and wept with fear.

He is finished, this matter will inevitably leave indelible scars in his heart, and it is impossible for him to go to heaven again.

However, compared to more companions, it is lucky to be able to come back alive and choose to retire and go home to hug their children.

"Report, Joan of Arc, the Magister's combined magic is ready, and the [Thunder and Lightning Storm] can be activated at any time!"

Eleven minutes later, the adjutant turned around excitedly and reported to Joan of Arc.

"Well, let's get started."

Joan of Arc walked to the window, nodded faintly and ordered.

Gathering the combined magic of tens of thousands of magicians, the military large-scale magic [Thunder and Lightning Storm], and the military upgrade of [Thousand Thunders], summoning lightning storms to continuously rain down thunder and storms, destroying all enemies within the attack range.

The sky changed dramatically, and thick dark clouds drifted from nowhere, covering the sun in an instant, and there was not a trace of light.

"Huh? Why is it dark? ”

The first princess, Lymea, and the daughter of the country raised their heads at the same time, looking at the strange sky and wondering.

"Click!"

Lightning swirled through the clouds, and the clouds kept colliding to accumulate more power, and at this time, everyone could tell that there was something wrong with the weather.

A manic storm blew from the sky, and even the warships weighing tens of thousands of tons were blown to the left and right in the sea, and the tall waves crashed against these helpless steel giants again and again, as if to overturn them in one fell swoop.

"No, it's definitely the other party's hands and feet...... If you stay here, I'm afraid you'll die. ”

Limea made a judgment at the first time, and without saying a word, she left the entire army and disappeared from the headquarters.

Thunder and lightning poured down like a torrential rain, and every minute and every second thousands of water tanks of lightning slashed into the British and French armies.

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and the huge steel warship was split in two from the middle, and before it sank, two bolts of lightning slashed down one after another, blowing the warship to pieces.

For ten minutes, the lightning storm lasted for a full ten minutes, and the violent thunder and lightning repeatedly slashed every inch of the ground here dozens of times, and no one could escape alive.

The dark clouds dispersed, and Yang Valley was projected.

I saw that the sea was full of charred corpses, and the dense density almost filled the entire sea surface.

The smell of fishy ozone can be smelled through the wind even from a distance, and the smell of barbecue is disgusting.