Lily of the valley's petite body flew towards the enemy in the cold wind in the air. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing the hundred air combat mages below, Lily of the Valley did not have any fear, but aroused the excitement in her heart.

It was the first time she had actually fought another human magister.

Lily of the valley has only experienced a few battles, and they are either sneak attacks or with huge magic power, and the victory is determined by one blow.

She'd fought monsters and cleaned up the monster's lair near the city, but it was a stress-free cleanup.

Powerful monsters usually do not appear near human cities, and only a very small number of unfortunate cities will be attacked by powerful high-level monsters.

Lily of the valley also competed with Hera Si and others, but everyone was a companion, and it was impossible to really fight to the death, just a pure simulated battle, just to familiarize themselves with and train their abilities.

Therefore, facing an air combat Magister force, Lily of the Valley felt that this was a good opportunity to improve his combat experience.

Lily of the valley knew that she had almost ascended to the sky in one step, and it could be said that she had obtained the power of a strategic-level magister in a cheating way, and in terms of combat experience, she was far from enough.

In the face of some opponents whose magic power is not as strong as hers, she can naturally rely on pure strength to overwhelm her, but if she fights another strategic magister, then she is very likely to be defeated.

Under the same level of power, the gap in experience will be like a moat.

Unlike the half-way monk of Lily of the Valley, every strategic-level magister has gained earth-shattering power after a long period of time, non-stop fighting and strong battles, and constantly training himself.

In order to eliminate the different colors, she can do whatever it takes, and give everything.

Lily of the valley tells herself every day that she must fully master her own power and discover every bit of potential, and she tirelessly flies into the orbit of the universe every day, absorbing starlight to increase her magic power, just because of this obsession in her heart.

In fact, she was already vaguely aware that this emotion in her heart was very abnormal, and it was likely to be amplified by the master who gave her this power, but she felt that it was just right.

Only by putting aside all confusion and hesitation can she achieve her goal.

Lily of the Valley already knows that the Vientiane Research Society is definitely not as simple as it seems, and Heterocele itself should also have some secrets hidden, and she wants to use the most powerful power to eliminate all obstacles.

Her eyes sharpened as she looked at the approaching Wizard of Air Combat.

“...... Well, I'm sorry!"

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The 17th Air Combat Brigade of the Tiberion Empire is a special force with a long history.

The 17th Air Combat Brigade is a special mobile unit, which was the first guerrilla unit established in the early days of the empire, and has made a lot of contributions to the empire, and can be described as the elite of the elite soldiers of the empire.

Captain of the 17th Air Combat Group, Mike Iverson, had the honor of being the leader of this unit.

The members of this army are all loyal and righteous people who are loyal to the empire, which is a more important condition for joining the team than their own strength, and being able to become a member of this army represents the empire's recognition of soldiers, which is already an honor.

On the day Iverson became the captain, he secretly vowed to repay the trust of the empire by creating brilliant deeds.

So this time to infiltrate the southern Bellabet region and carry out the mission of striking against potential threats, Iverson has put in a lot of hard work, and he intends to complete this mission perfectly and add a stroke to his calendar.

It's just that he never expected that things would develop to this point.

"Disperse!"

Iverson watched as another of his men was shot down in the air, and vomited blood and yelled at the magic communication prop.

The Magus of Air Combat, who received the captain's order, scattered among the clouds with agility and dexterity.

On weekdays, Iverson would have praised the players for their graceful movements, but now, he felt that this kind of movement was quite a senseless way of moving.

The silver starlight flashed, and another air combat magister was pierced by a magic bullet, and instantly lost its vitality and fell under the clouds.

Iverson's eyes cracked, and their high-speed maneuver in the air seemed like a joke to the opposing attack.

Obviously, more than 100 people went to besiege one person, but they were defeated by the enemy.

It was obviously to repel the attack, but before you knew it, it became a unilateral attack by the other party.

Iverson looked at the silver light cluster that was speeding through the sky through the tactical windshield and the star ring, which was very conspicuous even in mid-air, was revealing the location of the opponent, theoretically speaking, they should have shot the opponent down early in the morning.

However, the reality is quite the opposite.

None of the attacks made by more than 100 of them worked, and it was impossible to stop the other party from moving.

The enemy's movement is very monotonous, they are all straight forward, and it is easy to predict the opponent's movement trajectory, however, the elite troops of the Empire just can't hit the opponent.

The enemies who emitted silver** power light moved so fast that all of their predicted attacks missed.

Even if all the members of the group shoot in the spread airspace, the opponent can flexibly move through the narrow attack gap, and dodge all attacks in the slightest.

With a wide area magic attack, the opponent can easily leave the range of the magic without being affected.

The magic of the 17th Air Combat Brigade could not keep up with that astonishing speed.

Conversely, every time the enemy attacks, they succeed in taking away a team member, and the opponent's magic light bullet is so fast that it can't react, and the magic barrier can't block the attack, and it will be easily pierced by the magic light bullet.

If it weren't for the powerful and thick magic barrier of a combat plane, and the ability to deviate from the attacking magic barrier, there would be no way to defend against this powerful penetrating magic projectile.

"Don't give up, set up traps in the air!"

Iverson drank as hard as he could, and until the last moment, he would not give up.

Glory is my name! The soldiers of the Empire will never back down!

The only way Iverson could do it now was to use the ever-changing magic.

The Empire's military academies once taught how magic could be used to its fullest potential.

The instructor used the weaving of clothing as a metaphor for magic and magic.

Magic is yarn, magic is the finished braid, and the Magister is the tool for weaving.

The possibilities of magic are endless, and the Magus has to carefully channel the magic, skillfully manipulate the magic, and then weave different magic to suit different environments.

The nature of magic is different for everyone, even if it is woven in the same way, the magic that can be woven will not be the same, it all depends on the basic skills of the Magister.

In order to cope with the environment of air warfare, Iverson racked his brains to weave several different magic with his magic, which can be said to be his greatest wealth and his biggest hole card.

As soon as the captain's instructions were issued, more than a dozen members took the initiative to block and delay the opponent's course of action, so that the rear team members had time to prepare magic traps.

Iverson was sweating profusely, and he kept pumping out his magic power, gradually forming an invisible magic trap in mid-air.

He had to complete the spell as quickly as possible, and he had lost most of his men in less than a minute.

Iverson completed his magic as fast as he could, and around the same time, the rest of the team had made their own magic traps.

"Lure the other party to the target airspace!"

All preparations were made, and Iverson immediately shouted at the communication props, telling the struggling team members to back off.

A few members of the team with sufficient stamina acted as dangerous bait, taking the place of their companions who had been engaged with the enemy, and indiscriminately attacking the silver brilliance, attracting the enemy's attention.

Iverson had never been so nervous, and as long as the opponent fell into a trap in the airspace and lost the advantage in speed, they could attack with all their might.

Battles between Magisters in air combat are usually high-speed mobile battles, and this time is no exception, and because of this high-speed movement, many magic that is not fast enough to shoot can not be used, and can only shoot with pure magic power, not to mention the magic ability of the Magister, even if the power is strong, it is just a waste of magic power if it can't hit.

But if it can be intercepted, the numerical superiority will be revealed.

No one could survive the full force of hundreds of Magisters.

Iverson breathed heavily, watching the silver light between the white clouds chase the bait, and after more than ten seconds, enter the airspace where the magic trap has been set.

"It's now!"

The invisible magic trap had an effect, evading its own members and showing its prowess against the enemy.

Dozens of different binding spells successfully intercepted the person, and at the same time, the magic blasting trap was activated.

Bang!

The magic power was concentrated in the target's airspace, and it burst out continuously in the clouds, creating a strong blast of wind that scattered the entire white clouds and spewed out a large amount of water vapor.

Drenched wet, Iverson wiped away the water that blocked his vision and stared at the center of the explosion.

"Shoot in unison!"

He didn't relax for a moment, he raised his magic weapon and aimed it at the exploding airspace in front of him, and ordered the team to attack.

All of a sudden, the sky erupted in a rainbow of colours, and then converged in the same place, like a beautiful rainbow.

Dozens of magical attacks met in the same place, and then exploded at the same time, producing a burst of magic that was even stronger than before.

No one can withstand this kind of attack! Iverson had the feeling of hitting the target, and his spirit relaxed.

Then, Iverson, who was about to smile, saw a silver glow in the gray smoke of the explosion.

"What......"

Iverson's eyes widened in disbelief, and before he could react, a star-twinkling projectile flew in front of him.

The magic barrier couldn't support even a fraction of a second, and the magic light bullet instantly penetrated the last line of defense, opening a hole in the human body where you could see the opposite scenery.

“...... Ah......h

Iverson looked at his own intestines, and his brain didn't even feel the pain.

"Woo... Yes... Full...... Retreat!"

With the last of his strength, Iverson spat blood from his mouth and gave the order to retreat on the magic communication prop.

He gave a helpless wry smile and fell weakly in mid-air.

Suffering such a serious injury, he knew that there was no salvation and gave up all struggles.

Now, he only wanted his team to take his last order and leave the airspace immediately and flee from each other's side.

Iverson had already understood that in this battle, their 17th Air Combat Group was completely defeated.

The strength level of the two sides is not at the same level, and even if other members of the combat aircraft are still on standby to appear in battle, it will be useless.

Seeing that the other side was under full attack from his own troops, Iverson instantly learned the identity of the enemy who was fighting.

Recalling the information he received, the shining silver magic on the other party's body was the only one possible.

The opponent is a strategic-level magister, the highest-level magus that cannot be fought against in numbers.

The only one who can fight head-on with a strategic magister is another strategic-level magister, which is a historical lesson for thousands of years.

From the start, their strategy got it wrong.

They shouldn't be fighting, fleeing is the best option.

Between the rapidly declining weightlessness and the painful half-asleep, the last of Iverson's consciousness faded.

Then, in mid-air, he closed his eyes forever.

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Lily of the valley shook her head with a little regret.

This battle, for her, is still not strong enough.

Although the other party has many more people than her, and the action match is also extremely good, it is a pity that the difference in strength between the two sides is too large.

Lily of the valley has the speed and strength to break through the atmosphere, and ordinary magic attacks are impossible to match, and her magic light bullets that have been amplified by the rifle magic guide have supersonic speed, and have a strong penetrating force, which cannot be resisted by ordinary magic barriers alone.

The only dangerous thing about this aerial battle is that when she was chasing the enemy, she fell into a trap set by the enemy in the air, and she couldn't move for a while, and then suffered countless attacks one after another.

However, this level of magical attack could not break through her magic barrier, although her body was as fragile as the little girl, the magic power in her body was extremely large, and it could support a strong defense, easily resisting their continuous attacks.

That's the only thing to review, and other than that, this battle can be said to be without thrills.

Lily of the valley calmly looked at the distant combat plane, and began to weaken the strength of the magic barrier, and the silver magic light on her body also dimmed.

The other party has already taken the initiative to retreat, so according to the plan, she will not catch up, so that the other party will leave safely.

If it is really wiped out, the Tiberion Empire is very likely to send its own strategic-level magister, and at that time, the dispute here will not be able to end with this kind of small fight.

Lily of the valley looked down at the battlefield on the ground.

"It's over......"

The battlefield below is also a one-sided battle.

The army of the undead on earth has won the expected victory.

Everything went as planned.