Chapter 709: The Giant Dragon in Fighter Jet Skin

The Eagle King suddenly joined the battle group, and Zorro, the captain of the Anti-Government Forces, seized the opportunity to turn the ambush into a perfect coordinated assault.

Caught off guard, the holy knight found himself in a dangerous situation and ultimately couldn’t turn the tide of defeat.

When he saw the Eagle King and the approaching missiles, he knew there was no way to avoid it.

Once the semi-special tier and special tier pilots seized an opportunity, they would unleash relentless killer moves without holding back.

Another round of two combat missiles left the holy knight with no chance; the sky exploded into a fireball, and even activating ECM Electronic Jamming was futile.

However, the Eagle King and Zorro regretted that just before the fighter jet was engulfed by the fireball, a black shadow suddenly ascended dozens of meters, then was tossed behind by the explosion.

A camouflaged parachute appeared in the sky as the holy knight quickly abandoned his fighter jet.

The holy knight’s life no longer belonged to him; it belonged to his country.

He had no right to squander his life recklessly, and the precious heritage of the Air Knights must never be severed from him.

“Eagle King! Should we take him down?”

Zorro’s voice from the Swiss Air Force came through the communication channel in the X-31 cockpit.

After all, the value of a special tier pilot was immense. Not shooting down a parachuting air knight was an unspoken rule among air knights from various nations.

Anyone could find themselves parachuting one day; leaving a way out meant they could meet again in the future. Nobody wanted to be in a position where they had to eject and then be torn to shreds by enemy fire.

In the early days of the Air Knights’ emergence, both sides would treat each other amicably, even in battle, and no one blamed anyone if they didn’t make it out.

If forced to land, the air knights on both sides could disregard the ground forces battling fiercely, still enjoying coffee and pastries as if they were on a picnic, and in the end, they would be respectfully sent back. Many rules governing air knights today were formed from those times.

“No, never mind!”

Eagle King shook his head. The U.S. Air Force also adhered to traditional values; a kill needed to happen before ejection.

Once they had ejected, killing a defenseless opponent was entirely against the knightly spirit.

I will be kind to the weak.

Whether it was Lin Mo or Colonel Eagle King David de Hitt, the knightly spirit from both worlds was astonishingly similar.

Though the brutality of modern warfare had rendered the knightly rules mostly obsolete, many generations of new air knights still adhered to the ancient knightly spirit.

Even though high-tier air knights had an extremely low probability of leaving survivors, most did not feel the need to finish off their opponents.

In the Abyss Nirvana international pilot death match, there was no explicit rule prohibiting the killing of ejected pilots; in fact, even after ejection, one might not be completely out of combat. Occasionally, participants, blinded by anger, would ignore the air knights’ unspoken rules and fire at ejected competitors.

“Fine! Let him go this time.”

Zorro withdrew his finger from the cannon fire button. The Swiss Air Force, located in Central Europe, had relied heavily on America when procuring fighter jets; he was not just representing himself in this fight.

During the previous encounter, the holy knight had come remarkably close to being shot down. Since the Eagle King refused, Zorro decided not to pursue the kill against this opponent.

Eliminating a special tier pilot from another country was indeed a tremendous temptation.

It was akin to cutting off an ace’s air combat skill legacy, significantly weakening another country’s air force capabilities in a short time by taking down their best pilot; even the most advanced fighter jet would be in vain.

If this weren’t the case, special tier pilots from various nations wouldn’t be experts in specific fighter jets. Even if they were given the world’s most advanced jets, they still wouldn’t achieve the pinnacle of fighting power.

“Let’s go; we need to end this melee quickly!”

Eagle King glanced at the drifting parachute, recalibrated his mindset, and formed a dual aircraft team with Zorro to push into the next battlefield.

As the Eagle King teamed up with Zorro to take down the holy knight, another area of the sky unleashed a horrific massacre.

The government army’s "Storm" and "Curved Blade" formed a dual aircraft team to face off against the Anti-Government Forces’ "Number 47" and "Tiger," who also formed a dual aircraft team.

This was almost the last dual battle in the entire Death Team Battle; the original teams had already scattered in the chaos, and now they were just pairing up with nearby surviving allies, leading to significantly weaker coordination.

The two-on-two fight was thrilling, with a combat maneuvering space even larger than other single duels, but one fighter jet recklessly charged in.

The gold giant dragon seized control from Lin Mo, leaving the Dragon Knight helpless, as the dragon flute’s hold was considerably weaker than the food source.

The X-1 forward-swept wing fighter jet suddenly rushed towards the area with the most fighter jets.

Was this a dragon wrapped in a fighter jet skin?

Did the giant dragon need to worry about aerodynamics?

Especially the gold giant dragon that flew using Void Magnetism—did it truly care about any nonsense regarding combat maneuvering?

Weighed down heavily, the gold kin dragon, which felt like it was stuck in quicksand when on the ground, did not belong to the earth dragon kin, instead possessing unique flying skills that set it apart.

Gravity in the atmosphere lifted the gold giant dragon into the sky; its flight wasn’t truly flying, but rather being pushed upwards. It could ascend without moving, even using planetary magnetic fields to change direction and speed.

The X-1’s flight posture became strangely unpredictable—almost as if enchanted, bewildering observers. Anyone unfamiliar might think the pilot, codenamed "Number 13," was high on something, and everyone watching felt a mix of anxiety and awe for this unique pilot.

When the government army’s high-tier pilot "Storm" first laid eyes on the charging X-1, his eyes nearly popped out.

What was happening? Was someone treating aerodynamics like a joke?

To see a forward-swept wing fighter jet performing such a charging maneuver was truly shocking.

A fighter jet drifting?!

What happened to the engine? Was it wiped out entirely? How could it drift so smoothly?

This was completely unscientific!

Which giant dragon would care about science?

The sudden appearance of a foreign world giant dragon was already an unscientific event in itself.

But the gold coin wasn’t concerned at all!

The way the dragon’s brain worked could never align with human logic, and now it had transformed into a tech enthusiast dragon, leaving human reasoning in the dust.

Two Gauss electromagnetic cannons charged automatically and fired!

The fire rate of the Gauss electromagnetic cannon might not match that of the cannons, but its lethality surpassed that of combat missiles. The gold giant dragon no longer considered launching solid blades from its own body as a distant attack method. Uh! The standard Gauss electromagnetic shells likely became the primary long-range weapon for the gold dragon kin.

"Number 47! Be careful!"

The high-tier pilot "Tiger" from the Anti-Government Forces barely had a moment to warn when his ally’s fighter jet was obliterated into a fireball, with no time to eject.

A late-arriving combat missile, trailing a white streak, rushed towards the exploding fireball and surprisingly penetrated without harm.

"Number 13, what are you doing?!"

The "Curved Blade," annoyed at losing business, angrily raised his fist towards the X-1 forward-swept wing fighter jet. This was blatant score-stealing, and he was furious at wasting a combat missile.

The short-range air-to-air combat missile failed to find its target, quickly losing power and tumbling down before triggering its self-destruct sequence mid-air.

"Sorry! The fighter jet lost control!"

Lin Mo expressed his apology, but the fighter jet was out of his hands. All he could do was pull out a high-nutrition energy bar, unwrap it, and stuff it into his mouth.

"What? Lost control! Why aren’t you losing control yourself, you…"

In a fit of rage, Storm thought Lin Mo was brushing him off, but before he could finish, he fell silent.

The X-1 forward-swept wing fighter jet had closed in; he could almost see into the cockpit, where the pilot lifted his tactical helmet visor, waving at him with one hand while chewing on something with the other?!

Was he chewing on the control stick? Oh God, this guy must be insane!

No, who was flying the fighter jet? The co-pilot seat behind Lin Mo was clearly empty.

Storm certainly wouldn’t believe that Lin Mo had a third hand.

Some malevolent individuals might speculate that Number 13 was piloting with something down below, thinking this special tier was downright pathetic—a born Air Knight!

"No choice, system malfunction. My fighter jet is controlled by a digital operating system, and it’s now in automatic attack mode. I can’t stop it for now."

Lin Mo pushed all the responsibility onto the gold giant dragon; after all, this glutton was meant either to shield him from fire or take the blame.

Both the human and the dragon got what they needed.

Beep beep! Beep beep! Beep beep!

The cockpit was suddenly filled with alarms from the onboard threat detection system, and the high-tier pilots of the Anti-Government Forces witnessed their comrade fall. Before they had a chance to pull up, they saw that forward-swept wing fighter jet charging at them like it had gone mad.

What on earth was happening?!

Both sides’ pilots thought simultaneously.

"No, no, you can’t do that! That’s ours!"

Storm was in a tough spot, facing such a score-stealing foe; he refused to back down. "Curved Blade, don’t be dazed! Don’t let Number 13 steal the lead!"