Chapter 1466 - Chaos (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

On the Ark of Peace, Eagle Face, who held the sluice gates tightly and was prepared to pull it up, retracted his hand.

“In which direction?”

“Nine degrees east. They are headed for the smoke pillar!”

“Instructor, what do we do next?” the chief pilot turned his head and asked.

With the Deity of Gods’s mass, it was impossible to avoid a bombardment from the air even if it moved. What’s more, the magic barrier had been dispelled. As long as the second Glory of the Sun landed near the Blackstone pyramid, there was a nontrivial chance that the obelisk would be destroyed. To the fleet, this was no doubt the safest choice.

However, he had not boarded this plane out of concerns for safety.

The pilots of the two bombers were picked from excellent trainees. Only the aircraft commander was helmed by an instructor. The goal was obvious. The former was key to flying the plane well, while the latter was the guarantee that the mission would be completed.

A nontrivial chance of success implied that there was still a chance of failure.

And what he wanted was to lose the parts that relied on destiny, pushing what he could control to the maximum.

Regarding the possibility that the Deity of Gods would move in between the two assaults, to the point of it moving right from the beginning, the General Staff had discussed the matter numerous times. There was only one solution—exchange height for a successful hit. This could happen until the enemy had no way of dodging the strike.

“Descend by 2,000 meters. Recalculate the drop trajectory.” Eagle Face did not hesitate to give the order. “We will follow them wherever they go!”

…

At this moment, the Devilbeasts had already “collided” with the fleet.

Good could feel the sky darkening more than a shade. It felt as though the dawn which had just happened was once again swallowed by the night sky. No matter where he looked, there would be enemies all around him.

The only thing that eased his heart was the glaring stream of light which the Fury of Heaven’s autocannons spewed. Aiming, or simply firing straight ahead would tear any Devilbeast that blocked the way to pieces. Technique of each individual was of little meaning in a battle of this scale. Even if one had eyes all around, it was impossible to discover every enemy that charged at him.

If not for his squadron mates protecting him along the way, he would have long been struck by the bone spears that flew everywhere.

After three firing sweeps, Good felt the scene before him light up. He realized that he had already torn through the hordes of Devilbeasts. When turning his head back, no enemy was pursuing his tail.

“What are the demons doing? Their attention doesn’t not seem to be on us.” Finkin, who had always been by his flank, also noticed this.

As Good steered his plane to pull open a distance, he instantly felt something amiss. Taking in the combat situation as a whole, only a small number of the dense horde of Devilbeasts in the sky was entangling themselves with the Aerial Knights. The rest were trying their best to fly higher.

Logically speaking, the demons should not have been able to discover the bomber that was above the clouds.

The facts also proved that they had yet to discover their target.

Although they were climbing higher into the sky, the trajectories they took were utterly chaotic. It felt like they were barging around aimlessly.

“Darn it, the demons are trying to find the Ark of Peace!” Good roared into the transmitter.

“Isn’t that good?” Finkin whistled. “At their flying speed, it won’t be easy for them to catch up to the bomber. We can also take the opportunity to eliminate a few of them. We can reduce the pressure placed on Her Highness.”

Although that was the case, Good still felt uneasy.

“Another group of enemies are charging at us!” a squadron mate warned. “Let’s head to the clouds. It’s more suitable for a battle of attrition. When at an elevation above four thousand meters, the Devilbeasts would find it exhausting just to flap their wings. We can then shave off the vanguards one layer at a time.”

“That sounds like a good plan!”

“I’ll first head on up!”

More than ten biplanes raised their noses and flew for higher heights.

However, Good did not follow.

He adjusted his transmitter to the squadron’s channel and said individually to Finkin, “Let’s stay in this area.”

“What? Stay here? What if the enemy suddenly abandons the search. The first to bear the brunt would be us!” His old partner immediately voiced his doubts. “Besides, aren’t we letting the rest take all the credit by not seizing the opportunity to make more confirmed kills?”