Navigator 2, which was a little slower to pull up, finally hit the spatial rift on the way up, turning into an exploding ball of fire, rolling on the wall of this space.

They were only less than 2 seconds slower, and the result was that the two seconds that made the difference between life and death made them lose the chance to live.

Fate is sometimes so unfair, it will not give him more opportunities because of the obedience and caution of the captain of the Navigator No. 2, nor will it punish the captain of the Navigator No. 3 for his recklessness......

In other words, in a sense, fate is very fair, it is absolutely fair - it gives everyone only one chance, and on the Huangquan Road, there is no difference between everyone!

Without bothering to look at the three crashed planes, the captain of the Navigator One shouted loudly on the public channel while pulling his joystick hard: "There's space magic ahead!" There's space magic ahead! Veer! Veer! ”

"Damn it!" The pilot on the co-pilot is also desperately cooperating with his captain to adjust the flight status of the aircraft.

They didn't have time to throw away all the ammunition they were carrying, in fact they still had 500 kg of bombs in their bomb bays!

Doing this kind of exaggerated maneuver with these heavy burdens is actually a very fatal choice.

If you're not careful, their bomber could disintegrate in the air, but even then it's better than crashing it outright.

At the very least, if the plane disintegrates, they still have a chance to parachute...... Although, they are now parachuting and landing in enemy-occupied areas, it is estimated that they will also be used as food by the hordes of demonic routs.

So, all he thinks about now is not some damn parachute jump, but going back with this heavy bomber!

"Tighten the joystick! The engine is on full swing! Deflect to the left! Deflect to the left! Adjust the nose! While tugging on the joystick, the captain of the Navigator One commanded nervously.

They could feel that their B-52 bomber was no longer listening to the command of the joystick at this altitude.

Flying to this altitude with a full load is almost the limit of what this plane can do, and it is not surprising when it will disintegrate and crash now.

"Baby! Baby! You are the best! I love you! I love you! Come on! Come on baby! On the co-pilot, the pilot clung to the joystick, muttering frantically and pleading, as if caressing the beautiful woman of his dreams.

……

The group of B-52 bombers following behind the pilot formation reacted in a matter of seconds, and they began to deviate sideways from their course, avoiding the huge radar reflection zone.

At the same time, in order to reduce weight, the dense B-52 bombers opened their bomb bays, and regardless of what target was under their feet, whether it was in the wilderness or not, they began to reduce weight and drop bombs at the same time.

They discarded all the bombs they were carrying, and then began their turn more lightly.

The sheer fleet of planes began to turn spectacularly, with dense passwords weaving back and forth on the radio.

It was not an easy task to make a huge fleet of hundreds of planes turn in a coordinated manner, and the whole formation was in chaos, and even two planes almost collided.

Hundreds of planes scattered across the sky, and everywhere there was the roar of aircraft engines, and the lightning and thunder of the storm beneath your feet.

Compared to the clumsiness of the B-52 bomber, the fighter unit is much more flexible. They quickly avoided the invisible wall, and with the steering bombers, they began to move away from the dangerous storm. Good

Of course, when they turned, they could no longer see the three dazzling, huge fires.

Nor did they see the strange spectacle of the wreckage of the B-52 bomber tumbling straight down in the sky.

Of course, they saw a B-52 rush to an altitude of 11,000 meters, and then it fell like a leaf as if it had lost its soul.

Finally, under their horrified gaze, the B-52 bomber finally came back to life at an altitude of more than 7,000 meters and stabilized its flight attitude.

……

The captain of the Navigator One let out a sigh of relief, and finally relaxed his grip on the joystick slightly.

At this time, he felt that his palms were full of sweat, and the ghost knew what they had experienced in the past few minutes.

He looked out the window at the lightning and thunder, and the real rain hitting his windshield, and it was then that he realized how much he loved the damn images in front of him.

Although the lightning and thunder were still roaring, although he was still in the storm, feeling the slight tremor of the fuselage of the plane, he was still very lucky, glad that he was still alive at this moment, still able to breathe, and able to cheer to his heart's content.

Luckily, his plane was a new B-52 bomber that had just been in service for a few months, and luckily his plane had a magical defense barrier and a floating magic array that could reduce weight!

Thankfully, he was wise in that moment, and thanks to God for letting him control his destiny at the last moment.

Anyway, he was luckier than his men, he had at least survived today, survived now.

……

"After all, I still have to do it myself! A bunch of useless waste! I am the source of magic! I am the most powerful being in the world! In his own hall, the source of magic roared in anger, and a terrible voice echoed throughout the hall.

"You think I'm a failure? Can't do it anymore? Those hateful bastards, including that slut Aresia! You all have to pay the price! Pay a terrible price! "A manic storm of magic surged through the temple, affecting the storm that enveloped Wittholands.

That's right, the Magic Origin made a move, he released powerful magical energy, and even changed the weather, and at the same time, he also used spatial magic, forming an absolute defensive barrier!

In order to wreak havoc on those damn invaders, he planned to use the storm to hide that energy-hungry spatial magic defense barrier, or super huge spatial rift.

It's just that what he didn't know was that he worked hard to deploy the killing game, and in the end he only shot down three B-52 bombers.

"Long live the Origin of Magic! Your light shines on the demons! Victory will be ours in the end! A group of demon officers reverently knelt down in front of the magic origin, bowing their heads and singing harmony.

Once upon a time, they even had the illusion that the source of magic had completely failed. But the facts proved to them that the powerful, invincible magic origin was still strong enough to be beyond their comprehension!

"Stand down!" It didn't seem to have the idea of showing off his means, and the magic source just faintly drank back from the subordinates in front of him.

When everyone had withdrawn from the main hall, the human form formed by the magic origin energy began to be irregularly restless: "Forced to use such a powerful magic ...... Am I going to be swallowed up by the power of the laws of nature......"