At Cheng Han's command, an enormous war machine began to rumble into operation.
In the sky.
Fang Han sat in the rear seat of a Flame Eagle, wearing a Control Helmet and staring at the thick mist blanketing the sea.
Ever since experiencing the thrill of riding a new-model war hawk once, the young man had actively applied for a transfer to the Crimson Eagle Legion.
Since he was the recipient of the first Gold Spirit Leaf Medal and had rendered great service to the war zone, the legion readily approved his request.
However, as he had yet to advance to Warrior and had not mastered the Aerial Body Technique, he could only temporarily serve as a combatant controlling Mystic Weapons.
At this moment.
A firm, powerful voice sounded over the Communication Channel. "Attention, all members of the Crimson Fire Eleventh Squadron. Orders have come from above. Commence the attack mission immediately!"
Responses immediately rang out.
"Understood!"
"Received!"
Mixed in were a few rather vulgar remarks.
"Damn it, we've been circling around in the sky for so long. We're finally going to fight!"
"I was suffocating just now. Let's fucking destroy those Four-Legged Sea Monsters together!"
Fang Han's heart immediately surged with excitement.
He took a deep breath at once and silently used the Nine Origin Mental Martial Art. His mental power instantly became highly concentrated.
"Bzz~"
A faint hum sounded.
Several crystal plates embedded in the surface of the Control Helmet, each about the size of a fingernail, immediately began to emit a faint glow.
A moment later.
Fang Han sensed the presence of six Guided Profound Weapons.
Four of them were mounted beneath the wings, two on each side, while the other two were mounted under the fuselage.
"Bzz~"
The humming grew louder and louder.
Fang Han gradually