Although he was furious, Qin Li's thinking was very clear.

She trusts Asami's abilities from the bottom of her heart, and it is impossible to deceive Asami's eyes by deliberately deceiving them, so the rest of the explanation is very simple: the Americans' magic armor is already so bulky, but it can somehow temporarily counteract the inertia of the armor's movement.

Qin Li didn't know how this system worked, but she was sure that it would devour the spirit of the god who used it.

As long as the enemy is forced to use this system frequently, it will cause continuous suppression of her spirit.

Therefore, the correct way to deal with the battle is to fight with her hand-to-hand, and her spirit will definitely collapse before herself.

But hand-to-hand combat with the steel fists is not easy, it takes great skill and courage.

And now the most important thing Qin Li lacks is courage.

Qin Li gave up the long-range firepower of the armor, leaving only a long knife infused with a magic guide. When the brave wins on a narrow road, Qin Li is determined to use his courage and skills to dance on the fists of the Americans.

She jerked up the power of her armor and rushed towards the Americans who were hovering in place waiting for her to come to her door.

**

William Best hovered over Tokyo in his hulking dive bomber, and now his fighter plane had no bombs on board—no bombs needed for a school firing mission.

Correspondingly, Bester's backseat gunner was removed from the plane and replaced by an artillery shooter, who carried the rank of major, which made Captain Best feel a little uncomfortable.

On the warship and on the ground, you have to endure the class difference brought about by this damn rank, and now that you are flying into the sky, you have to continue to endure it. Fortunately, the new passenger of Best did not talk much, and he kept looking outside the cockpit with a telescope except for the bare minimum commands.

In order to give the shooter a better view, Best tilted the fuselage and used the strange-looking castle in the Japanese city as the central axis, allowing the fighter planes to circle around it. At the pre-war mission briefing, the Raider's mission officer pointed to the photo and explained that the castle-like thing was the residence of the Japanese emperor, although the emperor was probably no longer there.

Baester stared at the castle that looked like several trapezoids stacked on top of each other, and he admitted that he was a little more interested in the thing on the ground than in the battle of the beautiful ladies in the sky.

This is probably the power of the so-called curiosity, Best has served in the fleet for so many years, and has long been accustomed to seeing those magic armor. For Best, the real fights are no different from the usual girls' drills - anyway, the old men who fly the planes are only for the sake of watching the fun.

And the strange-looking castle was full of novelty and unknown in Baester's eyes, and he must find a chance to visit it when the war is over, and maybe pick up some things used by the Japanese emperor from the ruins as a souvenir. However, this country is so short-lived, probably there are no particularly ancient and precious things in the palace to pick up.

At this time, the major in the back seat suddenly muttered, "God." ”

"What?" Best hesitated for a moment and added, "Sir? ”

"Look at ten o'clock."

Baester immediately turned his head to look in the direction of ten o'clock, and it took him little effort to find what the Major wanted him to see.

The two gods were fighting in close proximity, and the dazzling high-speed moves immediately attracted Bester's attention. The Navy fleet has always had a tradition of boxing matches, and it is a favorite weekend activity for naval soldiers to send boxers to fight it out and then gamble hard.

Although these boxing matches are generally the domain of strong men in the main artillery department of battleships who need to do a lot of heavy work, this does not prevent the "weak" pilot from being obsessed with the sport.

In Best Best's opinion, the two gods were engaged in a hearty attack, and the momentum that did not give in to each other passed through the thick glass hatch of the fighter plane from such a long distance, radiating to Bester's body, making his blood boil.

"It's so intense." The major in the back seat muttered, "And it's so strong, ordinary people are probably caught up in the aftermath of the battle." ”

Best couldn't help but nod.

As early as the days of flight cadets, the instructor taught Baester over and over again not to be involved in the mutual beating of the gods. When the gods bombarded each other, they would emit a huge amount of energy waves around them, and the intensity might even cause mental pressure to ordinary people. If the battle takes place on the ground, the area of battle will be completely destroyed, and when they are engaged in the air, the planes flying near them are likely to be affected, causing mechanical failures or worse.

During the last war, there was a case of a passing fighter being broken during a fight between gods.

Of course, at that time, the skin of the fighter was still cloth, and the skeleton also had a lot of wood, which was not the same as the fighter piloted by Best now in terms of strength.

Best adjusted the course and cut into the circling line around the "battlefield" of the two gods, and the major did not say anything about Best's behavior of adjusting the flight path without permission, and he seemed to be happy to see it clearly.

"It looks like the Japanese have the upper hand." The major said suddenly.

"Well, it's true that the Japanese took the initiative in the scene, but this initiative is actually fake, because as soon as the Japanese are touched, the winner is determined - uh, I don't know what the battle between the gods and queens is about, so it's just my personal ......"

"It's all right, Captain, I agree with you, the Japanese only have one chance to make a mistake, and she has to tense every nerve. But...... This courage is truly admirable. ”

"Yes, even though it is an enemy, it is also worthy of admiration. Wait a minute," the Major paused, "and it looks like our Miss Shinki admires her enemy too, and she can be heard shouting in the Wizard Communication, 'This enemy is great, don't take it from me.'" ”

Best couldn't help but smile.

"How do you feel that is our Miss Brute......"

"Wild Bull" is the nickname given by the Navy soldiers to Luna, the resident god of the Pacific Fleet, and she herself seems to like the way this nickname looks.

"It's her, I've had the pleasure of seeing that armor once before......"

Before the major's voice fell, a beam of light pierced the sky, accurately passing through the Japanese god and hitting the magic armor of the "Wild Bull".

"Where did this come from......"

Before Best's exclamation came out, the major's voice came through the inner line: "Shining from our right side!" The emitter is on the ground! ”

Best stepped on the rudder and pulled the joystick, forcibly twisting the fighter to the right, and the moment before the edge of the cockpit blocked the view, he glanced at the wild bull in the distance - fortunately, it didn't look like he was mortally injured.

Best then turned his head and searched the ground with the Major.

His pilot's good eye caught something almost immediately.

"I saw a big guy witling on the ground! On the road next to that river! ”

"Oh yes, I saw it too. This must be the fourth god with a cold gun that we were asked to find on the fleet's radio just now, take control of your plane and make sure I can see it, Captain! ”

"Yes!"

Best gripped the joystick, and he glanced back to see the Major looking at the map in his hand for the coordinates of the block where the thing was.

Soon, Best heard the sound of the major announcing the coordinates from the inner line.

At the same time, the sides of the road that the thing was using were spewing out large clouds of smoke.

"It's blocked by smoke, Major!"

"It doesn't matter, the first round of shelling is coming soon, and the dust in the sky will obscure the view more than the smoke later. We just need to catch it as soon as it's out of the smoke and dust! ”

As he spoke, Best heard the whistling of cannonballs tearing through the air.

He subconsciously wanted to pull up the nose of the plane to avoid the imaginary "cannonball ray", but in the end he still suppressed the unconscious movements of his body.

The next moment, a pillar of dust rose into the sky, as if a mud fountain had opened out of thin air on the earth.

Heavy shells fell one after another, blowing up one dust cloud after another, and when viewed from the air, it was like a string of hemorrhoids suddenly growing on the ground.

Sure enough, just as the major said, the effect of the Japanese on whether to release smoke or not was actually about the same, and after the shelling, the entire ground was blocked by smoke and dust, and nothing could be seen.

But the same goes for the corresponding enemy, if it is really the big guy who sniped the magic cannon, it must leave the range of smoke and dust to continue sniping.

Best widened his eyes and searched the ground carefully.

Suddenly, he saw two Japanese warriors' magic armor flying desperately in his direction.

Senhime's magic armor can't fly as high as Baster, but they can rise to the limit and attack Basterter with their energy weapons—if they are too far away, Senji's energy weapons are so scattered that they can't shoot accurately.

"Major, we're climbing!"

"Wait a minute, I see that thing!" The major shouted, "Keep flying as you are, I'm going to inform the fleet of its coordinates!" ”

Best gritted his teeth—he wanted to disobey, but at the thought that that thing might once again threaten the fleet's darling, the brute, he could only settle down and hold on to the joystick to keep flying.

He looked back at the two Warriors again, and at this moment a pair of American Warriors flew over and attacked the Japanese Warriors.

Best saw a Japanese armor hit directly, and the course began to bend visibly downward, while the other Japanese warrior raised his weapon.

The Major's voice could be heard on the inside, and he was still reporting the coordinates.

Best directly opened his cockpit canopy, and his seat belt was generally only buckled once, and it was opened in an emergency.

The moment Best jumped out of the cabin, the beam of light swept directly over Bester's landline.

Obviously, the distance of the Japanese was not very sufficient, and the short beam irradiation only made the fighter's air-cooled engine instantly overheat and start to ignite.

"Major! Skydive! ”

Best pulled out his parachute and shouted at the fighter jet that was instantly away from him.

He saw the Major open the hatch of the back seat.

At this time, the second irradiation of the Japanese war queen swept over. This time the illumination lasted for two seconds, and the entire plane of Best turned into a ball of fire, and the poor major also became a burning man in the cockpit.

"Damn! Bastard! Best kept yelling at the Japanese war princess.

At this time, the second round of shelling of the battleship fell from the sky.

"Well fried! Fry it hard! Best waved his hands and feet and shouted loudly to the ground.