Anti-aircraft artillery roared, high heat rushed out of the heat dissipation grid, snow evaporated by heat flow, steam and smoke were enveloped in the blizzard, and blinding beams and shell trails tore through the chaotic sky again and again, and a net of fire was opened in the low-hanging clouds and blizzards—countless shadows were fighting in the flash of the net.

Flesh and blood and steel machines, flying knights and modern soldiers armed with magic technology, this scene seems to have two eras in the sky fiercely collided, and the sparks and debris generated by the collision scattered and exploded, melting into the roar of the blizzard.

Images from the sky came from the external monitors above the carriage, and Maryland looked at the tragic scene with a grim face—he had seen this collision, this violent conflict like a change of times, except that the last collision had occurred on the ground, and this time it ...... Happens in the sky.

"Sir! Those Typhonians are not normal! The observer shouted and reported, "It looks like they can be resurrected!" And it's far tougher than the guys we've met before! ”

"If you can resurrect, kill a few more times, if you are too strong, concentrate your firepower, all anti-aircraft artillery firepower, and take out those individual missile launchers - flesh and blood are always more fragile than machines!" Maryland stood on the podium and ordered in a calm and loud voice, "How long do we have before we break out of this blizzard?" ”

"Sir!" Another communications officer in charge of liaising with the air force immediately shouted, "The high-altitude reconnaissance plane reports that this blizzard has been following us all this time - we are always in the center of it!" ”

"Damn it...... This is really the ......ghost of the Typhons," Maryland cursed in a low voice, his eyes looked at the window on the side, through the reinforced crystal glass and the thick shield, he saw that the Iron Scepter armored train escorting the side was firing in full swing, and the small batteries set on the roof and on both sides of some sections were constantly strafing the sky, and suddenly, a huge fireball fell from the sky and smashed the shield on the top of the train, followed by three fireballs in a row - the shield appeared in a flash of violent flickering, The next moment the gap closed again, a fireball had pierced through the shield and hit the hull.

The fireball erupted with a blinding glow from the roof of the Iron Scepter, a loud roar and a cacophony of metal tearing and twisting, an anti-aircraft gun and a large piece of armor broke away from the hull in the explosion, flames and smoke rose up in the middle of the armored train, and between the broken armor plates, Maryland could see that the train's damage management team was rapidly extinguishing the spreading flames.

Some of the enemies are close enough to attack the armored train, indicating that the dragoon squadron in the sky is in a bitter battle and is no longer able to intercept all the enemies.

This eerie blizzard is obviously more than just obscuring vision and interfering with flight.

"I'm afraid this is a 'miracle' level magic ......" Maryland gritted his teeth and looked at the adjutant on the side, "When will the reinforcements from the Shadow Swamp arrive?" ”

"The special operations formation took off a few minutes ago, but the weather conditions are too bad for me to know when they will arrive," the adjutant quickly reported, "In addition, I just observed that the area of the blizzard has expanded again......"

Before the adjutant's words fell, a blinding flash suddenly erupted outside the car window, and Maryland saw a blazing fireball falling from the sky in the distance, the fireball shone with a pale blue halo of magical energy, and among the raging flames, the twisted cockpit and dragon wing structure could still be discerned - the remaining power was still working, it slowly descended in the blizzard, but the speed of the fall became faster and faster, and finally it hit the mountain beam on the east side, producing a violent explosion in the gray sky.

The pilots of the dragoons were equipped with emergency escape devices, and their special "armor" was embedded with small weight-loss runes and wind elemental blessing mods, and the pilots of that aircraft may have escaped from the airframe in advance, but their chances of survival in this terrible blizzard were slim.

And at the same time as the flying machine fell, the torn remains of griffin knights or battle mages continued to fall from the sky.

Maryland watched as he watched, but soon withdrew his gaze and continued to calmly command the massive war machine beside him to face the enemy in the blizzard.

This level of "miracle" magic cannot be released instantly, and such a large-scale air force also needs a certain amount of time to mobilize and run-in, as well as the early intelligence investigation and the selection and judgment of the ambush site, all of which must be the result of detailed planning - Typhon has probably been planning this attack for a long time.

Obviously, the "steel propulsion" of the armored train really put a huge strain on them, which is why they will do so much to destroy these war machines.

The loud sound of the magic cannon continued to sound, even across the barrier, the continuous low roar still echoed in the carriages of the tactical section, two armored trains sped through the mountains against the strong wind, and the anti-aircraft artillery swept more wreckage from the air from time to time, and this process lasted for an unknown amount of time, and on the edge of this blizzard, in the direction of the Shadow Swamp, a formation of dragoons with black paint was flying at full speed.

The clouds in front of them showed an obviously abnormal iron-gray hue, which was beyond the scope of normal "dark clouds", but more like a solid mass of iron slowly rotating in the sky, and the fierce hurricane carried the blizzard howling in the distance, which was a daunting sight - if it were not for the special shields of the dragoon fighters and the enchantment technology of the wind elemental, this extremely bad weather would definitely not be suitable for any flight mission.

The black-clad dragoon formation did not slow down or hesitate in the face of this terrible celestial phenomenon, and after a slight increase in altitude, they rushed more straight towards the area where the storm had gathered, like a carnival.

Inside the aircraft that served as the captain, a female pilot with short black hair clutched the joystick in her hand, staring at the approaching wall of clouds in front of her, her eyes narrowed slightly, but the corners of her mouth turned upward.

The wingman's voice came over the communicator next to the console: "Captain, we're about to enter the storm!" ”

"See, see, see!" The short-haired woman grinned with excitement on her face, "Wuhu—this thing is much more energetic than that little breeze in simulation training!" ”

"Pull it all in!" The pilot, who was working as a mechanic, shouted behind her, "Fifteen seconds into the blizzard range!" ”

The short-haired woman opened the team's comms and shouted, "Girls and boys! Let's go in and dance! It's all widening your eyes - those who have strayed and lost their way will find a hill to die on their own, and don't come back! ”

In the next second, there was an excited cheer from the communicator: "wuhu-"

……

Another flying machine was engulfed in flames in the distance, a blazing fireball tumbling in the wind and slowly sliding down the ridge in the distance, and before the fireball burst into flames, two faint figures jumped out of the thing's cockpit and fell like fallen leaves in the blizzard.

Cremont stood aloft, indifferently watching the scene, not choosing to make up for the final blow - this was his moral code as a nobleman.

He knew that the era of traditional aristocracy and chivalry was over, that war now seemed to be a more unscrupulous thing, and that his persistence had long since become the laughing stock of many people - but laugh and let them laugh, for him, that glorious era was not over, and it would only really end when the end of life came.

What's more, falling into such a terrible blizzard, it is unlikely that those who escaped from the flying machine will survive a few.

The cold wind howled in all directions, the fire of the explosion and the pungent smell filled all senses, and he couldn't help but frown as he looked around at the battlefield around him.

No one had ever imagined such a sight before today;

Before today, no human nation could sustain this kind of air power;

For the first time, he knew that the sky could be such a tragic battlefield, that a huge army could fight so far from the earth, that a three-dimensional conflict dominated the battle, and that what was revealed behind the battle made the Typhon nobleman feel his nerves tremble slightly.

The Cecilians had mass-produced flying machines, and Typhon had mass-produced transcendents and miracles, two separate lines of development, and when they accidentally converged, the entire history of mankind would have to leave enough chapters to note them.

Clemmont was surrounded by the power of wind, thunder, lightning and frost and flame, and the surging elemental vortex draped behind him like huge wings, which was a powerful feeling he had never felt under normal circumstances, and under the endless supply of mana, he had lost count of how many times he had unleashed enough large-scale spells to drain himself - the number of enemies was decreasing, and the number of allies was decreasing, and this attrition was worth it after all, the air power of the Cecil people had a gap, and now, Several of the teams on the assault mission were already able to cast powerful spells on the two columns of mobile fortresses.

As it turns out, the formidable steel monsters aren't so invulnerable.

“…… Air power may become the key to the situation of the war, and the overall combat on the ground and in the sky may be a certain trend......"

Clemmont opened his hands to meet the Cecil's anti-aircraft barrage, his powerful shield fended off several supposedly fatal damages, he locked onto a flying machine and began to try to disrupt the opponent's energy circulation, while at the same time, he also activated a powerful teleportation spell, reporting what he saw in the teleportation as if he were talking to himself—the blizzard did not affect the effect of the teleportation, but greatly increased the distance of each battlemage.

“…… Flying units can't survive in air combat for too long, even if they have three lives......

"Griffin Knight and mid-tier battle mages are consumables here...... A lot of people were knocked down by anti-aircraft fire from the ground......

“…… The bright light from the ground had a big impact...... Light not only exposes us, but also disrupts the perception of sight and space...... It's just as effective as a weapon......"

The anti-gravity ring of the flying machine in the distance suddenly erupted in a series of flashes, and the entire mechize shook unsteadily, and Crémont's eyes narrowed slightly, realizing that he had successfully interfered with the power mechanism of the thing.

Based on what we have just observed, the next thing that machine will do is divert most of its energy to a malfunctioning anti-gravity device to sustain flight, which will cause it to become a living target floating in the air.

Clemmont raised his hands high, and a powerful arc of electricity formed in his hands, but before he was about to unleash this deadly attack, a low buzzing sound suddenly approached the side at an extremely high speed, and the huge sense of crisis made him instantly change the direction of the arc release, and while swinging it to the side, he violently agitated the invisible magic and quickly left the place.

A dense barrage of arcane bullets swept over where he had just stood.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, Clemmont turned his head to look in the direction of the attack, and was shocked to see a flying machine with a pure black livery and a wider dragon wing device appear in his field of vision.

Immediately after, he noticed more of these flying machines emerging from the distant clouds - one after the other, menacing!

Is it the air support of the Cecils ?!

"Enemy support has arrived!" He immediately shouted a warning during the teleportation, "Watch out for those black guys, their attacks are more ferocious!"

"Hurry up and attack the team to take out the Cecil's train - the Griffon Knights will do whatever it takes to provide cover!"

The moment before, the dragoon formation had fallen into a huge disadvantage, the Typhonians whose combat strength had been unprecedentedly strengthened and the harsh blizzard environment around them had shot down one fighter plane after another, and the armored train on the ground seemed to be in danger, and at this moment, the sudden appearance of reinforcements finally stopped the situation from sliding in a worse direction - the new black flying machines quickly joined the battle and began to fight to the death against the Typhonians who had fallen into madness.

In the midst of the whirring barrage and rays, Clemmont held up a powerful shield, and while constantly changing his flight trajectory to widen the distance between himself and the black flying machines, he kept looking back and unleashing a wide range of arcs to weaken the opponent's defenses, and several times, he felt like he was brushing shoulders with the Grim Reaper - although he had theoretically had three chances to play with the Grim Reaper, he didn't want to waste any life here if he didn't have a choice.

Because it only takes one death to pay the price of the "miracle".

There was a black fighter plane that seemed to identify him as the commander of this army, and he had been biting hard, and Crémont didn't know how long he had been entangled with the other party, and finally, under the continuous attrition and chase, he seized an opportunity.

He rushed into the clouds, and under the cover of the clouds, he quickly created a large area of floating magic balls, and then without hesitation pierced the clouds from the other direction, and what happened after that was just as he expected: the black flying machine followed without hesitation, and the next second, the continuous flash of explosion tore through the iron-gray cloud.

Cremont stood still in the air, staring in the direction of the explosion, and in the smoke and firelight, he saw the black shadow rushing out crookedly—it was so tattered that it seemed to barely be able to maintain its flight posture.

"Goodbye." He whispered, and without hesitation, he raised his hand and waved it down, and a powerful arc of lightning suddenly crossed the long distance, tearing the flying machine to shreds.

Without hesitation, Cremont turned around and prepared to go to the aid of his comrades, who were already in a difficult battle.

But a roar from behind him interrupted the High Battlemage's movements: a roar that shook the sky with a force that naturally chilled the creatures, and when it rang out, Clemmont felt as if his heart was being clutched by an invisible hand.

He didn't know what kind of mood he was in - as his gaze slowly shifted in the direction from which the sound came, the surrounding blizzard seemed to freeze for a moment, and the next moment, he saw that in the depths of the smoke and flames that had not yet dissipated, two hideous and almost terrifying figures tore through the clouds, and two cold, hostile gazes fell on him.

Cecil ...... There are dragons.

(Milk Ride New Book!) The "List of Ten Thousand Worlds" has been released, so there is no need to say much about the rest, right? ）

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