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The swooping of the fourteen red dragons began simultaneously.

In that instant, the sky seemed to be torn open with a huge gash, and flames and roars poured down. Countless rays of light were reflected by the armor plates, creating an illusion of a sea of ​​fire, and the air was ignited by their scorching airflow, forming one crimson trail after another.

Of course, there was one exception. She didn't immediately plunge into the near-sky-burning rage, but instead slowly descended in a spiral. She seemed to be observing, or perhaps brewing something, elegant yet imposing, as if waiting for the perfect moment.

Springtwin is paired with Begg Shurn and Cecin Hal; Ashdaron and Calledall are paired with "Terrible" Malatex; "Majestic" Skurex is paired with Azogalon and Ibas; Kudnos and Carmine are paired with "Mother of Dragons" Modax.

The fourteen red dragons were organized into four three-dragon combat groups. The flight posture, speed, and dive angle of each group were incredibly precise, as if directed by an invisible hand. This is the benefit of frequent training...

Flames surged from the red dragon's wings, and the roaring wind and the dragon's cry blended into a symphony that shook the heavens and the earth.

"The Destroyer" Marok was alone. His situation seemed dangerous, but it wasn't dangerous at all, because Malekith was there. Unless Malekith lost his mind and went somewhere else after leaving Springtwin's back.

The only exception among the dragons was the "Sapphire Eye" Ibas.

Her appearance is always accompanied by raging storms and thunderous lightning. In the vast sky, she is like a violent storm, carrying destruction and boundless power. Her body is covered in azure scales, which shine brightly in the lightning, like a dazzling sapphire. When she spreads her wings and takes flight, the wind howls, lightning weaves around her, and the entire sky seems to be torn apart.

As a storm dragon, Ibas possesses unpredictable power. She likes to dive into the center of the most powerful thunderstorms, filling her scales with explosive charge, and then condensing that charge into lightning balls to fire at her enemies.

However, as the clouds and storm dissipated, her fighting power was greatly weakened. Without the protection of the storm, she was no longer the unstoppable wrath of the heavens, but a patient observer, a storm spirit awaiting orders.

Therefore, in the battle plan, she became a substitute. She would only swoop down to fill in if one of the four three-dragon combat groups encountered a special situation.

The battle plan was absolutely perfect.

If any of the fourteen dragons is injured, they can descend and enter the lagoon's mist. The dark clouds and storm in the sky have dissipated, but the magical mist on the lagoon's surface remains. That mist is like the entrance to an abyss; dare to venture in, and the seafood feast hidden within will surely make its appearance.

Without a doubt, the sight of thirteen giant dragons swooping down was spectacular.

This was not merely a dive, but a baptism of sight and spirit. Flames tumbled high in the sky, air currents twisted violently, and the roar of the dragon's wings beat like a thousand war drums, shaking the entire heavens.

Sunlight refracted through the armor plates, creating golden and crimson streaks that illuminated every trail. Each red dragon, like a falling comet, streaked across the sky with destructive speed.

The air swirled like flames along their descent path, and the whole world seemed to make way for them.

At least that's what Tolandil thought. He didn't participate in the battle; instead, he found a spot with an excellent view and began creating and drawing, recording this epic scene. As he painted, he would occasionally look up, so awestruck that even the tip of his pen trembled slightly.

Compared to the Red Dragons' dive-in entrance, the entrance of a large raiding ship was somewhat abstract, with the spellcasters operating the raiding ship playing a mock driving test.

Yes, driving test part five.

With the advent of the new era, the spellcaster training at Duruqi underwent a major overhaul, and operating raiders became a mandatory course; otherwise, graduation was impossible.

The subjects cover five areas. The first area is learning theoretical knowledge, which includes physics and magic, and is not much different from the first subject of the driver's license test.

The next four items are practical driving skills, starting with takeoff and landing, then flying, and then the intensity increases, like Quidditch in Harry Potter, where stunts are performed, such as hovering, turning, fast dives, steep turns, pendulum maneuvers, ground-skimming flight, winch operation maneuvers, etc., and the sky becomes a testing ground.

Now, the spellcasters were playing with spin, or leaf-like drifting, causing the raiding ships to descend slowly and controllably, like maple leaves or winged seeds. The raiding ships tumbled in the air, their reflective hulls cutting through light, each rotation like a shimmering blade. The motion was both dangerous and elegant, like black petals falling one by one onto the battlefield.

The objective is to lower the altitude in a controlled manner and then join the battle to provide cover and support for the Red Dragon.

Another small number of raiding ships obediently lowered their altitude, which was related to space, altitude, and tactics.

The sky may seem boundless, but in reality, it is finite.

Crowding together can easily lead to chaos. Order is even more stringent at high altitudes than on the ground; the slightest error can cause the entire formation to shatter like glass.

Tactically, some of the raiding ships should spread out to the outer ring, maintaining altitude to ensure they can dive during the pursuit. This is a formation that has been simulated countless times, calm, restrained, yet precise and deadly.

The swooping red dragons folded their enormous wings to their sides as much as possible to minimize air resistance, allowing gravity to pull them toward the ground at terrifying speeds. During this process, the air roared and shrieked due to the speed.

As the red dragons reached a height of three thousand, and as space appeared, the giant eagle Elahir, of the 'Bloodline of Tarion,' let out a piercing cry. It was a shout powerful enough to shake the air, carrying an ancient pride and wildness. The giant eagles and warfalcons, no longer dragging the Skybreaker, moved. The elven riders secured themselves to their companions' backs and activated their temporarily issued amulets. The aura of the amulets enveloped their bodies, as if stars had fallen between their armor plates.

The falcons adjusted their course, aiming towards the city's defenses in the vast ocean, a place empty, free of the approaching raiding ships. The wind whistled through their wings, cutting the air with sharp echoes. Then, they tightened their bodies, half-folding their wings to form a streamlined shape, and began their dive. At that moment, the entire sky seemed to be divided into countless flowing silver lines.

The body of a falcon is like a precision instrument meticulously designed for speed and control; it is lean, muscular, and devoid of excess fat, minimizing air resistance during a dive. Its feathers lie close to its body, particularly the feathers on its head and neck, which help guide airflow smoothly.

Furthermore, falcons possess hollow yet extremely strong skeletons, which reduce weight while ensuring the framework can withstand the immense stress generated during dives and pull-ups. It's a near-perfect evolutionary miracle, light enough to float in the wind, yet strong enough to withstand the brutal force of gravity. The highly developed sternum provides a solid attachment point for powerful flight muscles, and each wingbeat generates deafening air currents, as if the sky itself is resonating.

The nasal bone structure helps to divert high-speed airflow, allowing air to remain stable as it enters the lungs, ensuring normal breathing even at high speeds. That breathing is deep, like that of someone sweeping through a storm; it's the most primal breathing of life in its struggle against speed. During a dive, the nictitating membrane covers the eyeball, acting like a natural sports goggle, protecting the eyes from high-speed airflow while maintaining clear vision for aiming.

Their descent was like a brushstroke across the sky, and beneath that line lay rolling flames and impending clashes of fate. This was an epic being written in flames, the lines precise, the strokes frenzied.

At the same time, Tiktato led the Pterosaur formation to deploy its membrane wings and begin its dive.

Theoretically, they shouldn't be here, but the reality is what it is now. Between ideals and reality, there's always a layer of chaos and chance, and Chupakoko is clearly the lizard who can turn chance into a footnote.

Tiktato and his Pterodactyl squadron were originally assigned to defend Conquata. In recent years, Norscan dragonships have frequently appeared off the coast of Aubian, attempting to uncover the secrets behind the fog, and the most effective way to deal with the dragonships is through dive bombing by air units.

However, plans can never keep up with changes. Fate gently shifted the course of the pterosaur.

After a seemingly casual yet incredibly persuasive speech by Kalien and Chupakoko, the Sran priest on board finally made the final decision and approved the deployment adjustment.

So Tiktato and about two-thirds of his pterosaur squadron were temporarily reassigned to join the mission against the Greenskin fleet, while the rest continued to be stationed at Conquata as originally planned.

As for Chupacoco, that's even simpler.

He was tired of staying in Chapeyuto and wanted to get away for a while. He planned to take this opportunity to visit Elsin Alfvén and then Osuan, before returning to Chapeyuto by ship.

After the Greenskin fleet was destroyed, Chupakoko and Tiktato arrived in Lor'then and participated in a ceremony at the Temple of Asur. After the ceremony, they returned to Lor'then and remained there. Led by Kallien, they and the spirit lizards spent their days wandering around Lor'then, creating a spectacle more elaborate than the Phoenix King's procession. The Asur initially kept their distance, but later simply became accustomed to it.

As they prepared to return to Chapeyuto on Durucci's ship, they heard from Calien that Lorthorn might be under attack.

then……

In their own words, they swore to defend Umak to the death! Their vow was delivered with fervor and a distinctive high-pitched echo at the end. But really, they just wanted to see a spectacle and challenge the dragon to a duel. Darkus: ?
What could he say? Could he refute it? Could he stop it? And that's how things turned out.

Unlike the falcons, the pterosaur squadron led by Tiktato did not dive towards the vast ocean, but instead rushed towards the inland sea, accompanied by the griffin squadron and the giant eagles towing the Skybreaker.

While it's called a dive, there's a science to it. Descent at a high speed with an angle exceeding 45 degrees is a dive, as is descent at a high speed with an angle of 90 degrees, but the difference between them is like the difference between gliding and falling.

Unfortunately, tactically, the giant eagle, pterosaur, war falcon, and griffin were not the main force, never were, and never have been. Their mission was to be deployed in various directions during the battle, and then remain in the air as reserves.

They will only enter the battlefield and engage in combat when needed.

This need refers to filling the large pit when the Red Dragon and the raiding ship fleet are at a disadvantage in battle. At that moment, all tactics, order, and discipline disappear, replaced by a chaotic carnage driven by survival instincts.

If this situation does not occur, they will remain on standby until the dragons attempting to withdraw from the battlefield appear in or around their location, at which point they will move to intercept and pursue them.

Some of the Dragon Prince's judgments were correct; overall, Duruci employed a hammer-anvil tactic. The ground served as the anvil, holding the enemy in place before the hammer, positioned high above, slammed down.

Ancient, direct, and effective.

Specifically, the red dragons are used as heavy cavalry to charge into battle, dealing damage while attracting and entangled enemies, buying time. The raiding ships play the role of the main damage dealers, using ballistae, rams, and magic to deal damage once in position.

The key to victory lay in the sheer number of raiding ships and their deadly ballistae, far more effective than the beaks and claws of flying creatures or the weapons and magic of their riders. That precise, mechanized destruction was pure war logic, devoid of poetry, driven solely by efficiency.

Furthermore, the Red Dragon and the raiding ships cooperate; they have trained together, have manuals and procedures, and know how to operate in coordination. Even if a crossbow bolt accidentally hits the Red Dragon, it will be harmless, as the Red Dragon is encased in armor plating.

As long as it's not a twisting cannon, everything is fine.

But those flying creatures are different. When they fight together, a peculiar chemical reaction occurs. For example, when a red dragon and a raiding ship cooperate, they are black—no matter what they do, they are always black, steady, ruthless, and accurate.

When Red Dragons, Raiders, and flying creatures fight together, it becomes a chaotic mess, completely uncontrollable. Each unit has its own rhythm and fighting style, all overlapping together...

It's easy for a crossbow to hit a giant eagle attacking a dragon's back – such accidental hits are common. To avoid these, one might become hesitant and miss a precious opportunity.

The battlefield never allows for hesitation, so to avoid this situation, flying creatures are positioned like light cavalry. They are swift blades, the vanguard, the fluid of tactics, appearing at the right time and intercepting the enemy at the worst possible moment.

If the Red Dragon and the Raiders are the Hammer of Heaven, then these are the Blades of Wind.

The air above the lagoon was thick with heat and humidity. The dragon princes looked up and squinted unconsciously at the scene that was gradually tearing the sky apart, as if an invisible hand had lifted it up to reveal the breathtaking sky behind it.

That blinding light was the reflection of metal falling from the sky, the sharp edge of the assault ship's bow, and the blazing glow ignited by the sun.

Then, a deafening roar erupted.

It wasn't just sound; it was an echo that reverberated through the air and through the veins. Pterodactyls, griffins, giant eagles, and war falcons swooped down from the sky like a torrent. Their density was so high that it almost robbed the sky of its color, as if the entire firmament had been covered. The wind howled, and the sound of their wings flapping was like the beating of drums, wave after wave.

The red dragon swooping down at breakneck speed, and countless raiding ships...

The dragon princes' hearts pounded. Some gripped their lances tightly, while others reflexively drew their longswords. Although their weapons differed, their expressions were the same: mouths agape, faces contorted, and eyes flashing with horror and disbelief.

They saw the hammer, the hammer of destruction falling from the sky.

They saw the number, the number so dense it was almost despairing.

Sunlight, however, became the fuse that ignited this catastrophe.

Like the sunlight when you're playing football in the afternoon.

They knew the final moment had arrived.

That was the sound of fate's hammer, striking the heart of everyone.

As Springtwin plunged at high speed to 1,200 meters, he entered the third stage of his dive: the fatal braking and energy conversion.

This is the most crucial and also the most dangerous part of the entire operation.

At this moment, he must transform the kinetic and potential energy that has been accumulated to the limit into a controllable form within a very short time, otherwise he will be swallowed up by the power he created, fall into the lagoon, and become a joke and a case study.

His enormous wings suddenly unfurled, like thunder tearing through the sky, producing a deafening roar. It was the sound of his wingspan fully extended, followed by an overwhelming drag, like a giant curtain billowing in the wind, instantly ripping apart the raging speed. The air around him boiled and roared, forming a shockwave that rippled across the sky.

A violent impact followed, and all the muscles in the body were under tremendous pressure.

But the training, his physical structure, and the enhancements from his armor plates allowed him to withstand the attack. The runes on his armor plates lit up completely, and streams of light surged along his spine and wing bones, creating a reverse thrust and a buffering force field that gradually weakened the force of his dive.

But simply spreading your wings is not enough.

He had to adjust the wing angle immediately, which required extremely precise control.

Its wings billowed upwards in the storm, forming an extremely high angle of attack, much like the tail section of a fighter jet before landing. This converted some of the kinetic energy of the descent into lift, thus achieving extreme braking. At the same time, its long, strong tail, as strong as a steel cable, was also making subtle adjustments to its attitude, swinging, correcting, and counteracting aftershocks. The entire process was as precise as a machine, yet full of the power of flesh and blood.

In a matter of seconds, Springtwin dropped from 1,200 meters to 700 meters.

At 500 meters, his speed finally dropped to a controllable level. It was still terrifyingly fast, but fast enough for him to control the trajectory.

Then, he unfurled his powerful and rhythmic wings, each flap seemingly shattering the air, producing a deep resonance that provided stable lift and directional control. But instead of hovering, he swooped down like a falcon, exposing his vulnerable belly, towards a Silver Moon Dragon that was still trying to climb up at an altitude of 450 meters.

Darkus, who was on the dragon's back, opened his eyes and quickly released the clasps that secured him. The next second, the trident appeared in his hand.

Then, he disappeared.

The instant he vanished, Springtwin's eyes suddenly blazed with crimson light, and a fierce dragon breath roared out, a pillar of flame erupting from his mouth.

This is a signal, and also the prelude to destruction. (End of Chapter)