Among the "whips" formed by numerous tracer trajectories, the twenty-millimeter autocannon was undoubtedly the most conspicuous.
Due to the higher chamber pressure, the illuminated matchstick-sized stone fragments were also brighter, and the tracer rounds were packed much tighter than those of a general-purpose machine gun, so there were almost no gaps in its flight path.
The Fear Beasts hit by the autocannon had no room to struggle. Being penetrated by a ball of light meant that several bullets landed on them simultaneously—even if only the wings were hit, the jet would tear a huge hole in the membranes.
Of course, compared to the wings, it was more common for the bodies of the diving Fear Beasts to be hit. Accompanied by bursts of blood, several of them tumbled and fell, while the demons on their backs, apart from letting out a final howl, could only wait for the moment of impact with the ground.
The enemies were not intimidated by this formation. They used steep dives to increase their speed and spread out to both sides, attempting to shake off the shooter's tracking.
In normal circumstances, this would undoubtedly be the most effective approach. Faced with laterally flying targets, the First Army soldiers would habitually enter "tail-chasing" shooting. Even the most skilled team would need several seconds to adjust the lead based on the sight.
But this time, they were facing Eleanor.
Almost instantly, the trajectory of the Fear Beasts formed a new trajectory on the coordinate network. It was the solution to countless algebraic equations, and these solutions together marked out the fate of the enemies.
The light curtain twisted!
This was the macro impression of the observing high-level officials at first glance.
The tracer trajectories were no longer straight, but became curved arcs due to the rapid turning of the muzzle. These arcs were intertwined, like cat's cradle ropes.
Although they looked chaotic, each jet had its own clear target. Their extension lines were precisely located in front of the Fear Beasts' movements.
If you didn't know what was going on, you would think that the Fear Beasts were not being chased by bullets, but that the Fear Beasts were crashing into the bullets themselves!
"I think Lady Eleanor must be very happy now," Phyllis said suddenly.
"Why?" Roland asked, puzzled.
"In the war that destroyed Taquila, the enemy's Fear Beast units were the first to tear open the defense line. They appeared from the airspace that we couldn't reach and attacked the weak points of the defense line separately. Even if the Holy Guard ran around, they couldn't guarantee that the entire city wall was foolproof. Fewer and fewer intact ballistae and catapults were left, and eventually the siege beasts of the enemy tore open breaches." She said with some emotion, "At that time, Lady Eleanor stood on the wall covered in blood. No demon dared to approach her, but the Holy City behind her was already on fire."
So that's what happened...
Is that why she said something like four hundred years of revenge?
Even if a person's ability is strong, they can't save the Holy City from being swallowed by a tide of enemies. Thinking about it now, her lazy tone suddenly had an unspeakable weight.
Now Eleanor was once again standing at the forefront of the Battle of Divine Will.
And behind her this time was the power of all mankind.
"They're splitting up!" Dawn Morning Light Feline suddenly reminded.
Through the magic curtain, the Fear Beast group, which had suffered a head-on blow, suddenly split up and down. One group went straight to the surface of the floating island, while the other flew downwards, seemingly intending to avoid the machine gun's angle of fire. It seemed that after discovering that conventional dodging was still difficult, the demons no longer pinned their hopes on aerial entanglement, but planned to land and find cover as soon as possible.
But Eleanor's defense measures were obviously not just one layer.
After that, the inner circle defense line composed of Mark I heavy machine guns joined the battle.
Their turrets were smaller, almost only half a meter high. Since they didn't need to move, the barrels were replaced with longer water-cooled tubes—these rotatable firing platforms were distributed on the runway, bridge, tower, and other parts, dealing with those enemies who were trying to "jump ship."
The landing demons finally launched a counterattack.
They dropped the Fear Beasts that landed under a hail of bullets and threw short spears or shot out lightning at the turrets. A series of explosions suddenly rang out above the floating island!
Roland was surprised to find that their short spears were no longer simple beast bones, but were mixed with something else. The spearheads were black and would explode when they hit something, with obvious fire and smoke coming out.
The demons that could release lightning were also different from those encountered by the Mutual Aid Society. Not only could they cast their abilities faster, but they also had a longer range.
Obviously, this was a well-prepared elite force.
If their opponents were First Army soldiers, they might have been able to cause some confusion.
But unfortunately, there were only cold machines in the turrets.
They wouldn't panic, wouldn't hesitate, and wouldn't stop firing as long as the power was on. Even if one or two misfired, it wouldn't affect the other turrets.
Of course, this wasn't Eleanor's final defense measure—two 75mm field guns located on the diagonal of the floating island were also activated, slowly pointing at the enemy's position. Facing a landing field with a diameter of just over one kilometer, even small artillery could completely cover it.
This is the firearms war that Pasha and the others mentioned... Eleanor thought.
This was not the way of fighting she was familiar with, but from the moment she opened fire, she fell in love with this feeling.
Up until now, she was the only one who was truly fighting the demons.
But even if it was just her alone, the demons couldn't avoid her gaze and attack the vulnerable parts of the defense line—she even prepared four twenty-millimeter autocannons and two downward-facing fortress guns for the enemies at the bottom of the floating island.
This was a fortress without blind spots.
Your tricks end here... Eleanor slightly adjusted the gun mount, pointing the sights of the field gun directly at a demon in the center of the field who was being suppressed by bullets and could hardly move. Judging from its conspicuous armor and attire, it was most likely a high-level ascender.
Then she controlled the core and pulled the firing cord—
……
"Boom————!"
"Rustle rustle..."
With a roar and tremor, a wisp of sand and gravel fell from the top of the cave.
"Is the First Army firing at the island? Is it okay?" Finkel brushed the dust off his hair and looked up at the top of his head with some worry.
"The shelling can only damage the runway at most, and it won't have any impact on the hangar. Besides, with Miss Lian here, repairing those potholes is easy."
The voice was slightly unfamiliar, and it didn't seem to be from a pilot of the First Class. Goode, Finkel, and Heinz couldn't help but turn their heads and saw that the person who spoke was the new rising ace, Manfred.
"Hello, everyone." He took the initiative to salute.
"Hey, the challenger is here." Finkel poked Goode with his elbow and said in a low voice.
Goode glared at his partner unhappily, then nodded to the other party, "I think so too, I just don't know when we'll be able to sortie."
"It won't be long," Manfred listened with his eyes closed for a while, "The firing interval of the machine guns is decreasing, which means that the demons are unable to maintain their previous offensive. I think the order to counterattack will be issued soon."
"You can hear the sound of machine guns through the rock layer?" Goode looked surprised.
"If I concentrate," Manfred nodded.
Finkel then made a "pretentious" mouth shape to Heinz.
However, at this moment, Tilly's voice suddenly came from the hangar speaker, "All sky knights board immediately and prepare for battle!"