Anke turned in bewilderment toward the firelight flickering in the darkness and the enormous weapons emerging from it.
The entire Floating Fighter Jet began to shudder. Before Anke could react, it accelerated.
Everyone on the sofas immediately fastened their seat belts.
Geslo, who had been standing, lost his balance and was thrown across the violently shaking aircraft, nearly hitting the floor.
He grabbed a handrail at the edge and steadied himself.
Anke looked out the window. Aircraft were appearing not only ahead of them, but to their left and even behind them.
Brilliant lights lit up the far reaches of the sky. The illuminated aircraft stretched from one end of the night to the other, filling nearly all of it.
Apart from the two peaks rising out of the dim darkness, aircraft flew in almost every direction.
These forces clearly could not have assembled in so short a time.
Only then did Anke realize that the Rockwell Mercenary Group's forces had not failed to detect them. They had discovered them long ago, then hidden nearby and formed an enormous encirclement, waiting for them to venture deep inside like lambs led to slaughter.
The gliding drones had been able to advance quietly without detecting a single enemy.
That was because the enemy had deliberately avoided the drones, perhaps even interfered with them.
The Floating Fighter Jet flew faster and faster. The acceleration slammed everyone into their seats, nearly burying them in the sofas. The pilot had clearly pushed the aircraft to its limits.
To be fair, this Floating Fighter Jet performed much better than the one they had obtained before.
It seemed a mid-ranking cult member's wealth and privileges were still nowhere near those of a City Defense Army general.
A tremendous roar came from behind the aircraft as missiles fired