Fireworks kept blossoming across the night sky.
Kamishiro Yunluo stood amid them, so absorbed that he had even forgotten about the battle.
Yet this idler on the battlefield had somehow not been affected in the slightest.
Every danger and every war brushed past him. Death lingered at his side, yet could never draw near.
Kamishiro Yunluo muttered,
"I even went through the whole flashback-before-death routine, and now you're telling me I don't have to die... That's pretty nice."
Amid the aerial battlefield, he threw back his head and laughed as he waved at the Aerial Fortress.
He knew who was truly controlling the situation inside that fortress, so he was no longer worried at all.
The moment an Aerial Fortress that should never have existed appeared in the skies... the way this battle would end had already been decided.
Kamishiro Yunluo looked at the Zhūshén Aerial Fortress.
It stood amid the clouds, its thirty-six main electromagnetic cannons rapidly sliding along their rails as its automated targeting system locked onto every airship from Silver City.
Lock on, charge briefly, fire, shoot down.
The entire sequence flowed smoothly, simple and efficient.
The Kingdom of Roosevelt's airship engine technology surpassed that of the Eastern Continent Federation.
Eastern Continent airships had a practical speed of roughly 890 kilometers per hour, while fighter jets had a practical speed of 2,800 kilometers per hour.
Their airships had a practical speed of roughly 1,080 kilometers per hour, while fighter jets had a practical speed of 3,200 kilometers per hour.
Technologically speaking, that difference in speed alone created a world of difference in tactical application.
But the problem was that an Aerial Fortress's main electromagnetic cannons traveled at 16,400 kilometers per hour, utterly crushing them in terms of strike speed.
When they encountered each other, the Aerial Fleet