Only once the aircraft had fully entered the runway.
The roar suddenly surged louder!
The radial engine unleashed its full power, surging force flowing through the driveshaft to the propeller and generating immense thrust.
At the very instant the runway was about to run out, the nose rose and the front wheel left the ground.
It was already good enough that this first-generation aircraft had been made into a monoplane.
The landing gear had no retraction function.
Just like that, the aircraft steadily broke free of the earth's shackles.
"It's airborne!" someone in the observation tower cried out under their breath, only to be drowned out by suppressed cheers and applause. The military observers' tightly clenched fists loosened somewhat.
Lynn, meanwhile, was recalling aircraft.
The plane steadily gained altitude, becoming a silver speck on the horizon.
Level flight, turning, climbing, diving.
Then it entered the weapons testing range.
The silver speck in the sky began adjusting its attitude, its nose dipping as it entered a dive path. Though it was not a straight-down dive, the angle was still steep, and its speed rose sharply. A faint whistling came from the airframe.
Since they were Magic Masters, enduring several Gs of overload was as easy as eating and drinking for you mage grandpas.
No one had much to say about that. They only cared about the aircraft's performance.
The aircraft dived and dropped its bombs. The bombs missed their preset target area, but the explosions covered the target area anyway.
The charge amount was simply too large—there was no need for accuracy.
Then came rocket launches.
Machine guns strafed the ground from the air.
Everything looked perfectly sound.
It was far faster than airships.
Against those nimble air units, it could rely on acceleration and machine guns to resist and flee.