Chapter 168 Reinforcements. (3)

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Inside the fighter bay, rows of sleek, gray fighters hummed with power, their engines already warmed and prepped for launch. The pilots, clad in advanced flight suits, strapped themselves in, their faces lit with determination. The leader of the first wing has his fighter painted bright red to distinguish him from the others, grinned as he flicked on his comms. "Alright, you heard the saint! It's time to show these oversized guppies what the Imperial Wings are made of!" The other pilots cheered over the comms as their engines roared to life, the metallic hum reverberating through the bay. The green light flashed on their screens, signaling clearance for takeoff. "Go, go, go!" the officer's voice echoed through the speakers. With a deafening roar, the fighters launched from the carrier, one after another, their thrusters igniting in streaks of blue flame. The ships shot into the skies, sleek and deadly, their forms reminiscent of the old fighter planes of humanity's past but updated with cutting-edge technology for space and atmospheric warfare. The red leader led the charge, his voice booming through the communications. "Form up! We're taking the fight to them!" "Wing Three and Wing Four, divert immediately to support Destroyer Number Four! Wing Two, stay with me and follow my lead!" The red leader shouted through the communicator, his voice sharp and unwavering amidst the chaos. "Understood!" the leaders of the other wings responded in unison, their voices filled with determination as they broke formation, guiding their squadrons toward their assigned objectives. The red leader's eyes narrowed as the swarm of flying beasts came into view, their alien forms twisting and flailing as they relentlessly harassed Destroyer Number Four. "We're almost in missile range!" he shouted. "Prepare to fire the first volley! Be ready to light these bastards up!" The moment his fighter's targeting system pinged the green light, he gave the command. "Launch the fireworks!" A symphony of smoke trails streaked across the sky as dozens of missiles erupted from the fighters, their sleek forms arcing toward the swarm of beasts. The creatures screeched in disarray, their movements becoming frantic as they attempted to dodge the incoming barrage. But the missiles weren't ordinary projectiles. Developed by Cleo herself, each missile was equipped with a basic AI guidance system. Even as the beasts twisted and dove to evade, the missiles recalibrated mid-flight, locking onto nearby targets with ruthless precision. They wouldn't stop until their targets were destroyed or until their fuel ran dry and these missiles had enough fuel for an hour of high-speed pursuit. Explosions rippled through the air as the missiles found their marks, tearing into the swarm with devastating effect. Several beasts were engulfed in fire and smoke, their charred remains plummeting toward the ocean below. Others were left wounded, shrieking in pain as the missiles continued to hound them. "Good hits, everyone!" the red leader shouted over the communications. "Second Wing, take the high ground and prepare for a diving assault! First Wing, stick with me!" But the battle had devolved into a brutal game of endurance, one where both the massive beast and the destroyers themselves were on the verge of collapse. He barely had time to process the worsening situation when a shadow loomed in front of him. His heart sank as his cockpit alarms blared, the towering form of a Tier 2 beast had appeared, its massive tentacles spreading wide to ensnare him. Time seemed to stretch, slowing to a crawl. The red leader's eyes widened as he realized the full gravity of his mistake. He had gotten too distracted watching the battlefield, and now he was staring death in the face. The tentacles shot toward him, closing in from every direction like a deadly cage. There was no way out. No room to maneuver. "This is it," he thought, his grip tightening on the controls. "The Ace of humanity's fighters is about to go down." But just as the tentacles were about to crush him, a flash of radiant light split the sky with a powerful wind. Golden swords, dozens of them, rained down from the heavens. Each blade shimmered with an otherworldly brilliance, slicing through the air at impossible speeds. One of the swords struck the Tier 2 beast squarely in its body, detonating with a powerful shockwave that sent the creature spiraling downward, its screech drowned out by the roar of the impact. The red leader blinked in shock. It had happened so fast, he hadn't even processed what had saved him. "What the actual fuck?" he muttered, his voice shaky as his fighter steadied itself. More golden swords rained from above, piercing through the flying beasts that surrounded the destroyers. Each blade struck with unerring accuracy, severing wings, cutting through armor-like scales, and leaving destruction in their wake. What stunned the red leader even more was what followed, the swords didn't simply vanish after their strikes. They returned, spinning gracefully through the air, back toward a single source. He squinted, his cockpit HUD tracing the trajectory of one of the swords as it disappeared into a cloudbank. His curiosity pushed him to follow it, and what he saw behind the clouds nearly made his jaw drop. Emerging from the mist was a massive, gleaming figure, a white and gold giant mecha. Its design was unlike anything he had ever seen, impossibly advanced and radiating a divine energy that was both awe-inspiring and intimidating. The mecha's enormous wings stretched out for several meters, each metallic feather gleaming with light. In its right hand, it held a colossal sword, the blade practically humming with a menacing energy. And behind the mecha, there was an enormous golden halo, pulsating with light. From the halo, the golden swords emerged, shooting outward like divine arrows of judgment before returning to their source. The red leader could do nothing but stare in awe as the mecha moved. Its movements were impossibly fluid for something so massive, each step and flap of its wings radiating power. Then, the mecha turned its head, and the red leader froze as its glowing, silver eyes locked onto his fighter. The mecha nodded once, a simple yet commanding gesture. The red leader felt a shiver run down his spine as he instinctively nodded back. Then, with a powerful flap of its wings, the mecha shot downward like a falling comet, its target was clear, the Tier 4 beast.

Chapter 168 Reinforcements. (3)

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