Wrong Option

Austin felt somewhat uncomfortable. At any time, the ultra-high-altitude environment was unfriendly to humans, especially when he had gone into the sky in the flesh.

As a Tier 2 Rider and professional sentinel, as the ace pilot of the "King Vulture" squadron, he gripped the reins tightly and tried his best to tuck his body into the "cockpit."

Yet the cold wind and suffocating sensation still lingered around him.

Normally, there was no need for them to fly this high while carrying out missions.

But this time was different.

"...Monkeys. More than expected."

With the help of optical instruments and his "sentinel" abilities, he could barely observe the situation below.

Even if the other Sky Knights without sentinel side professions came up here, they would have trouble seeing clearly. The optical equipment allocated to them was extremely limited and required local modifications, while the boosts from professional abilities and passive traits were practically always in effect.

He carefully urged the Two-Headed Vulture Beast beneath him, making it patiently circle through the air.

Even with the support of professional abilities, this was still an exhausting task. Without Beast Tamer abilities, he could only patiently communicate with the beast and lure it into obeying orders with food.

"...I hope the Beast Tamer's awakening was reliable. This one is a little smarter than Jack's, at least. I don't want to get dragged to the ground and killed on the spot."

Though the Two-Headed Vulture Beast could fly and glide at medium and high altitudes, its two heads and four limbs made it, in truth, a "terrestrial hunting beast." Its usual habit was to perch on Big Trees and search for prey, then, when necessary, swoop down like a Falcon to ambush it, carry it high into the sky, and drop it to its