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Kallion was wearing an extremely sophisticated Druch hunting suit. He spread his hands flat, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and had a smile that asked for a beating on his lips. His whole body exuded an unignorable provocation.

That look was so annoying, it seemed like it was tailor-made to irritate people.

Tiktato stood not far away, his crown flashing wildly in anger, like a string of out-of-control revolving lights. He stamped his feet in anger, muttering something, not knowing whether he was cursing or suppressing his anger, and his tail had already unconsciously lashed the deck, wanting to rush up and hammer that hateful smiling face into the deck.

This kind of scene is actually not the first time it has happened.

Since they left the continent of Lustria, this absurd two-person drama has become an almost daily routine throughout the voyage, and they never get tired of it.

In the distance, Chupakoko was lazily lying on a rattan lounge chair, the sun shining on his skin, giving it a soft glow. He had no reaction to all this, not even bothering to lift his eyelids. He knew too well that these fights seemed intense, but in fact they were very well controlled, and even if they really broke out, nothing serious would happen. Moreover, for Kalyon, this provocation had almost become a kind of pleasure, a ritual, and an extension of the strange tacit understanding between him and Tiktato.

As expected, Kalyon felt that it was not exciting enough, so he raised his finger and tapped the mask hanging on his forehead with a wicked smile on his face. He knew that this trick had never failed and worked every time.

Tiktato's rage instantly exploded, and he roared and pounced forward!
But there was no collision or fighting as expected. In that split second, Kallion accurately clamped his arms, and Tiktato also locked Kallion's arms with his backhand.

next second...

The Elf and the Skink spun and leaped on the spot, their postures so exaggerated that they looked like they were performing a ridiculous ritual dance. Tiktato kept jumping up and down, avoiding the tripping kicks that Kaleen was waiting for. He was already used to the opponent's routine. At the same time, his powerful tail also whipped Kaleen's supporting legs accurately, like the drum beats of some strange rhythm.

"It's so boring."

In the distance, Sesin-Hal stood by the railing, her tone mixed with a hint of undisguised contempt and a hint of expectation. She said she disliked it, but every time these two strangely matched people played out this kind of scene, she was always the first one to rush over to watch.

The Twilight sisters stood quietly by, their expressions as calm as ever. They just looked at each other, sighed at the same time, and shook their heads slightly, as if to say: Here we go again.

The Aslai and falcons who were watching did not say a word. Only Tiktato's loyal followers were excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They shouted and cheered in unison. The atmosphere was like some kind of festival, very lively and bustling.

However, just as everyone was laughing and joking, something strange happened.

The air suddenly became stagnant, as if some ancient and huge existence was slowly awakening in the distant seabed. The oppressive feeling was indescribable, and it made everyone present feel nervous, as if their hearts were being squeezed. The sunlight was suddenly swallowed by the heavy shadow, and the sky became gloomy in an instant.

Chupakoko, who was sitting on the recliner, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze went straight to the sky, his pupils shrank sharply, and the next moment, he sat up straight with an unprecedented solemn expression, he felt... something familiar yet strange was approaching.

An invisible ripple came silently across the sea, bringing a shuddering omen. The hull of the Great Eastern class cruise ship suddenly shook, making a low hum, as if responding to some kind of awakening, it was trembling and whispering.

Tiktato and Kallion immediately let go, the joking look on their faces had long since disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of alertness, they looked around, trying to grasp the direction of the source of the uneasiness.

The originally bustling deck suddenly became silent, and everyone sensed the strange atmosphere.

At this critical point of silence, a thick water column suddenly rose from the sea surface, as deafening as the roar of a giant dragon. The water column spun and whistled, condensing in mid-air, and finally turned into a tall sea element standing on the sea surface, with water flowing through its body, shining with a faint blue light.

Then the second one, and then the third one...

These sea elements did not make any attacking moves. They only stayed on the sea surface for a short moment before diving back into the deep sea one after another. Their bodies merged with the waves, as if they had never appeared. However, this scene made everyone realize very clearly that this was not an illusion, nor was it some kind of ritual display, but a precursor.

This is the signal to attack.

Kallion patted Tiktato's shoulder gently, his expression no longer joking, only tacit understanding. Tiktato also gave him a thumbs up without hesitation, which was a greeting between warriors, and it could convey mutual trust and respect without saying much.

The next moment, Tiktato turned around abruptly and shouted to his men to take their positions. His hissing and clacking voice resounded across the entire deck like thunder. In an instant, the flying squadron quickly assembled and rushed to their battle positions. Their movements were so smooth that they seemed to have been practiced thousands of times.

Kaleen turned around calmly and walked towards the pterosaur that was waiting. It was a pterosaur covered in gray, with sharp eyes and a streamlined flying saddle on its back, which was specially modified for rapid takeoff and landing and stability in the air.

He had no conflicts with Tiktatto, nor any deep hatred. It was just that Tiktatto had shamelessly asked him for the mask many times but failed, and that he had lost the competition in the Lens City in a ridiculous way.

In fact, there was a time when Kallion actually thought about giving the mask to Tiktatto. It was only for a moment, but he meant it.

But he didn't do that in the end, because this mask was not only important to Tiktato, but also of great significance to him. This mask was a trophy he obtained when he accompanied Dacus on an adventure. It was the crystallization of wisdom and courage, and it also carried memories and beliefs. He had even decided to give this mask as a family heirloom to his son who was still in the teething period, so that the next generation could see his father's footprints and glory in the mask.

Over the years, Kalyon has lived a leisurely and free life.

After the new era came, he went to mate with Aredel, and when everything was ready, he still insisted on staying with Dacus as usual and refused any transfer.

His reasoning never changed: wherever Dacus was, there he was.

So he became a non-staff member without a clear job title, but in fact he was everywhere. Occasionally he would accompany the action team to perform some difficult tasks, occasionally he would accompany Bel-Ahor when he went out as a guard and middleman, and occasionally he would go to the academy to help out.

The most commendable thing in these years was that he went north to find the Lema beast four times. There was no fifth time, because he brought the Lema beast back to Naggarond four times, and he became the headline of the news at that time. This made other tamers think that he was the champion of Anes Lema, and in fact, he was, because Lakas was dead.

After that, Caerleon resumed his slacking mode again, until Darkius sent him to the continent of Lustria, and from there to Elsin Arwen.

There is no doubt that he is very suitable for this task. He is fluent in Lizardman language and has dealt with Ainir and Asrai before. He is not only good at language skills, but also good at handling relationships between all parties. He is a very good coordinator.

As for the "Lord of the Heavens" Tiktatto and his flying squadron?

They were originally transferred to Conquata for defense. In recent years, Norse dragon ships have frequently appeared near the coast of Albion, trying to spy on the secrets behind the fog. The most effective way to deal with the dragon ships is the dive bombing of the flying troops.

However, plans can never keep up with changes.

After some seemingly careless but actually ingenious lobbying by Kallion and Chupakoko, the Slann magic priest on board finally made the decision and approved this tactical adjustment. Kallion even brought up Daquus, saying that he was recently researching dive bombing, and this was a perfect opportunity to experiment.

From a strategic point of view, the pressure on Obion's side was not that severe. The dragon boats did harass frequently, but it was far from being impossible to cope with. Patiktato went there to practice and gain practical experience.

Tiktato and about two-thirds of his squadron were temporarily transferred to join the battle, while the rest continued to garrison in Conquatta as originally planned.

As for Chupa Coco, it’s even simpler.

He was just tired of staying in Chapeiuto and wanted to go out for a walk, take this opportunity to visit Elsin Alvin, and then go to Ulthuan, and then return to Chapeiuto by ship. At this moment, Kallion was making the final preparations before taking off.

He first checked his owl crossbow, and he checked it very carefully, not missing any buckle or parts. After the inspection, he turned to the side and checked the pterosaur's rigging, the leather reins, the claw hanger, the flight straps, and the left and right stabilizers. His movements were skillful and there was no redundancy, which showed his rich experience.

When he confirmed that the last knot was not loose, he turned over and jumped, riding lightly on the back of the pterosaur. The action was done in one go, as if completing a daily ritual.

Then, two Skink ground crews approached quietly, and they tacitly hung a fuel bomb on the pterosaur's claws. The shell of the fuel bomb was dark green and shaped like a coconut, but it contained seeds of fire and destruction, and it would explode violently once it hit the target.

When everything was ready, he did not blow his hunting horn, because hunting horns are used to spread fear and catch giant beasts.

And now, they are not going hunting, but fighting.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the Twilight sisters in the distance. They stood side by side, like stars in the night sky. He raised his hand and gave them a thumbs up.

It is a silent signal, a confirmation, and a commitment.

The next second, the pterosaur flapped its wings suddenly under his control and leaped into the sky!
They did not take off one after another like the planes at the airport or on an aircraft carrier. Instead, they were like pigeons released at some festival. The prepared pterosaurs could not wait to soar into the sky in a huge crowd, like a gust of wind sweeping away all the clouds. There was order in the chaos.

However, the strange thing was that despite the chaos and grandeur of the scene, there was no collision or chaos. This complex coordination was deeply rooted in their blood, and the pterosaurs instinctively maintained their formation and altitude.

When the deck was cleared, Sesin-Hal in dragon form came to the center of the deck, and with a roar, his body suddenly grew in size!
Like a green flame burning in the night sky, she transformed from a dragonborn into a majestic dragon. When the Twilight sisters were in place, she took heavy steps on all fours to run, her giant wings stirred up violent air currents in the air, flapping the sea breeze and lifting the flags on the deck. The wooden deck creaked under her footsteps and was about to crack at any time, but in the end, it did not collapse and supported her takeoff.

At the same time, in the cruise ship's control room, Captain Telankar was watching the whole process.

With the advent of a new era, he seized the opportunity and was no longer an unknown sailor. After successfully graduating from college, he became a trainee captain. With the increase of experience and qualifications, he has now become the captain of a cruise ship.

The wave of the new era pushed him forward, and he seized the edge of the wave.

His eyes were calm as he followed the trajectory of Sesin-Hal's rise into the sky, then he looked at the dense group of pterosaurs in the sky and another forest dragon, Berg Schoen.

The dragons formed a stunning aerial formation, but he showed no surprise at all, for he had seen far more ferocious ones in Naggaroth.

In this airspace, in addition to Berg-Schuen and Sesin-Hal, there is another forest dragon - Merano.

Her companions are Terra's brother, Elendro, known as the "Dragon Rider", the fourth is Asrai, who can ride a forest dragon, Indra, and the Twilight sisters. He ranks fourth, no problem. (Chapter 478)
Back when Dacreus was still wandering around Athel Loren, Meranor was just a newly opened female dragon, the size of a full-grown forest cat, with soft scales still on her body and a curled tail.

As time goes by, although Merano has grown dozens of times larger, she is still not as huge as those real dragons.

Unlike griffins, dragons have a long growth cycle.

She was tall but still skinny, and could barely carry the weight of her partner, Ellandro. Taking off was not easy, and diving required caution. But all this was not important, at least for this battle, she was not here to kill.

According to the battle plan, Merano and Elandro would not take the initiative to join the battle. Their duties were to overlook, observe, and learn. Located at the top of the air force formation, they had to look down at the mountains like eagles, gain insight into the overall situation of the battle, and feel how those behemoths and knights wrote the rules of the sky in the war.

Just as the forest dragons and pterosaurs took off into the sky and rose to higher altitudes, the Druchi fleet was not to be outdone.

Twenty-six assault ships began to take off in an orderly manner. These ships produced on the assembly line have sharp corners and sharp lines, and every inch of the ship is engraved with the will to hunt. The assault ships are positioned for fast maneuvering and low-altitude cover. They will cruise over the sea, eliminate potential threatening targets, and build a flexible and deadly low-altitude defense line for the entire fleet.

However, the sky did not remain calm.

The air force of the combined fleet continued to take off, with giant eagles, griffins, and falcons carrying their Asrai, Ainel, and Asur companions into the air, drawing sharp arcs in the sea breeze. They quickly passed over the fleet in formation, and finally pulled back and circled at the tail of the fleet.

Their mission was different from the previous two. It was not a cruise, nor a direct confrontation. Instead, they would dive and hunt under the cover of the Sky-Slayer and the Falcon Cavalry, or what is called - hitting the drowning dog. Once the ships were destroyed, they would harvest the battlefield like a sickle and clean up the remaining soldiers.

And beneath all these awe-inspiring aerial deployments, magic was also quietly dancing on the sea and on the decks.

The spellcasters did not rest, but pushed the rhythm of the battlefield to a climax with the stirring of spells. After the sea element, the wind element was summoned.

At first, the wind appeared as nothing more than an unusual air current, but as the chanting deepened, it gradually materialized, forming hurricanes that twisted and swirled like water whirlpools. These whirlwinds were not violent, but delicate as dancers, embedded in the fleet array, flowing slowly on both sides of the hull. They seemed to have consciousness, accurately adjusting the wind direction and speed, allowing the ships to glide on the sea more quickly and more stably as if they had invisible wings.

At the same time, another strategically significant magic begins to take effect - the Armor of Matheran.

Originally a shield for light sloops, protecting the hull from arrows and debris but leaving the crew and rigging unprotected, in the hands of these legendary spellcasters, it has become far more powerful than its original purpose.

In front of the array, the three cruise ships were the first to be completely covered. The entire ship was wrapped in a layer of faintly glowing blue-purple light film, which was a kind of energy as quiet and tense as the deep sea. Unlike ordinary shields, it can automatically adjust the protection center of gravity according to the incoming attack. Long-range arrows, magic missiles, and air-breaking axes and spears - no matter where the attack comes from, it will be eliminated before it touches the shield.

More importantly, with the enhanced version of the Matheran Armor, even the originally unprotected rigging and crew were included in the scope of protection. Once impacted, the protective barrier would prioritize the resolution of kinetic impact rather than simple magic weakening, which allowed the entire fleet to be reborn while on the move, with a qualitative leap in both defense and survivability.

All kinds of buffs were applied as if they were free. If it weren't for the air force, a storm would have appeared. If it weren't for the fact that there were no sea dragons in this area...

Under this magnificent music woven together by magic and steel, the sailors and soldiers on each ship were ready for battle, or had completed their pre-match warm-ups.

In the sky, when the pterosaur squadrons were in position, Kaerion was still climbing. The pterosaurs flapped their wings vigorously, and the movements of cutting through the clouds were steady and skillful, as if this was a daily flight patrol, not a strategic deployment before a war.

He lowered his head slightly, looked down, then raised his head again and looked at the increasingly vast sky.

In fact, he did not treat the Slann Demon Priest perfunctorily.

He had heard Dacus mention dive bombing more than once, and he could sense that Dacus had a fascination with dive bombing, as if it was not just a simple tactic, but an obsession, a declaration of dominance over the skies. He had heard Dacus describe the wonderful rhythm of rapidly diving from high altitude and dropping bombs to defeat the enemy's front in the shortest possible time, as if he was not talking about battle, but about art - a destructive art.

He could clearly sense that what Dacus said was completely inconsistent with his understanding, but this did not prevent him from playing his role well. This time, although he was equipped with bombs, he did not intend to personally charge into the battlefield. His mission was not to destroy, but to gain insight and evaluation.

His pterosaur was still rising, the air was gradually becoming thinner, and the cold penetrated his skin through the gaps in his armor and leather clothes. He did not urge the pterosaur, but just steadily controlled the rhythm until he reached the ideal height.

Then, he saw it. (End of this chapter)