Gray-painted wings tore through the clouds at supersonic speed, their engines' thunderous roar reverberating across the skies!
A fully staffed flight squadron piloted fighter jets developed exclusively for the Asia-Pacific region. They performed barrel rolls that surpassed the limits of human ability, like silver ginkgo leaves drifting down, tearing through the Tzeentch Daemon air legion's interception.
The next moment, the jets broke through the blockade and trained their fire-control systems on the Daemons below.
"All aircraft, open fire at will!"
The long-suppressed order rang out, heavy with anger.
Missiles hung beneath the wings, like the first light of dawn piercing the darkness. Trailing blazing contrails, they roared toward the grotesque Daemons.
One missile after another streaked past directly above Luo Ji like shooting stars, slamming savagely and swiftly into the densely packed Daemon Legion.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
Enormous fireballs, mixed with flames and thick smoke, soared into the sky.
The shock waves and blast radius of the explosions struck Luo Ji in the chest like a hammer, even from over a hundred meters away. Then came the delayed, rumbling succession of thunderous booms. Each earth-shaking blast was like humanity's long-awaited roar of fury, declaring to Tzeentch's Daemon Legion—and to Tzeentch itself—that humanity would never submit to Chaos!
Damn, what a sight!
When Luo Ji looked up, more than half of the Daemon Legion that had been charging toward him just a moment earlier had been wiped out in a single blow!
The unluckiest of them all was Frederick Taylor. It had clearly been given special attention: several missiles had struck it directly and detonated. Though it had a formidable Warp barrier, the blasts had still left it reeling, dizzy and disoriented.
With a piercing shriek, the fighter jets climbed again, flipping in ways that surpassed the limits of human endurance