The sea is sparkling and calm, and the sun is half-high and dazzling golden. However, this peaceful scene only occupies a corner of the sea, and there is more killing and fear under this square sky.

The empty ship of the Bishop Luna Kuz had not disappeared into the whirlpool below, and the Bajaro Magister had also suffered the same heavy damage from above, causing the people on the three ships in front of them to scream and panic again.

"Immer Zero, slow down, step steady!" The garrison general only felt the wave of air that shook his air ship "Archbishop of Milan" up and down, and he had no time to poke his head out of the cabin to look at it.

Generally speaking, the higher the position, the better the view, and an air ship like the Archbishop of Milan has a second deck - which, to be easy to understand, is like the lower deck of the regular aircraft carrier Kaga. And in the speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour, the strong wind in the upper stage is difficult for ordinary people to accept.

The location of the cabin where the new commander and the overseer of the Western Expeditionary Army were located was unfortunately located in the ship, which was separated from the second deck by a wall. As for where Imbizero, he wants to go in a hurry? If you think about it, you have to run for your life.

The Archbishop of Milan is an innovative addition to the bilge with a hatch for Wyvern Knights to enter and exit. From the moment the Bishop of Réucuz completely sank, the garrison general and priest Symbizeroo began to frantically descend the stairs from floor to floor, even jumping down the stairs - what inscribed the name on the empty ship of the future, what plucked the peach of Eufer Mondridge, what monopolized the luxury distribution chain of the Otherworldly, was now not as heavy and real as their lives.

"Target hole three, look around the camera is completed, drop the bomb."

After unlocking the action, the J-16 fuselage was light and pulled up suddenly. The third empty ship under the bomb, the Archbishop Lavramo Karucci, also shook almost violently in the firelight, and then began to lose buoyancy.

Ignoring the foreseeable consequences of jumping to death at a height of 100 meters, many passengers lost their minds and opened their portholes and jumped out. In just a few minutes, the Bishop Lunacuz had been lost in the whirlpool, the Bajaro Magister had made a huge splash, and the third and penultimate empty ship, the Archbishop Lavramo Carucci, was inevitably about to turn into a wooden frame on which Coral climbed - perhaps from now on, a 32,768-degree turn into the water would have a chance of survival.

"It's spectacular." After dropping the bomb, the hovering J-16 long plane was pulled up and returned to its designated position, while the wingman's backseat weapon operator was intently looking at the picture in the viewfinder. The whole ship was painted in a variety of colors, and the turtle-backed empty ship, which should have floated above the clouds as a matter of course, had already fallen sharply downward, slamming into the calm sea. At this moment, the weapon operator jerked the button of the onboard camera.

"By my point, these five boats may not be worth more than this picture, are they? Our female photographer? ”

"That's right." As soon as the wingman weapon operator flicked the switch, eight bombs rained down from the fuselage -- a backup bomb for the long plane in case it was unable to carry out the bombing mission. "I always felt that it was not worth destroying such beautiful works of art at sea."

"What do you mean, young lady, to use your charm to capture it and make it serve the people of Elta?"

"No," the two planes quickly overtook the last two remaining empty ships, quickly seized a good camera position and began to circle. "I think it's easier to sink it on land, so I might as well leave some ruins."

The J-16 group of aircraft strolling around is casting the shadow of death on the last two empty ships little by little. However, even on the Archbishop of Milan, which has a bilge "hangar", the hope of escape is becoming more and more slim.

"Hack! Don't you all want to live?! Imibizero's finally got down to the bilge, but the sight in the cabin made him a little devastated. In order to maintain the stable operation of the upper magic array, the empty ship could only be controlled with a very small acceleration once it began to operate. However, the damn hatch can only be opened at low speed, so that the high-speed wind will not easily blow the iron leaf of the bilge away. And the Archbishop of Milan, which was still running at full speed, was obviously unable to open this door, and the Forbidden Spell Research Society, which was developing all this, probably did not expect such an end for the air ships that were rampaging the world - so now there was no imaginary escape route in front of Imbizero, the new commander of the Western Expeditionary Army, and their guards, only the people who were frantically trying to cut a way out of the wooden door with their swords.

"Lord Priest!" The flying dragoons, who knew that eighty percent of them would not be able to escape, looked bleak, "As long as the empty ship is still at this speed, that damn iron baffle will be horizontal in the middle of the door, and it may not be too late to cut this damn plank!" ”

"Damn the Forbidden Spell Society, you can't use this thing when you come up with it, what's the use of you?" Imbizero's wand was exposed in his sleeve, and despite the rule that "offensive magic is not to be used on the ship", whispering and shaking his hand was a shield splitting technique.

The bottom of the ship, which was similar to the hardness of the shield, was immediately torn apart by the effect of magic, and the Wyvern Cavalry, who were still stepping on the door, were shocked but couldn't help but look happy: there was finally a way to live.

"Get out of the way!" Priest Imi shouted at Zero, and the wyvern, bewildered dragoons by the hatch, immediately recognized and made way for a way. The cracked, thick planks had not yet really disintegrated, but there was an even greater tremor from the rear—of course, everyone knew that the penultimate empty ship, the Archbishop Dumisugpi, must have been more than lucky.

The people in desperation immediately began to help Imibizero. In a matter of seconds, the three-man wide hatch opened, and fresh air poured in—and even the wyvern, who had been silent with its master, began to shout loudly, as if to sing the praises of freedom and new life that was to come.

"Huh? Let me get out first! ”

"Euracisia! Your own mother let O daddy O? What am I doing squeezing your dad?! ”

"Who squeezed out my shoes?"

"Who's going to pull me? Feed! Don't step on me! No......"

Someone's voice fell into the empty ship in the midst of the quarrel and the wind, and then faded away little by little. And Imi Bizerol and his party had already used the power of the instant decision and the current position of the commander of the Western Expeditionary Army to coerce them to leave the ship first, leaving the passengers who were scrambling for the flying dragons and knights, and the flying dragoons who were competing for the order of going out.

"Drop the height! Fast! "Imibizero's qualification is a Wyvern rider, and the Wyvern under him is his proud mount of the best breed - in Lancas, the best breed Wyvern represents status. Ordinary magicians and church officials may be the most ordinary Wyverns who bought the products produced by the country of Shanyun and shipped to the Kuril Islands, but only the eunuchs and prominent children of Ofe Mondridge and Immibizero, that is, the "Chosen One" in the social system of the Bilunar Church, can choose the "Chosen One" who is also from the country where the Wyvern is produced...... If it is insisted on being linked to the famous car on the other side of the portal, this Wyvern can probably be compared to the limited edition of Aston Martin and Lamborghini.

There are some groups of flying dragons in the back who can't keep up with his footsteps, which is probably the level of Infiniti. Imibizero's mastery was just as good - he could tell the position of the flock of iron birds flying under the clouds at a glance.

Of course, Imibizero, not content with a "glance", but stared intently at these graceful killing machines, while controlling the reins in his hand to allow the wyvern to obey his orders and quickly descend in height.

The moment the Iron Bird whistled and swirled to smash the air, time almost stopped. The beauty of such an iron bird made Amibizerol realize in an instant that his mount was so rudimentary, almost like rotten meat.

"Look......," Imibizerol muttered to himself. The iron bird in his eyes deftly turned under the pressure of the wind, and flew in a circle around the descending Archbishop Dumisugpi, which was already torn apart in the air, and its posture was even more fascinating than that of the elves flying through the wind. "Is that God, the power of God? ……”

"Our plane has found that the biggest target is releasing the Wyvern Knight, which may threaten the flight of the fleet, is it cleared?"

The long machine weapon operator on the cloud smiled helplessly. To say that the Wyvern Knight, who is too stupid to keep up with the flying ship, can still "threaten to fly", except that the pilot himself does not have a long eye to collide, what else can there be?

"Permission."

Imabizero's height was soon reduced to about sea level—even if he turned his head a hundred and eighty degrees and his eyes were perpendicular to the sky, his companions and the god-made steel warhawks could no longer see a shadow at all, but the roar was ...... Wait, roar?!

Rumibzero, the new superintendent of the Western Expeditionary Army, immediately loosened his reins and turned his head to see that a steel warhawk flying in the air behind was shooting thin lines of fire from his shoulders, and at the same time a low roar erupted. The line of fire gradually turned into a flaming whip in the air, sweeping away his staff and guards, as well as his poor best friend.

At the same time, the dome of the Archbishop of Milan, which cast a huge projection in the sky, also burst into brilliant flashes.

Imbizerol didn't see what was going on, and as he witnessed the whip tear apart one of his comrades, his keen subconscious reminded him to press down on one of the reins and prepare to hold his breath.

His flying dragon itself is a species of Qingqi, a water dragon species that can sneak in the sea. Diving into the water, Imibizeroro could only feel the coldness of the water and the wonderful sight of sunlight casting overhead.

He looked down at the deep sea—would it be better to go to the bottom of the sea now, and completely cut off the failed self? You don't have to think about it, but when he looks up and breathes, the Archbishop of Milan must have turned into a whirlpool on the sea.