The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start over.

That had exactly the right beauty to call it a super giant flying dragon.

I wonder if a hundred meters from the end of the wing to the end is superior. It's like a flying ship, no walls. That would be the legendary Formido for sure. Its presence is not half.

Oh, my God, such a giant object can fly through the sky. The other guy is too big, and this one feels extra small.

Gun and one, the wind blows just by wings. The wrong angle to approach might get you caught in the wind and lose control of your fuselage.

It's not hard to hit so big, but would Thunder Cannon work for you? I don't know how hard his outer skin is, but I get the impression that it doesn't seem to work very well.

I prepared a guided blast bomb (missile) for a time like this, but I wasn't sure. Well, if one or two shots doesn't work, just tap in.

"All units, prepare the injection bullets. Goal, Formido!

I gave the instructions. Six blast rounds remain on Trovaon, a love machine. Falke has only used the first shot so I still have two shots at a time. Draken is equipped with six shots, but you haven't used them except for the first one. Two simultaneous rounds of each aircraft, a total of 20 rounds, will be able to be knocked in.

"Don't hit too big a target to afford it"

I heard a voice similar to Mr. Bell's light mouth.

"So, where do I aim?

"How about I put a tight bullet in your face?

It's the front anyway. If you say so. 'All right, let's do that,' Mr. Bell said of the ride.

Navigation rewards lock-on. I pushed the button on the joystick.

"Trovaon one, fire!

Injection bullets erupted fire and left the fuselage. In turn, bureaucratic aircraft fired blast bullets. A steel spear stretches to Formido, pulling white smoke.

That's all a big figure. I stared at the blast bomb trail and waited for the moment.

Landing. Twenty fireworks blossomed on the heads, torso and wings of supermassive flying dragons.

The scream shook the atmosphere. After all, how far would Formido's cry have sounded? Cockpit canopy. The roar you heard. But giant flying dragons don't fall!

'Doesn't work......!?

Surprising voice of Early. Marcus also said, 'You must have hit it!' I raised my voice. Mr Bell said.

'What do you think, Jin?

"I'm pretty sure I hit it"

but I didn't know you wouldn't even eat 20 rounds and flutter. But I could see that part of the outer skin flew due to the explosion. If the smoke clears, the spot of the hit appears to have bled and become red.

"I guess it exploded on the surface without piercing the outer skin..."

Not that it didn't work at all, but it naturally makes a difference between exploding on the surface and the damage it does when it explodes inside through the meat.

Insufficient penetration, you mean? I guess that means you have a hard outer skin.

"Then your next hand will be a one-point, focused attack."

Target the area that is likely to be a steep point, or hit it with one shot and blow off the outer skin to keep standing where the meat has burst out.

"Jin!"

Early's warning-like voice.

Front, I put my foot down so Formido could land. It was like standing on two legs, but the wings remained winged - it was still in the air like helicopter hovering. Its huge eyes stare at this one.

"Each plane, pay attention, something's going to set you up!

At the next moment, Formido winged very hard. Are you gonna beat the breeze out of me!?

"Spread out!

He was screaming. Ten fighters avoid the front and take evasive action in all directions. Leaving it for a few moments, it oscillated as if the fuselage had eaten a shock wave. Seatbelts were on, but it was shaking as if we had encountered a light earthquake.

Here, look at the display and check the damage caused by the navigation. - No abnormalities. I was just stirred up by the wind.

"Has anyone got hit!?

Called in confirmation, each returned a report of no damage. I would have been blown away if I had eaten it alive. That's the legendary Fei Long, he can't be a glimmer.

"Each aircraft, rise! Follow me!

Full throttle open. Accelerating trovaon takes altitude. Early's No. 2, Marcus, continues, with Mr. Bell custom, Draken and Falke forming rows to track.

Formido returns to his original flight posture and resumes southbound. Oh, you think you did something to us with the current storm? Or is it not in your eyes anymore?

After taking some altitude, flip the fuselage and swirl. And descend towards Formido's back. I'm driven by the urge to punch the remnants together, but he's patient. With a one-point intensive attack, the first thing you need to do is knock it off.

"Each aircraft is more likely than the Trovaon Leader to be a blast bomb attack. The right wing of Formido, aim at its base. I'll hit it first, so the sequester goes for it and strikes!

Copy that.

My sight is already full of Formido giants as I receive my buddies' replies. Even though the distance is shrinking, why is it decadent?

"Tips for exorcising Wyburn. If you say you need two wings to fly in the sky, just tap one of them and break it -"

Lock on. Missile fire!

"I can't keep flying, I'm going to crash!

A blast bullet pulled a white tail from the armory (Weapon Bay) under the rear of Trovaon and dropped it. I'm approaching, so I wake my neck so I don't get caught in the impact of the explosion.

At the base of Formido's wings - if you compare it to a human, a missile lands on the shoulder connecting his arms, sprinkling his outer skin and just a little flesh, blood.

Turn around as you take the exit manoeuvre, the Early aircraft fires a blast bullet, causing it to accurately hit the swollen Formido wound. Going through the meat, exploding deeper splashed more flesh pieces, and the supermassive flying dragon raised its voice like crazy.

It hurts to be salted to the wound. It hurts a lot.

Relentlessly marcus aircraft there, slamming missiles at the base of the right wing, which became a steep point for Mr. Bell's Draken Custom and Formido.

I shredded the meat, cracked the bones, and crushed them.

Todome's explosion completely severed his right feather and Formido plunged that giant, quickly clashing to the ground.

The earth shakes flashly, and soil smoke rises. The body of the supergiant flying dragon eventually stopped as it scraped the surface to slip and plunged itself into it.

The roar of a tree spirits. He's still alive!

"What do we do, Jin? We've got zero left in the blast!

Mr Bell said. Even Trovaon, equipped with ten injection rounds, has two shots left. Falke, of course, is running out of drakens.

"Can you defeat that one with six more shots?

Early said anxiously too, but I shook my neck sideways while no one was watching. You won't be able to, in a missile.

"But you don't need a blast bullet anymore."

I descend the fuselage slowly on a stand-alone plane. On the ground, we approach Formido, where resentment and screaming are heard.

"If you fall to the ground, you don't have to be a fighter."

Slow down, aerial stillness with floating magic. Opening the canopy, a raw, warm breeze blew in. When I removed my seat belt and removed the DC rod from storage, I pointed its tip at the supermassive flying dragon.

Magic charge. A vast amount of light converges ahead of the wand.

"Flying dragons that can't fly, they're just targets."

Light Sweeping Magic Vanishing Ray. A light that could never be removed burst into Formido.