Wyburn herd. Lightly over ten meters long, there will also be twenty meters in terms of width. The empty lizards are going south, divided into three groups.
Ten in the target first group, nine in the second group and eleven in the trailing third group.
Target the first group in the lead first. Me and you, we're pushing from the front, so we'll all collide.
There is an iron rule that fighters don't shoot each other from the front, but they don't care much because they're not fighters. Whatever it is, Wyburn doesn't have the flying gear to shoot him in the front.
Each aircraft, a guided projectile (missile), is used one shot at a time to attack. If ten planes fire one shot at a time, if not removed, then the first group will be wiped out.
Here's how the induction works. Navigation on board the fuselage transfers the target captured with the Magic Radar to the missile's guidance device. This guiding device is also a copy core, controlling missiles, guiding and clashing against locked opponents.
All the things that make computers do in my world are outfits that are pushing them to the copycore. What, even the other side is letting the machine do it all?
Navigation rewards Wyburn for locking on. Navigation connected by tactical link informs you that the allied plane has been locked on.
"All planes, fire missiles!
I thumbed down the missile firing button on the joystick. An inductive ejection bullet mounted on Trovaon's right wing was detached by one shot, and at the next moment it flew, pulling the ejection flame and smoke.
Ten missiles fired from ten fighters approach Wyburn Group I. A moment of tension. Aren't the flying dragons trying to evade suddenly in response to a missile coming from the front?
Those Wyburns shifted their heads. Then change the direction of the body. I noticed a flying body rushing at speed. I perceive collisions as they are, I take evasive manoeuvres, but it's too late!
By turning sideways, a missile hitting the torso, not the head, explodes in its body. A direct hit flying dragon unfortunately disperses in the air, or falls as its wings are blown away and stirred.
Seven, eight... nine, ten! The missile exploded either directly or in the vicinity of all bullets to the body of the flying dragon. Approximately half of the individuals are shattered and the rest are lost and crashed like they were devoured of parts of their bodies and wings.
Some guy didn't die instantly...... Some will fall and die a collision as it is, but there may be a guy who will survive.
but he's flying now. Ten heads in a row were raised to the Blood Festival, which made the other Fei Dragons move hastily.
"From Trovaon Leader, to Draken, Falke teams. First formation of Draken and Falke attack the second enemy group. Trovaon and Falke 2nd formation take on the 3rd group!
Copy that, Trovaon Leader.
"Understood, Trovaon.... Gin, isn't that more of you?
"If you think so, you can just clean up and help me out, okay?
Beyond the reading, Mr. Bell laughed.
Ten fighters split into two hands. The Fei Dragons also face this way to show their confrontation posture. That's the fierce (why) demon of the sky. Don't you freak out to that extent?
"Prepare each Trovaon aircraft, missile number two. Three shots at once. Navigation, simultaneous lock to multiple targets!
Copy that.
Navigation enters the lock-on itinerary again. Now aim for three flying dragons at the same time. Tactical links shall also be made to ensure that neither aircraft two nor three are targeted.
That's nine heads. There are two Falke aircraft on board, but this one won't let you shoot a missile. Because of the small aircraft, we can't build up to three missiles, and the rest are two. Meanwhile, Trovaon is equipped with a total of six shots in the wing and four in the intratorso Weapon Bay for a total of ten shots.
Gungung distance approaches. They're facing each other, so they're fast approaching. If we get too close, there's also a chance that the missile will slip away before it hits the course. I can't bring it.
Lock-on. Inductive Injection Bullet - Demon Stone Warhead Missile, Fire!
Following me, Early, the Marcus machine also fired a blast bullet. Straight ahead, Wyburn eats a missile from the front and gets his head pierced and blows up. Three, four heads and pulling smoke without reaching us, wrapping blood around them and falling off. Wyburn, who was behind the group, tried to escape, but about three more heads are inevitably destroyed.
but both heads seem to have succeeded in sending a direct missile strike. The third group consists of four heads, including two that were not targeted from the beginning.
It was already close to the distance between the eyes and the nose on both sides. Missiles are too close to hit when locked.
"I'm going straight through this! Go on!"
I call on the Magic Communicator. Trovaon, and two Falke planes thrust through Wyburn's day at full speed. The wings of the flying dragon seemed to blur the proximity, but it's actually not that critical.
Magical communication from Marcus echoes in my ear.
They're going around the back! You don't swirl!?
"You don't have to bother doing it in response to a fight! Shake it off!"
I can roar. 'But...!' To Marcus, I continued.
"Think of us as cavalry. One blow away!
Trovaon is a fighter who can also fight in the air (dogfights), but Wyburn, a creature, is better at small circles. Speed, on the other hand, lightly outweighs Wyburn. It's much easier to be thorough with a single blow away than challenging a swirling fight.
Fei dragons coming after me. He says it's more advantageous to stay behind in air warfare, but Wyburn is not afraid if he doesn't get caught up because he doesn't have the flying tools.
"Falke 3, 4. Moving on to a flight per formation. Hit and beat away from the guy who showed the gap"
Copy that, Trovaon Leader.
Two Falke planes turn their necks in a different direction from our Trovaon platoon. Okay, well, the Wyburn that's coming after me...
As I keep an eye on the enemy's movements, the two of them give up tracking, but the two of them are coming after us. Nevertheless, the distance is opening, so I would give up immediately... before that, Falke 3 and 4, who saw no chaser, swirled and mounted behind the enemy after us, showered the Thunder Cannon. A violet-like electric bullet wears Wyburn's torso, tears his wings apart, and hits him off.
Enemy Flying Dragon, Exclusion
"Good job, Falke3, Falke4"
We, Trovaon Platoon, turn back to the battlefield. Two Wyburns giving up tracking are going right and left.
"Trovaon 2, 3. Finish them off. One blow away. I'll cover it."
Assign it to a bureaucratic plane just to let it do it. The mounted Thunder Cannon erupted when Early, and Marcus' Trovaon, stuck from the side of Wyburn to the rear.
But Wyburn also picked up speed trying to shake it off because he felt dangerous again. The first bullet just slipped off. Make a series of attacks before they overtake you - the two strike each Wyburn again as I watch...
An electric bullet from the Early aircraft shot through the base of Wyburn's wing. A flying dragon falling out of balance. It was impossible to return without losing a single wing, and he was slapped to the ground as it was and desperate.
"Nice shot, Early!
Well, Marcus... this one shot down a single Wyburn. But the speed is slowing down. He's slowing down so we don't get past him.
"Good Kill, Marcus. But don't slow down too much. If there are any other enemies, they'll be after us."
'Oh, I'm sorry. But I almost got over it. I'm gonna miss the paperwork.'
"That's when the cover's on. Losing speed in the air is self-destructive."
Glad you didn't have another Fei Long nearby, really.
The third enemy group was wiped out. The second group the Bells are dealing with... hey, we're almost done here. Mr. Bell's Draken Custom was chasing around the last Wyburn to turn it into a mince.
That's a magic blade equipped for the main wing. A serious air combat weapon in a fighter jet that rips enemies apart with an unmistakable slash. I dropped off my gear because of the higher risk of an air collision... Well, it's Mr. Bell.
Either way, is this going to wipe out the Fei Long? But shortly after the relief, the magic comms made a noise.
"Trovaon Leader. This is Hawk 7. Discover a giant flying body heading south. Unconfirmed, estimated from size, formido likely '