Chapter 467: Ace Aerial Combat from a Magical World

"Whoa, ice!"

On the battlefield, a huge ice lump with a sharp point on its head barreled through the monsters' positions, and wherever it went, whether the thick fur of the demon pig or the hard shell of the giant crab, both were reduced to paper‑thin mud.

Moreover, this guy comes from the Air Force and has abundant flight experience, allowing him to maneuver at bewilderingly varied speeds, dodging all damage while thrusting into the soft flesh of the monsters.

Thus, in a flash of twists and turns, he easily smashed a large swath of monsters, and his battle record shot up.

Moreover, the ground units that just pop up couldn't show his strength, so after breaking through the encirclement of these players, he shot upward and staged an ace aerial combat with the sky‑borne flying monsters.

Then…

Flying creature: wdnmd, that's cheating!

Even monsters that are more than twice as strong as ordinary beasts are still mortal, flesh‑and‑blood, mother‑born.

And since their average level is low, they're not Yangyue elites; reaching near‑sonic speed is already impressive.

So when faced with such blisteringly fast, near‑miss air‑to‑air smart armor‑piercing missiles, all they can do is emit a "Gah!" scream and crash down in a mess; there's no other way out.

But since everyone is mother‑born, the beast horde can't let this big brother run amok in low‑tier matches, randomly slaughtering flying monsters.

So Sun Yao Wang could no longer stand by, flapped his wings, extended his claws, turned his back to the sun, and snatched at the icy missile from a cunning angle.

【Caution, a giant eagle‑falcon of unknown level is heading your way, 45 degrees up‑left, emergency evade!】

But the External Affairs Bureau was prepared; Bagua You Shen wasn't fighting alone—there was an entire Air Intelligence Division of observers and strategists behind him.

Thus, as Sun Yao Wang was about to seize him, he hurled a superhuman‑limit rapid turn in midair and dodged away.

"What?"

Sun Zi was stunned; ever since she broke through to level 70 and her spiritual intellect grew, becoming one of the Falling God Mountain demon kings, this was her first time facing such a situation.

Even though the claw missed, her keen divine sense detected something odd about the creature, and she hurriedly shouted to the other two demon kings.

"Bad, this thing carries a lingering divine aura; these humans are probably no ordinary foes. Everyone, strike quickly!"

She was loyal and warned her comrades in time, but daring to be distracted in a life‑or‑death clash was basically courting death.

So when Bagua You Shen spun another rapid turn and lunged back, Sun Zi no longer had time to dodge.

If she hadn't been quick‑eyed and quick‑handed, using her hard wing to block at the crucial moment, she'd probably have had her internal organs pierced.

Even so, having temporarily lost the vital organ that controls flight, she still screamed, lost balance, and fell toward the ground.

Sun Yao Wang: "Ah! (mouth open, eyes open 2.0)"

But she's still a demon king, not a no‑obstacle‑immune newbie; from that height she can't be killed.

Even though her massive body knocked over a dozen unlucky monsters, it was far from breaking bones.

But low damage doesn't mean no damage; as a leader, face is the most important.

Meeting them today and getting smashed like this, how can I, Sun Yao Wang, still survive on Falling God Mountain?

"Bastard, how dare you insult me!"

She roared, activated her racial talent, and swiftly healed her wounded wing.

With a casual flap, she was back in the sky, throwing herself wholeheartedly into the fight with that monster.

Thus you chase, I pursue, each strike fierce; in this clash, both sides are extremely perilous.

But even Bagua You Shen, no matter how strong, is merely a fifty‑level "newbie" who's only been playing for a few months; Sun Yao Wang, however, is a veteran of this realm.

So when it comes to aerial duels and life‑or‑death battles, even so‑called military elites can't match a demon king who has piled a tower of a hundred beast skeletons beneath himself to claim the high ground.

Thus, after seizing the initiative with a sudden strike, Bagua You Shen never gained even a fraction of an advantage again, being driven into a disadvantage by Sun Yao Wang's furious counterattack.

Although his fighting spirit remained stubborn, he still managed to scrape out a few gains with some clever tricks.

Even on Earth, there's the saying, "Why dogfight? Because your fighter is more advanced, so you're fast? No, it's because you're stupid!"

Therefore, Sun Yao Wang couldn't possibly rely only on his steel‑like wings and claws; he also has his own ranged attacks.

After a prolonged, fruitless assault, she stopped pretending.

"Stubborn as ever, today we'll show you damned bipeds the might of our monster clan!"

She flapped her wings to cast, driving a gale that lifted clouds, creating an enormous wind field around her that could even engulf that tiny water droplet.

In an instant, the battlefield sky roared with a howling wind, heavy black clouds pressing down like Mount Tai, as if to seal the sun.

Although the wide area meant low single‑target damage and couldn't pierce the magical water droplet's defense, Sun Yao Wang's move wasn't intended for damage.

Instead, she relied on the chaotic gale and layered clouds to disrupt Bagua You Shen's core's judgment of ground and flight direction, throwing his previously graceful movements into disarray.

As for his Air Intelligence Division, although it can provide remote support, it must first successfully "observe" him by various means before it can prescribe solutions and offer appropriate advice.

However, now Bagua You Shen's figure is completely hidden by the clouds; his personal livestream page is blown into a dizzy, nauseating mess, making it hard even to tell which way is up or down.

Although they haven't given up because of that, …

【ID 72486, currently we still cannot provide navigation under these conditions, please continue attempting to exit the wind field! Please continue attempting to exit the wind field!】

"Understood, this unit is on its eighth attempt, but I feel like I'm just looping around."

……

"Gah!"

Actually, even after Bagua You Shen and his think‑tank developed and trained this cheeky tactic, this was the first time an opponent seized his fatal weakness and hammered him.

Yet it was only the first time, and it happened to land him in a panicked situation where the enemy shattered his myriad techniques with a single strike, seized his flaw, and completely crushed him in one go.

Turtle turtle, impressive! This really broadened my horizons.

"Bro, looks like we still can't underestimate these Yangyue people; after all, a civilization over a hundred thousand years old truly has means!"

【Yes】

【Cheer up, if it really doesn't work, just squat by the urinal; don't worry, death from being forced to challenge a higher‑level boss is permitted by the rules】

【Sigh, this incident definitely needs to be written up as a report for other teams to study, I still have to think about how to start it】

"Hmm?"

"Why are you thinking about this now? I still haven't finished things over here."

What, you think you can still turn the tables?

There has to be a chance to try, right?

Speaking, the Eight Trigrams Wandering Body ceased its headless-fly-like breakout, exited divine mode, and slowly unfolded its limbs among the frost shards falling from the thicket.

As his body temperature gradually rose, his skin changed from a dark bluish-black to a healthy ruddy hue, his withered muscles filled out, and they strained the armor on his body.

Finally, he became a valiant warrior wearing an iron face helmet and clad in gray heavy armor.

At this point someone might ask, playing with low temperatures and yet daring to wear iron—are you really not afraid that when it thaws, a layer of skin will stick to him?

My answer is, don't overthink magical things—why don't you question how his ultra-low temperature didn't freeze himself into those Wangwang crushed ice snacks!

Cough.

In short, seeing this monster inexplicably turn into a living person, the Falcon Demon King, despite her surprise, let out a scoff that was almost blown away by the gale.

How's that, can't take it, want to surrender?

Cowardly as it may be, the Eight Trigrams Wandering Body definitely won't give her the chance to show off.

So he simply, like an old artist taking the stage, used his middle finger as a salute, gesturing toward the clouds in all directions.

—Full-map strike, there's always a lucky middle finger to bear his contempt!

By sheer coincidence, thanks to the efforts of those hundreds of transmigrators before, the Yangyue people already knew what this meant.

Thus the Falcon Demon King, whose attack was low and defense even lower, saw her blood pressure rise again, and she immediately shouted.

You madman, how dare you still be arrogant!

Having said that, she controlled the gale to condense a blade of light over seven meters wide, swinging it down at that person's head.

However, the Eight Trigrams Wandering Body, like a Transformer, painstakingly turned from a water droplet back into a human, surely not just to raise another middle finger before logging off.

Thus, the positive energy around him surged violently, and another mass that welled up inside him condensed into a pale yellow shield around him.

Positive Energy Nurturing Body Technique, Second Transformation: Earthly Qi Shield!

This thing is already a powerful card worthy of note even in Ji Ming's hands, let alone in the players' skill bars.

And this positive energy system indeed packs a punch; facing a wind blade that could shave off a mountaintop, it managed to block after a few tremors.

Huh?

Although she was obviously trying to suppress it, the Falcon Demon King still couldn't help but let out an embarrassed sound of confusion.

Then comes the part where we brave little birds must put on a tough-mouth act.

Ha, you damned two-legged monster, don't get cocky! This is just the beginning!

Then the wind field shifted again, countless wind blades sweeping toward the golden-yellow little ball in the center.

The crackling sounds rang nonstop, as if a deadly hailstorm had fallen in midair.

Moreover, these tiny wind blades may certainly be weaker in damage than that earlier big one, but their sheer numbers make up for it—the sheer scale of the barrage is enough to intimidate.

So the Eight Trigrams Wandering Body didn't dare stay put and take the damage head-on; it pulled out a bottle of healing potion, gave it a shake, glanced, and flew off in a direction.

Still want to struggle?!

The Falcon Demon King snorted repeatedly, about to unleash a third wave of blade storms to exterminate, when she suddenly realized something was off.

Because she had thought this guy was just acting like a headless fly as before, soon to be blown into irregular motion by the gale.

However, after being blown slightly off course by the wind, that person quickly turned back, and this situation occurred three times in a row, ensuring he kept flying in one direction.

—Damn it, how did he find his direction, relying on that bottle of medicine he never even drank?!

Newton (pointing at universal gravitation): 'Yes, kids, even in a world of magic, you must definitely study scientific knowledge well!'

Damn it!

Such large-scale field magic certainly cannot be moved at will; at least a magic beast just over level seventy couldn't do it.

So the Falcon Demon King had no choice but to revert to her previous dogfight state, treating her wings as double blades, and hastily slashed at the pale gold light sphere hovering in the air.

Monster, don't run!

Monster, who are you cursing?

Monster, I'm cursing you!

……

I ******

And while the Falcon Demon King flapped her wings hard to gain altitude, intending to keep chasing our fighter, the battlefield below also saw new developments.

Brothers, stop fighting! It's almost dark, our moms are waiting at home, eyes strained, for us to come back and eat!

Friends, don't work for those evil monster chiefs anymore; they're just like the Radiant Nobles, they won't care whether we live or die!

Fellow compatriots, I actually greatly admire the Mountain Demon King as a great hero, so we must unite even more, lest the hero's sacrifice be in vain!

In fact, as the Goblin King, I also hold the title of Mountain Lord, and I am also looking forward to the day when these weak races of ours can unite; don't you think this is a kind of fate?

Come on! Be my son… no, join my troops and become my subjects!

【Ding, successfully swayed the Grayheart Tribe, Goblin populace +253, Dominion +3】

【Ding, successfully swayed the Horizontal Iron Tribe, Kobold populace +125, Dominion +1】

【Ding, successfully swayed the Crystal Tribe, Dwarf populace +425, Dominion +4】

……

Relying on his ever more skilled silver tongue, Sha Ge continually swayed the enemy's demi-human units, becoming the sole presence on the battlefield who truly grew stronger the more he fought.

Meanwhile, the players' side had already been steadily reinforcing, whether for experience or just for the fun of it, and the trickle of figures rushing to the battlefield never ceased, able to stretch all the way to the horizon.

Then, with the Pioneers and the two dukes of Sunlight Arc Light holding the line, the other Radiant Nobles finally dared to join the big force and fight some easy battles.

After all, as long as you don't smash too many bottles and jars, trading a little sacrifice for some battle merit and honor is still worthwhile—at least later, when doing flexible team queues, you'll have something to brag about.

Thus, the waxing and waning of forces saw the originally besieged humans regain a firm foothold, and even faintly show signs of a counteroffensive.

This truly frightened the other two demon kings silly; they dared not hold back the slightest, and immediately charged into the battlefield.

(Chapter ends)