A black beam streaked across the sky, leaving behind an inky-black trail of cloud at high altitude. The Blackbird resembled a creature from hell; wherever it passed, darkness spread and lingered for a long time.
Because he did not want to advertise for Heaven, Russell suddenly discovered another use for the Left Hand of the Divine Throne: first sanctify the Blackbird with holy light, then cloak it in the power of the Dark Dimension.
Perhaps because both powers originated from Russell, the Blackbird fell instantly. Its sacred radiance vanished, and the entire aircraft became suffocatingly oppressive.
On his first attempt, Russell noticed an interesting change. Without his interference, the holy-light Blackbird prioritized speed and defense, while its fallen form had been magically modified to pursue firepower.
The contrast was obvious and perfectly matched the attributes of the two energies.
Rumble—
The turbines roared powerfully. Russell controlled the Blackbird as easily as moving an arm, opened the underwing bays, and fired two Hell Missiles into the empty sky in the distance.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The pitch-black missiles tore through the air, their black fiery trails stretched into thin lines. After charging forward at high speed for over a thousand meters, they suddenly made right-angle turns and crashed into an invisible transparent barrier.
The cloaked defensive shield of a Space Battleship.
Rumble!!
Heat waves surged upward as black flames spread. The powerful impact made the defensive shield flicker repeatedly, exposing the phantom outline of the entire Space Battleship.
Four red beams shot over. The Blackbird tilted effortlessly to evade them, while Russell and Lucy hung upside down from the Blackbird's cockpit.
The latter waved her hand and formed a wall of air. "Russell, aren't you going into the cockpit?"
"What does it matter? They can't hit us anyway."
"What if they can?"
"Even