"Air supremacy units?"

Alexander has a strong attachment to air supremacy, so he has been flying silently with his wings at an altitude of hundreds of meters.

After receiving feedback from St. Giles, Alexander was going to investigate the situation of the royal lighthouse from above.

But when he noticed a series of black dots on the surface, he looked closely and looked closely that it was the bloodthirsty demon leading the pterodactyl beast to glide at a low altitude, preparing to sneak up on the heavy firepower units of the Ninth Legion.

Alexander immediately retracted his wings and rushed down in a swooping position, and a raging fire ignited on the power sword at the same time.

Tanks have little to no anti-air ability, and Dreadnought looks cumbersome against them, and these Pterodactylmon with a wingspan of nearly twenty meters have clearly evolved specifically for air combat, giving them a natural advantage over ground units.

In addition, they have been taxiing at low altitudes, and if they don't notice it for a while, the Thunderhawk gunboats will not have time to intercept it, and I am afraid that the Ninth Army will suffer heavy losses.

"Demons, where do you want to go?"

Alexander fell from the sky like a blazing fire, and his voice was as abrupt as a talisman.

The Guardian's spear poured through the top of a pterodactyl's skull, and the Power Sword severed its massive bat's wings.

Even so, the tenacious vitality of the pterosaur did not let it die immediately, and the tail of the ten-meter-long python swept towards Alexander, trying to entangle and strangle him.

Alexander took a step ahead and drew the Guardian's Spear, kicking his feet the Pterodactylmon's shoulders and flying into the air.

Blue flames spread from the severed wings to the interior of the pterodactylmon, accidentally igniting the burning material stored in its chest cavity, instantly shattering it apart.

It was also thanks to Alexander that he didn't directly slash the pterodactyl's chest, otherwise the burning substance would have exploded in its face.

The pterodactylmon's stumps were scattered all over the place, and as the blue flames faded away, so did the possibility of its resurgence in the subspace.

"Kill! Kill him. ”

The bloodthirsty maniac with bat wings roared with rage.

However, it could see that Alexander had absolute air superiority, allowing several of the larger Pterodactylmons to cover each other and retreat in the direction of the Rift.

Both sides were far away from their respective teams, and Alexander was not in a hurry to kill them, just hovering in mid-air and watching them cooperate with each other, paying more attention to the army of terrorists.

They are by no means the irrational subspace creatures of the past, they have an absolute will to fight and an instinct to fight.

Hiss——!

A large pterosaur beast let out an unusually piercing screech in an attempt to disturb Alexander's will.

The rest of the Pterodactylmon spewed out orbs of fire from afar, exploding in mid-air into a barrage of fire, blocking Alexander's flight.

"Shhhh

Alexander held the flaming sword in his hand, and without inciting a pair of white wings, the whole person rushed directly towards the roaring pterodactyl beast.

The psychic field works so that he can easily pass through the wall of fire.

The head of the baboon's head was cut off with a single sword, and its vocal organs were also severed.

Blue flames burned through the cut in his neck, and Alexander made up for it, kicking it in the direction of the Bloodthirsty Maniac's retreat.

Bang!

The pterodactyl stump with the burning substance splattered everywhere, and the two pterosaurs had no time to dodge, trying to spread their wings to wrap themselves, but as soon as they were contaminated with Alexander's blue flames, they were quickly engulfed in flames and exploded repeatedly.

"All Thunderhawk gunboats will immediately rise into the air and go to the direction where His Highness Alexander is to support, and make sure to destroy this enemy air unit."

The voice of St. Giles sounded in the internal communication channel of the Ninth Legion.

Ever since Alexander swooped down from a height, he had noticed the situation on the battlefield.

After thinking for a moment, St. Giles looked back at the company commander, Michel Lalldoren, only to find that the other party was also staring at him with a serious expression.

"Lord St. Giles, we must send a team to support His Highness Alexander."

In Michelle's opinion, it was very irrational for Alexander to rush into attack, not to mention that he didn't even have a guard team around him.

"Divide my Guards in half and immediately go to support in armored personnel carriers."

St. Giles did not refuse Michel's request, in fact, he himself wanted to personally go to Alexander's aid, but reason prevailed.

When he noticed that Alexander had simply killed a demon, his heart had calmed down.

On the local battlefield, there were few people chasing after many people, and Alexander was like a tiger slaughtering a flock of sheep, killing only one for each time he rushed into the formation of the pterodactyl beast.

St. Giles knew very well that this was Alexander exercising his ability to fight in the air, not playing with his prey.

The future Blood Guard dispatched a force of fifty men and drove away from the large force in support personnel carriers and headed at full speed towards the Rift.

St. Giles also commanded the legions, fanning around the exit of the rift, trying to seal all the demons in the rift and slaughter them.

"Angel, you are the real demon."

The bloodthirsty demon could see that Alexander was using them for training, and couldn't help but curse.

For every loss of a Pterodactyl, its status in the army drops by one point.

Ignoring its death-defying wails, Alexander rushed into the demon array with the Guardian's Spear in hand, plunging into the eye socket of a pterodactyl.

"Magnus, remember to tell me when you've picked up the materials for your experiments, or I'll burn them all."

Alexander used his powerful psionic power to completely crush the bones of the pterodactyl beast that was provoked by the spear, and threw it aside like a dead dog.

Immediately, the wings splattered with blue flames, and the moment they first came into contact with the demon, it was like a spark hitting gasoline and causing it to ignite.

"Just leave three complete demons, its commander has no value, there are more powerful beings in the demon army."

Alexander didn't see Magnus, but his words were already in his head.

After a few rounds of culling, the Pterodactylmon was left with only three of the picked.

Alexander's movements were precise and deadly, and he didn't receive any attacks from his body, not even the splatters of demonic blood.

This is all thanks to the results of Alexander's long dueling training on the Mountain Formation, which allowed him to advance and retreat calmly.

"Cruel angel, I will lead an army to tear apart your body and chew your bones."

The Bloodthirsty Demon wielded a great axe and a chained whip, and a stream of flame erupted from the tips of its curved horns.

The demon army had already broken out of the Celestial Rift and was heading in the direction where Alexander was.

The Bloodthirsty Demon gathered his batwing wings and personally led the Pterodactyl to the ground, ready for a ground battle.

There is no way back for it, there is no way back, and if it goes back, it will be beheaded by the 'Skullsnatcher' Uzur because the battle damage is too high.

Kabanha, the great demon of terror and abuse, will not blame the other party for this at all, but will spit on its incompetence, and even kill it with his own hands.

"Demon, I will cut off your head and burn you before the army arrives."

Alexander stuck the Guardian's Spear into the ground and held the Flaming Sword in one hand.

Behind him, too, was the army of the Imperial Astarte.