The chase and grappling in the air are random collisions in three-dimensional space.

The whole process is dizzying and overwhelming.

This is not a battle on the ground, maybe the attack will come from any angle, subverting the combat thinking of stepping on the ground, and it needs to be tested with blood and fire. The vast majority of pilots, in the first moment of battle with these plague drones who have adapted to their environment and entered the material realm, are desperately trying to increase their flight altitude.

The immature over-the-horizon strike is not enough to support the aircraft to kill the demon outside the field of vision, so that in such a brutal fight at such a close range, whoever occupies a higher place and has higher maneuverability will have more initiative.

Pull onions on dry land!

Even the dense sky battle group looked sparse in the open sky, and there was absolutely no feeling of crowding, so the spectacular scene of rows of dry land pulling onions was presented, and when countless crazy demons were entangled in the white air wave orbit left by the air, those pilots who had not yet had time to raise the plane witnessed this spectacular scene.

Many people were even stunned.

Their gaze rises as the fighter rises until they can't bear the direct rays of sunlight from the apex.

This is the most chilling move in air combat.

Pull up, with the help of the direct rays of the sun, and dive!

At this time, if you look up at the hunter, you will be exposed to the direct rays of the sun, and it is very likely that you will be stunned directly.

It stands to reason.

With metal as the skeleton and the engine that burns aviation oil as the power source, I don't know how many streets to throw off the organism in terms of power output. However, Chaos is like deliberately mocking the crystallization of human civilization, and the plague drones in the Fatherly family have managed to outperform the aircraft of this era!

Some of the planes in the dryland were barely able to keep up with the chasers.

Some of them were overtaken by the Chaos Demon with a scream, and when they overtook the human pilots, these high-level plaguebringers would smile as they thought they were polite and friendly. After all, they are not coarse and reckless people like red madmen, they are preachers who come to spread paternal love.

Then, the terrifying scene unfolded.

From a long distance, the aerial formation of human fighters seemed to have fallen into a large net with black mist, and countless plague drones with many corrupt mosquitoes and flies blew a psionic plague wind against the fighters who were still struggling.

A powerful force from the Rain Father.

Directly blow all the cuties on the Nurgle demons into the fighter engine, ventilation port, and cockpit, these cuties include but are not limited to all kinds of mosquitoes, scabies, large germs, viruses, microorganisms, flies, etc., etc., most of the pilots were directly overwhelmed by the cuties with too high a concentration of Nurgle.

It is clear to see.

Countless fighter jets did not have the same explosion as in traditional air combat, showing a small black flower in the sky, but the engine stalled, and the plane that lost control either kept gliding like a ghost or simply began to do a free-fall motion towards the earth.

For Air Force One, who is directing the campaign.

The voices that are still able to respond to calls in the channel are plummeting.

From the hustle and bustle to the dead silence, from the numerous to the rare.

This sudden surge of despair made every general in charge of commanding the battle silent, and at this moment, the president, with a hearty smile, was listening to the report of his subordinates.

A veteran general with four stars on his shoulder submitted an application for permission to Mr. President.

"Is there really no better way?" The president lifted his pen and looked at the words nuclear bomb, urgent, etc., and he seemed a little hesitant.

"Mr. President, this is just a worst-case warrant."

The general organized the wording.

"Human beings cannot resist death and natural disasters, but we can choose the way to face our fate, noble or lowly, all in a single thought."

"I understand...... Your Excellency, do it. "The president knows how important the concept of humanity is emphasized after the emergence of chaos, and all the invisible propaganda is for this moment, he can sign without burden, and he solemnly signs his name.

"All that's left is prayer."

Not praying to God anyway.

Since they learned certain truths, they know so much that they must be careful not to even pray for consolation in the extreme oppression of reason, lest they attract the malicious gaze of some void.

That's what the world is.

The more you know, the more unhappy you are, and the easier it is to lose your natural protection and step into the endless darkness.

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The plane falling in the sky was falling like a dumpling.

The fighter planes that fell with the rain were mixed with the green storm, ghostly and suffocated.

"Are we getting to our destination?"

With excellent flying skills, the Zero successfully avoided the battlefields in the sky and on the ground, and this ghost-like flying fighter was rapidly moving towards the crack. Strictly speaking, they were actually walking in the body of the Rain Father at the moment, but the demon's attention was distracted.

"Soon, at the current pace, we'll be at the edge of the rift in ten minutes, we should be able to see ...... Darwin. ”

Hank replied to Charles.

Along the way, the hellish scene made everyone depressed to the extreme.

"Something is following us."

For the first time, the mourner of the Western Shadow, who had been silent all along, had spoken out, and he had smelled a familiar smell, the breath of another Nurgle Archdemon. At the time of the collapse of his dimensional world, the Great Demon had extended an invitation to the mourners, but was rejected by the sewer creature.

Only in this way resolutely abandon everything in the past.

The lowly microbes in the sewers can escape the grasp of chaos.

Even so, it is useless to be targeted by chaos, no matter how far away they are, they are always there, right behind you, under your bed and mine, behind every smiling face.

"That's right, it's an old friend, it's very rude, and it's actually a lady." Ash also sensed a threat from behind him, and a picture of pure light lit up in front of the mechanical angel.

I saw it behind Zero.

A psionic falcon was soaring with its wings, and following its vantage point, it was possible to see a dark mist that was not easy to detect. Neither distanced nor approached, just hanging simply, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

"Memetic ......"

The undertaker recognized at a glance the way this terrible monster had descended into the material realm.

They've been glued.