Outside the large glass windows, the sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the approaching aircraft is orange, so it is easy to spot. In fact, I think most of the races called Manteus who paint their planes orange are some circle nines, otherwise who would choose this color that is so easily exposed in the sky?

I later found out that there was a reason for this, but for now I only know that the enemy's aircraft are very conspicuous, and that is enough. What really cares me is the shape of these planes, and why they fly so low.

Could it be that there is also a radar here, and in order to avoid detecting the other party, it will fly close to the surface? This is a rather profound question, and it is completely unsuitable for the person who has studied the five scum to make detailed conjectures and speculations on this. So let's take a look at the shape of the otherworldly aircraft, although in my imagination they should be the kind of flying and rickety propeller aircraft made of wood and metal, loaded with one or more cannons, weak in speed, firepower, and protection, and the kind of weird thing that will clink and drop a large number of parts and emit flames and black smoke before the enemy can repair the knife.

It turned out that I was still too superficial - and this time it was even more superficial.

There were many oranges in the sky, some large and some small, densely forming a moving cloud. Soon, a sparse beam of light flew diagonally out of front of the window, which was supposed to be the fortress's self-defense fire. Those beams were not the legendary lasers, but ordinary magic bullets, except that they seemed to have been greatly enhanced by some kind of machinery, and they contained terrifying energy, just look at the orange flying machine that exploded into flames on the spot after being hit by the beam.

The group of planes that had approached the fortress from the 1 o'clock position had not been affected by any firepower, and they twisted their butts in the air and swayed from side to side to continue to approach, allowing the beams of light to pass dangerously by, and they had the posture of rushing down and breaking through the glass windows of the command post. It was at this time that I finally saw what these flying machines looked like. The whole person couldn't help but scold out loud.

"Damn, what the hell is a jet here? Am I really not on the wrong set?"

These loving orange are flattened oval-shaped, with spouts mounted at the tail that spew out a large amount of blue flames, four large-caliber cannons in the nose, two of which are dangerous-looking conical objects hanging from their bellies, two of which have even been thrown towards the fortress, and a hemispherical turret on their backs. It should look like the main gun.

Rather than an airplane, it looked more like some kind of flying dinghy. It may be lacking in speed compared to our fighters, but it has an absolute firepower advantage aside from missiles - I don't know why the turret was mounted on the back rather than in the belly of the aircraft for ground attack.

And it looks like the enemy has missiles too. The dive-humming airship (?) dropped not only conical hazmats, but also metal spears with fiery butts, and I don't believe it if it wasn't a missile.

"You didn't go to the wrong set. Emilina pursed her lips and spread her hands indifferently, "The Mantius originally developed a technological civilization, so it's not strange that they use weapons like that, right?"

"That's true, but the civilization of that race must have been completely wiped out by the demons, right?" As I spoke, all the bombs and missiles dropped by the other party were stopped by a giant sky-blue shield. The firelight pierced my eyes for a while, but that didn't stop me from continuing to say my doubts, "Their whole clan has been turned into undead by the Death Salute......, and even then can they use their weapons to fight for each other's lives?"

Amberil, who was paying attention to the situation of the battle, replied without looking back: "We thought so at the beginning, so we didn't pay too much attention to it. However, it turned out to be a mistake, and now it is too late to regret it. Yes, they were magically turned into undead, but when did we say 'all'?"

When I heard this, I immediately thought of something rather bad and terrible. The whole person was immediately shocked: "Hey, it's difficult, it's difficult...... it's not possible."

"That's how hard it is. Demons use psychic magic to manipulate some living people as 'domestic animals' for reproduction. So as to replenish the blood of those undead. Amberil lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply, "Although it is a little troublesome, this kind of intelligent undead who can use weapons and tactics is obviously much better than ordinary cannon fodder soldiers. I guess Belloc, since he brought the Death Celebration to your world, probably had the same idea. ”

Only this is absolutely not allowed, and such an ending is even more unacceptable than a miserable death!

"Your Highness. Large forces of the enemy began to move. Jikrem suddenly leaned over to the handsome blonde man and whispered.

Sure enough, after the "brave and fearless" reconnaissance force was killed by the fortress fire, the main force of the other side accelerated and surged over violently, clearly preparing to be strong head-on.

"Don't worry. Wait until they're closer. Amberil raised his head again and raised his hand to sign, "It is true that our main force is not here now, but with this kind of combat power, we will try to sneak attack the fortress, and there will be a limit to life and death." Maybe it's because they've found a relationship with a new plane, and the demons have been more active lately, so it's time to pour some cold water on them. ”

Appearing more active means that the other side intends to contain the alliance on the frontal battlefield, and then find an opportunity to spread the Death Salute spell on our side, and then turn us into the same pathetic creatures as the guys who charge to death in the face of sparse artillery fire?

It's an exaggeration, but it does have the potential to be a harsh reality. I thought that I had grown a lot after going through so many things, at least out of the category of "war 5 scum", and in time I would eventually obtain the qualification to stand with Emilina, but at present, it seems that the girl and what I are carrying are not fundamentally the same level, how can I catch up with her?

"Ah, I see, the other party's command ship. Emilina didn't notice that I was secretly looking at her, and suddenly held out her finger and said, "Hurry up and focus on it!"

"Dear little sister, I'm in command here, okay?" Amberil turned her head and looked at the girl with a slightly doting expression in her laughter, "I also want to knock out the other party's command ship, but it's out of range, and now there are so many uninvited guests who want to stop the ship here in violation of regulations, how about you deal with them first?"

Of course, I didn't say anything in the end, but looked in the direction that Emilina was pointing, trying to find the legendary command ship.

The opposing aircraft's aircraft are basically all flat oval in shape, and the size varies from large to small. In the past, airships used for reconnaissance were similar to ordinary warplanes, but they were also the smallest, and there were also some large aircraft or spaceships, which were obviously more powerful and threatening, and at the same time more difficult to shoot down.

Where is this TMD fighter formation, it is clearly a flying fleet!

On the outermost side of the fleet, farthest from the battlefield, there was a very special spaceship parked alone, which should be the command ship that Emmilina was talking about.

Why do you say it's special? Because this guy is not like the aircraft carrier or battleship that I think of as the flagship of the fleet, Ya is just a transport ship with a big belly and a round waist, and it has no self-defense ability, and the surface of Ya is covered with a purple-red flesh sac, which looks like a metal spaceship has been swallowed by some unknown alien creature.

As if sensing my doubts, Emilina immediately explained carefully, "I mentioned to you earlier that some kind of equipment is required to activate and maintain the Death Rite, and that the affected undead will self-destroy after leaving a certain range of this magic. So that ship was actually used to carry equipment, and being in command was just incidental. ”

In other words, knocking out that ship would easily take out the entire enemy fleet in front of you, no wonder you shouted that you were going to set it on fire.

I nodded in understanding, and was about to say something when Amberil waved his hand vigorously and gave the order to fire all the way and the troops attack. Suddenly, the entire command post was as lively as a boiling pot, and even the explosion of the enemy fleet outside pouring fire on the shield of the fortress was drowned out.

Then, the entire sky was filled with countless bursts of light and dazzling flames, and a large number of burning fragments fell in bits and pieces.

It's not that the enemy is wiped out in an instant, as their large ships are equipped with shields that glow red, and some of the smaller ships use their maneuverability to scrub their bullets and continue to charge towards the fortress.

"Why didn't the other party retreat, this is already a trap. I looked at the high-speed approaching orange flying machines in amazement and said, "Continuing to attack will only increase the damage." ”

"Because they are undead. Emilina shrugged her shoulders indifferently and said, "It is impossible for the undead to be afraid of death. In other words, they can carry out suicide attacks whenever they want to. ”

The cruel fact that a race that is obviously much more technologically advanced than ours has become what it is today makes me shake my head and sigh, and at the same time, I am determined to absolutely stop Belloc. (To be continued......)