The anti-aircraft artillery was roaring, and the high-heat air flow rushed out of the heat dissipation grid. The snow was evaporated by the heat flow, and steam and smoke were wrapped in the blizzard together. The dazzling beams and shell tail marks tear open the chaotic sky again and again, and a fire net was opened in the low clouds and blizzards. In the flash of the fire net, countless shadows were fighting.

The flesh and blood body and steel machine, the flying knight and the modern soldiers armed with magical technology, this scene seemed to have a fierce collision in the sky between the two eras, and the sparks and debris produced by the collision splashed in all directions and melted into the whistling of the blizzard.

Images from the sky came from the external monitor above the carriage, and Maryland looked at the tragic scene with a pale face - he had seen such collisions, such violent conflicts as if the times had changed, but the last collision occurred on the earth, and this time... happened in the sky.

"Sir! Those Tsengfeng people are not normal!" The observer shouted and reported, "They seem to be able to be resurrected! And their combat power is far stronger than the guys we met before!"

"If you can be resurrected, kill a few more times. If you are too strong, concentrate your firepower. All anti-aircraft artillery firepower will be fully activated. Take out all the individual missile launchers - the flesh and blood are always fragile than the machine!" Maryland stood on the podium, and ordered in a calm tone, "How long will it take for us to rush out of this blizzard?"

"Sir!" Another correspondent soldier in charge of contacting the air force immediately reported loudly, "The high-altitude reconnaissance plane reported that the blizzard had been following us - we were always in the center of it!"

"Damn... This is indeed the trick of those Tifeng people..." Maryland cursed in a low voice. His eyes looked at the window on the side. Through the reinforced crystal glass and thick shield, he saw the iron scepter armored train escorting the side was firing in full swing. Small turrets set on the roof and on both sides of some sections were constantly firing into the sky. Suddenly, a huge ball of fire fell from the sky and hit the shield on the top of the train. Then three consecutive fireballs - the shield appeared for a moment in the violent flashing. Although the gap closed again at the next moment, a fireball had penetrated the shield and hit the body of the car.

The powerful force contained in the fireball burst out, and a dazzling light burst out from the roof of the iron scepter. Amid the huge roar and the twisted and harsh noise of metal tearing and twisting, an anti-aircraft cannon and a large piece of armored structure broke away from the body in the explosion. Flames and smoke rose in the middle of the armored train. Between the broken armor plates, Maryland can see the train's damage team being quickly extinguished the spreading flames.

Some of the enemies are already close to the distance that can directly attack the armored train, which means that the Dragoon squadron in the sky is in a tough battle and can no longer intercept all enemies.

This weird blizzard is obviously not just about obstructing sight but also interfering with flight.

"This is probably a 'miracle' level magic..." Maryland gritted her teeth and looked at the adjutant beside her, "When will the reinforcements from the Shadow Swamp arrive?"

"The special war formation had taken off a few minutes ago, but the weather conditions were too harsh. I don't know when they would arrive," the adjutant responded quickly, "In addition, the range of the blizzard was observed to expand again..."

Before the adjutant finished speaking, a dazzling flash suddenly broke out outside the car window. Maryland saw a burning fireball falling from the sky in the distance. The light blue magic halo shining in the fireball. Between the burning flames, the twisted and deformed cockpit and dragon wing structure could be vaguely distinguished. The remaining power was still in play. It slowly descended in the blizzard, but the falling speed became faster and faster. In the end, it hit the ridge on the east side and exploded violently in the gray sky.

The pilots of the Dragoons are equipped with escape devices in an emergency. Their special "armor" is embedded with small weight loss runes and wind element blessing modules. The pilot of the aircraft may have escaped from the fuselage in advance, but in this terrible blizzard, their chances of survival are still slim.

While the flying machine fell, the remains of griffin knights or combat mages continued to fall down in the sky.

Maryland watched the scene, but soon he withdrew his gaze and continued to calmly command the huge war machine beside him to fight the enemy in the snowstorm.

This level of "miracle" magic cannot be released instantly. Such a large-scale air force also needs a certain amount of time to mobilize and run in. As well as early intelligence investigations and selection of ambush sites, all of which must be the result of detailed planning. The Tifeng people probably have planned this attack for a long time.

Obviously, the "steel propulsion" of armored trains really put a huge pressure on them, so they would be so at all costs to destroy these war machines.

The loud sound of magic cannons kept ringing. Even through the barrier, there was still a constant low roar in the tactical section carriage. Two armored trains were speeding in the mountains in the wind. Anti-aircraft cannons occasionally swept more wreckage from the air. This process lasted for unknown how long. On the edge of the blizzard, towards the direction of the Shadow Swamp, a formation of dragoons with black paint was flying at full speed.

The clouds ahead showed an obviously abnormal iron gray color, which was beyond the scope of normal "blue clouds". Instead, it was more like a solid mass of iron spinning slowly in the sky. The fierce hurricane was swept by blizzards in the distance, which was a daunting scene. If it weren't for the Dragoon fighter's special shields and wind element-friendly enchantment technology, this extremely harsh weather would definitely not be suitable for any flight mission.

The dragoon formation with black paint did not slow down or hesitate in the face of this terrifying astronomical phenomenon. After slightly increasing the height, they rushed more straight towards the area where the storm gathered, just like carnival.

Inside the aircraft where the captain was the plane, a female pilot with short black hair held the joystick tightly in her hand. She stared at the cloud wall that was constantly approaching in front of her, her eyes narrowed slightly, but the corners of her mouth were raised upwards.

The voice of the wingman came from the communicator next to the console: "Captain, we are about to enter the storm!"

"See it!" The short-haired woman grinned with an excited smile on her face, "wuhu-This thing is much more powerful than the breeze in simulation training!"

"Put it all!" the pilot, who was a mechanic, shouted behind her, "Enter the blizzard in fifteen seconds!"

The short-haired woman opened the communication of the whole team and shouted loudly: "Girls and guys! Go in and dance! They all widened your eyes - those who fell behind or those who were lost will find a mountain to hit you and don't come back!"

The next second, a burst of excitement came from the communicator: "wuhu--"

...

Another flying machine was swallowed by flames in the distance. The burning fireball kept rolling in the strong wind and slowly slipped towards the distant ridge. Before the fireball exploded, two vague figures jumped out of the cockpit of the thing and fell in the blizzard like fallen leaves.

Claymontte watched the scene coldly at altitude without choosing to make up for the last blow - this is his moral code as a noble.

He knew that the era of traditional aristocratic and chivalrous spirit had passed, and the current war seemed to be a more unscrupulous thing, and his persistence had long become a laughing stock for many people - but let them laugh. In him, that glorious era has not ended yet, and it will truly end only when the end of life comes.

What's more, falling into such a terrible blizzard, it is impossible for those who escaped the flying machine to survive.

The cold wind whistled in all directions, and the explosion of fire and pungent smell filled all the senses. He looked around the battlefield around him and his brows frowned.

Before today, no one had ever thought of such a scene;

Until today, no human country could support this air force;

For the first time, he knew that the sky could become such a tragic battlefield, and a large number of troops could fight and fight in such a place far away from the earth. A three-dimensional conflict dominated the battle, and the things revealed behind the battle made the noble Tifeng feel his nerves tremble slightly.

The Cecils had mass-produced flight machines, and the Tifeng had mass-produced extraordinary and miraculous magical magic. These were two independent development routes. When they unexpectedly converged, the entire human history must leave enough chapters to make its annotation.

Claymont was surrounded by powerful wind, thunder, lightning and frost flames. The surging elemental vortex was covered by him like huge wings. This was a powerful feeling he had never had under normal circumstances. Under the endless supply of magic, he could no longer remember how many times he had released large-scale spells that had been enough to squeeze him out. The number of enemies has decreased, and the number of friendly forces has also been decreasing. This loss is valuable after all. The air power of the Cecils has already appeared. Now, several groups performing strong attack missions can put powerful spells on the two rows of mobile fortresses.

As it turns out, those arrogant steel monsters are not that invulnerable.

"…Air power may become the key to the situation of the war, and the overall combat between the ground and the sky may be a trend..."

Claymont opened his hands and faced the Cecils' air defense barrage. The powerful shield resisted several fatal damages. He locked in a flying machine and began to try to interfere with the opponent's energy cycle. At the same time, he also inspired a powerful messaging spell, reporting what he saw in the messaging technique like he was talking to himself. This blizzard not only did not affect the effect of the messaging technique, but also greatly extended the messaging distance of each combat mage.

“…Flying units cannot survive for too long in air combat, even if they have three lives…

"Griffin Knights and intermediate combat mages are all consumables here... Many people were shot down by air defense fire from the ground...

"…The strong light from the ground has caused a great impact... The light not only exposes us, but also disrupts the perception of vision and space... It is as effective as a weapon..."

The anti-gravity ring of the flying machine in the distance suddenly burst out with a series of flashes, and the entire body shaking unstable. Claymont narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing that he had successfully interfered with the power mechanism of this thing.

According to the experience I just observed, the machine will transfer most of its energy to a poorly operated anti-gravity device to maintain flight, which will lead to it becoming a living target floating in the air.

Claymont raised his hands high, and a powerful arc formed in his hands, but before he was about to release this fatal attack, a low buzz suddenly approached from the side at an extremely high speed. The huge sense of crisis made him instantly change the direction of the arc release. While swinging it to the side, he violently incited the invisible magic power and quickly left the original place.

A dense arcane barrage swept across the place where he had just stood in the next second.

Claymont broke out in cold sweat, turned his head and looked in the direction of the attack, and suddenly saw an aircraft with a pure black painted dragon wing device appearing in his own field of view.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed more such aircraft emerged from the clouds in the distance - one after another, coming in full force!

Is it the Cecilian air support?!

"The enemy's support has arrived!" He immediately shouted a loud warning during the messaging technique, "Watch those black guys, their attacks are even more fierce!

"Speed ​​up the action, and the attack team will solve the Cecilian train—the Griffin Knights will provide cover at all costs!"

The moment before, the Dragoon formation had fallen into a huge disadvantage. The Tifeng people, whose combat power was unprecedentedly strengthened, and the harsh snowstorm surrounding them, made one fighter after another shot down, and the armored trains on the ground seemed in danger. At this moment, the sudden appearance of reinforcements finally stopped the situation from sliding in a worse direction - the newly emerging black aircraft quickly joined the battle situation and began to fight the Tifeng people who were already in the madness.

In the howling barrage and rays, Claymont held up a powerful shield. While he continuously changed his flight trajectory to open the distance from those black aircraft, he kept looking back and released a large-scale arc to weaken the opponent's protection. On several occasions, he felt that he had passed by Death. Although he had the opportunity to play three times with Death, if it weren't for no other choice, he did not want to waste any life here.

Because as long as you die once, the price of "miracle" must be paid.

A black fighter jet seemed to have determined that he was the commander of the army and had been biting it tightly. Claymont didn't know how long he had been entangled with the other party. Finally, under continuous consumption and pursuit, he seized an opportunity.

He rushed into the clouds, and with the cover of the clouds, he quickly created large pieces of floating magic balls, and then penetrated the clouds from the other direction without hesitation. What happened afterwards was as he expected: the black aircraft followed without hesitation. The next second, the continuous explosion flashes tore the iron-gray clouds apart.

Claymont stood in the air, staring at the direction of the explosion. In the smoke and fire, he saw the black shadow rushing out crookedly - it was already ragged, as if even the flying posture could only be maintained.

"Look goodbye." He said softly, then raised his hand without hesitation, and a powerful arc suddenly crossed a long distance and tore the aircraft into pieces.

Then Claymont turned around without hesitation and prepared to support his comrades who were already in a tough battle.

But a roar from behind interrupted the high-level combat mage's action: the roar shocked Yunxiao, with some kind of power that made the creature naturally feel frightened. When it sounded, Claymont even felt that his heart seemed to be tightly held by an invisible hand.

He didn't know what kind of mood he was turning his head. When his gaze slowly moved, looking in the direction where the sound came, the blizzard around seemed to be temporarily frozen. The next moment, he saw that deep in the smoke and flames that had not yet dissipated, two nearly terrible figures tear the clouds apart, and two cold and hostile gazes fell on him.

Cecilians...there are dragons.
Chapter completed!