It's the last night of the holiday, and tomorrow we're going to start studying every day, so everyone indulges themselves. I didn't even meditate every day.

Neither did Flandi, who was also meditating today. It's a drunken drink with his friends.

By the time he woke up the next day, the friends had already gone to study with their respective mentors, and the only ones left in the magic tower were him and Tom Jerry.

After spending the morning, Franky took a large backpack and packed a lot of things, and then took the wooden box that Tom Jerry's two experimental assistants gave him yesterday and got on the magic flying machine.

He didn't tell anyone because he was going on a secret mission.

Of course, this is not a task given to him by anyone, but a task that he himself has given himself.

Although Glenn was drunk the night before, it was the truth, he wanted revenge, he wanted to declare war on the Wedon Empire.

Flandi couldn't change this decision, not to mention that it was still His Majesty Haman's last wish.

But he wanted to stop the big war with his actions.

That is to assassinate the Emperor of the Witton Empire.

There are not enough magic seeds in the space of 256, and there is no way to open the portal by himself, and the portal in the teleportation hall cannot be requisitioned casually, so Flandi has prepared a lot of materials needed in case something happens on the way.

Anyway, his friends have gone to study, and he won't come back during the day, and the teacher is not there, he is very free now, and it doesn't matter if he disappears for a while.

The wooden box was an enhanced version of the Psychic Activation Device, and he was going to meditate while controlling the magic flying machine, all the way to the puppet imperial capital of the Viton Empire.

The puppet imperial capital of the Viton Empire is farther away from Oskaia than Psal, and coupled with the unfamiliar terrain, Flandy estimates that it will take at least half a month to arrive. This is still the most desirable outcome.

This magic flying machine belongs to the category of helicopters, and its speed is not a little worse than that of a jet aircraft, and if it flies at full speed, it can reach about 400 kilometers per hour.

But after all, a machine is a machine, and it is impossible to maintain this speed forever, and the last time I traveled thousands of miles to help the Kunmo Royal Capital, that aircraft was not maintained at all because of its long flight. The engine has already been scrapped.

The engine uses Terra steel, which is much better than the steel of the previous life in terms of wear resistance and hardness, but it does not have a good lubricating oil, and the performance is not much better than the best engines of the previous life.

With the enhanced psychic device installed, Flandy sat in the driver's seat, but did not manually pilot the aircraft.

At the beginning of the design, the aircraft had two modes, which could be piloted manually or driven with mental power.

The main thing is that I am afraid of mechanical failure when driving manually, but I didn't expect this design to be very convenient to drive while meditating.

Flandy controlled the aircraft to soar into the sky, flying directly to an altitude of more than a thousand meters. If you don't look closely at this altitude, you will only think that the aircraft is a big bird flying.

Adjust the flying posture of the aircraft to the direction due south, and the aircraft tilts slightly forward and flies straight away.

The engine of the aircraft is not turned on at maximum power, but maintains 40% power output, so that it can fly for a long time.

Closing his eyes, Flandi went into a meditative state.

Although this is not a quiet room, and the roar of the engine and the sound of the wind interfere with meditation to a certain extent, he has been exercising in the whispering grass planting room for such a long time, and he has long been immune to this sound.

As long as the direction is adjusted, there is basically no need to care about the magic aircraft, Flandi uses nine points of mental power to guide the magic elements, and one point of mental power occasionally checks the status of the aircraft.

Although this is not as good as meditating in your own magic tower, it is not much worse, and the efficiency of ordinary meditation can still be increased several times.

Fly over mountains, rivers, forests, plains, all the way south.

For an airplane, there is basically no strong air flow for a thousand meters, so the flight is quite smooth.

After more than three hours of meditation, Flandi opened his eyes. Sensing the half of the Order Magic Seed left in the Magic Tower, he found that he was now more than a thousand kilometers away from the Imperial Capital.

His mental power was a little depleted and he could no longer meditate, but Flandi was not bored, watching the rapid retreat on the ground.

A few more hours passed. His mental strength was somewhat restored, so he began to meditate again.

After two full days of flying, a series of mountains appeared in front of me.

This is the dividing line between the Oskaia Empire and the Witton Empire, a mountain range that separates the two empires, and the mountains stretch for thousands of kilometers, and there are few routes that can be reached if you walk by land.

This is also the reason why after the founding of the Viton Empire, there have been no major wars in the Oskaia Empire for hundreds of years, and if you want to conquer the Viton Empire from the Oskaia Empire, you can only take a detour from the Kunmo Kingdom.

The mountains are long and wide, with patches of primeval forest. Only a small fraction of the human footprints have been explored on this continent, and there are countless areas unknown to humans.

Just after another meditation, his mental power was exhausted, and when Franky was bored looking at the forest on the ground, he suddenly heard a chirp.

The cry of "chirp~chirp~" is not particularly loud, but it can shake people's hearts.

Before Flandy could react. Suddenly, I felt a sharp tremor of the aircraft.

After quadrupling in the air, it was finally stabilized, only to find that there were two flying griffons in the sky.

There was a ninth-level griffin beast on the island of Pusar, and Flandy had seen a griffin once at a very young age, far away.

But it was only a small black dot in the sky, and this was the first time I had seen a real griffon.

Although it was the first time, Flandy immediately recognized that it must be a griffin, because it was so easy to recognize, the griffin had the body and talons of a lion, and the head and wings of an eagle.

In the air, it is the existence of the king.

One of the griffons had wings spread out for fifteen or sixteen meters, and the other was a little smaller than ten meters, much larger than the rest of the aircraft that Flandy was sitting on.

Probably never seen such a flying machine before, the two griffons flew around the flying machine with some curiosity.

The smaller one seemed to want to see what the craft was, and flew closer, clawing at the cockpit.

If it was on the ground, Flandy still had the strength to fight, but in the air he could only be teased by the two griffins.

The craft was made of mica quartz steel, and the griffon's claws, while not scratching the cockpit, left a deep mark on the surface.

If you fall from a height of 1,000 meters, even Flandi can't stand it. Hurriedly controlled the aircraft to reduce the altitude.

Seeing that an attack had no effect on the aircraft, the other griffon was also interested, and it wanted to fly closer to observe the aircraft, but it did not expect its head to hit the propeller of the aircraft.

This time the lion can suffer, it is a demonic beast, but it is also flesh and blood, and a large piece of the mane on its head has been shaved off by the high-speed rotating fan blades of the spiral pulp.

"Chirp~chirp~" Seeing that the larger griffin suffered, the smaller griffin was angry, one swooped, and its claws grabbed the other spiral.

The claws are, much harder than a lion's head, and when they come down, they collide with the blades of the propeller.

The aircraft's balance was damaged, and it fell diagonally to the ground.

Thinking that the aircraft was about to escape, the two griffons gave chase, and frequently attacked the spiral.

As Flandy sat in the cockpit, he felt a whirlwind of the world, perhaps the connected silver wiring had been destroyed and he had lost control of the aircraft.

It was very smooth to fly, but he didn't expect to encounter such two curious griffins, and Flandi could only secretly turn the frieze in his heart, but there was no way at all.

Luckily, the craft was magically driven, so it didn't explode, otherwise it would have been really dangerous.

The ground is a large primeval forest, and towering giant trees abound, and the dense canopy resembles an open umbrella.

The aircraft landed directly on the canopy, and the still spinning spiral slurry slashed a canopy of branches and leaves, stuck in the staggered branches between the two large trees, and never moved again.

The two griffons still refused to give up, and attacked the flying machine, and finally saw that the flying machine did not move, and bit the spiral pulp with their sharp teeth.

Of course, the propeller must not be able to bite, and it may feel that the "corpse" of the aircraft is too hard, and the two griffons finally gave up, and flew away into the distance while "chirping~chirping~" as if victorious.