He dove toward the ground target area, folding his wings as his speed surged.
Bombs fell like raindrops.
Boom, boom, boom, boom-!
The explosions came in an unbroken barrage.
Flames engulfed the entire area, and smoke and dust shot skyward.
Every ground target was blasted into powder, without even a fragment left to be found.
The winged man climbed, spreading his wings.
He took the Tracking Rocket Launcher from his waist and hefted it onto his shoulder.
He aimed at a distant aerial target suspended from a balloon.
Whoosh-!
The rocket roared out, trailing flame as smoke billowed.
Boom-!
The aerial target exploded into a fireball, its fragments falling.
A Gatling now appeared in the winged man's hands, its dark muzzle aimed at the ground.
He adjusted his angle and dove again.
The autocannon opened fire.
Ratatatatat-!!
Flames spewed wildly, the muzzle flashes merging into an unbroken blaze.
A hail of rounds poured down, tearing through the air.
The ground targets were instantly riddled with holes.
Soil erupted, fragments flew, and smoke and dust rolled.
The winged man strafed as he flew.
The line of fire swept across the entire area like the Grim Reaper's scythe.
In just a few seconds, dozens of targets were completely destroyed, with not even scraps remaining.
He was not finished yet.
He continued up to high altitude and took a huge missile from his Spatial Ring.
He held it against his chest, both arms wrapped tightly around it.
It was none other than a Small Aerial Bomb!
He would become a bomber!
The winged man flew to the highest point, steadying himself with his wings.
He aimed at the clustered ground targets through his glasses, a red circle locking onto them.
He let go.
The bomb fell.
Its whistling grew increasingly shrill, piercing the