452 Three Hundred Thirty-Three

"Holy! The great Sky Elf looks down upon all living things!"

Boom! The great bell rang once, and the fighters' spoilers rapidly shifted, as though eagles were preening their feathers.

"Holy! May the Vector Nozzles never cease their thrust!"

Boom! The great bell rang twice. The attitude-control nozzles rotated back and forth, producing a resonant metallic scraping sound.

"Holy! May ammunition burn fiercely, and may pursuit be precise!"

Boom! The great bell rang three times. The unmanned fighters sprang open their weapons bays, while nearby ammunition and drones, like bees returning to the hive, swiftly gathered and secured themselves onto their launch racks.

"Holy! The Night Mother God shall personally guide every missile!"

Boom! The great bell rang four times. The monks covered the fighters with talismans and scriptures, then smeared their radomes with fresh, pure fat. Amid the complex electromagnetic environment, the fighters' avionics systems suddenly recovered.

"May the higher gods protect us."

The pilots clasped their hands before their chests and offered a devout prayer before grabbing their helmets and boarding their fighters once more.

"For Mother Night Butterfly! We will fight to the death and never retreat!"

The priests led the monks in unceasing prayer, and the power of faith blessed every Autocannon Bullet.

Fighter after fighter was launched from the combat platform by Electromagnetic Ejection. Their engines spewed blazing flames as they drove forward at high speed, charging toward that implant-clad figure that had destroyed and slaughtered countless lives.

This time, they had received the gods' blessing. The fighters they commanded fit them perfectly, nearly achieving flawless unity between pilot and machine.

"Glory belongs to Night Butterfly!"

On the other side of the battlefield, Li Aoz was adjusting the settings of the massive implant body.

"Night Butterfly has enormous forces, and with the boost from their