Let's start by analyzing the sun

All afternoon.

Fang Han had been somewhat absent-minded.

Whenever he recalled that heroic face and the gaze that turned back, he felt as if he had been run over by a speeding car.

Crushed beyond recognition!

Crushed to the depths of his soul!

Did it hurt?

No!

Fang Han felt only intense unwillingness.

Since Cheng Han could ride a speeding car, leading a mighty and vast motorcade, and tour the entire C-grade Sky Ring amidst the attention of everyone.

I also have hands and feet!

Why can't I do it?!

For the first time in his life, Fang Han felt that he should do something to change his current situation.

But.

Where should he start?

Fang Han's mind was blank.

Old Zhou's roar suddenly exploded in his ear.

"You're courting death!"

The next moment.

Fang Han felt his shoulder being pushed violently, and he staggered involuntarily for a few steps.

"Bang!"

This was the dull vibration of the tire thermoforming machine, which sounded extremely powerful.

Old Zhou cursed again: "Xiao Fang, were you sleepwalking just now? Your hand almost got crushed by the machine, you know?"

Fang Han came back to his senses, glanced at the thermoforming machine, and immediately felt a lingering fear.

He looked at Old Zhou again, his face full of gratitude: "Old Zhou, thank you so much just now!"

Old Zhou's expression was extremely serious: "What exactly happened to you this afternoon?"

Fang Han shook his head: "It's nothing!"

Old Zhou obviously didn't believe him: "Fine, don't tell me!"

But he didn't pry, just advised: "Xiao Fang, your current state is not right, it's too dangerous to work, you should go home…"

Before he could finish speaking.

He was interrupted by a thunderclap.

"Boom!"

This loud noise seemed to come from the sky.

"Buzz~"

This seemed to be the vibration of a Warhawk engine, and it sounded like there were quite a few of them.

Old Zhou was stunned for a moment: "What's going on outside?"

This guy seemed to be quite curious, and he rushed to the door: "Let's go out and take a look!"

Fang Han thought for a while and followed him.

Soon.

The two trotted out of the workshop.

"Boom!"

Another thunderclap.

A bright burst of fireworks bloomed in the sky.

Fang Han looked up and was immediately stunned.

He saw six Warhawks chasing a small black dot.

Old Zhou squinted his eyes to track the small black dot, and his face changed immediately: "My God! That seems to be a 'Flying Winged Fiend'!"

Fang Han was greatly surprised: "The Warhawks are so powerful that they can deal with Flying Winged Fiends?"

The so-called "fiends" are a large category of strange creatures with considerable combat power, and Flying Winged Fiends are fiends with the ability to fly, and are also the most difficult type of strange creatures to deal with.

Under normal circumstances, the Crimson Armor Army simply does not have the ability to deal with Flying Winged Fiends, and must ask a Mystic Warrior to take action.

But at this moment.

The six Warhawks in the sky were attacking the Flying Winged Fiend from all directions, and the latter's speed could not keep up with the Warhawks, so it could only be beaten passively.

This scene really subverted Fang Han's understanding.

*

In the sky.

The communication channel of this squadron composed of six Warhawks was filled with various voices.

"Boom!"

"Damn it! This thing is too agile, it even predicted my attack!"

"Brothers, work harder, let's take down this bird thing together!"

"We are the knights of the sky, we guard the sky of the Mystic Palace!"

"Well said!"

The Crimson Armor Army warriors who were piloting the Warhawks were full of fighting spirit, which was almost overflowing.

In the past, warriors could only sigh at Flying Winged Fiends, but now they were doing what Mystic Warrior adults could do, how could they not be excited?

"Owl Three, intercept from four o'clock! I intercept from eight o'clock, let's do a joint attack!"

"Understood!"

As early as the beginning of the Warhawk's research and development, Cheng Han had requested the addition of a communication system. At that time, many craftsmen did not understand, thinking it was too wasteful.

The craftsmen felt that the warriors had cultivated the Nine Yuan Battle Technique, and they could communicate with each other by shouting a few times.

But the authority of the Mystic Palace Special Envoy still allowed Cheng Han's will to be carried out.

In this unprecedented air battle, the Crimson Armor Army warriors who were piloting the Warhawks personally experienced the wonders of the communication system.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Fireworks exploded one after another.

"Hit it!"

"It doesn't seem to be dead!"

"Its flight posture has changed, this thing is injured!"

The shouts in the channel were all filled with surprise.

"I am Owl Five, my current altitude is good, I will make a dive attack, you are responsible for covering me!"

"Okay!"

"Roger!"

A Warhawk swooped down, its nose aimed at the fiend.

Just then.

An accident happened.

The fiend, which had previously been in a staggering posture, suddenly accelerated the frequency of its wings, and its flight speed instantly increased several times, like an arrow speeding towards the Warhawk.

"Damn it! We've been tricked!"

"This thing was pretending just now!"

Owl Five decisively deflected the fuselage, and at the same time used the Nine Yuan Battle Technique to assist, accelerating the rolling speed of the aircraft, trying to pull away as soon as possible.

However.

The fiend's figure suddenly blurred, instantly flashing out a super long distance of more than one hundred and fifty meters, and appeared exactly in front of the Warhawk.

Unfortunately, the Owl Five Warhawk was in a high-speed rolling state, unable to change its direction of movement, and could only crash straight into the monster.

The fiend raised a pair of sharp claws, a pair of blood-colored eyes flashing with fierce light, ready to attack at any time.

In that instant.

The Crimson Armor Army warrior piloting the aircraft, Nie Ze, shouted without hesitation: "I'll drag it down to die with me, you guys come and finish it off!"

The response came immediately.

"Don't!"

"Are you crazy?!"

"Old Nie, you…"

This sentence was not finished.

The Owl Five Warhawk crashed heavily into the fiend, and then exploded into a large cloud of fireworks.

This was because two Spirit Flame Mystic Weapons were detonated together.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a thunder.

The fiend did not have time to dodge and was engulfed by the blazing spirit flame.

Subsequently.

A large mass of flames fell downwards.

With the strength of a team of warriors, shooting down a Flying Winged Fiend, in the past, this was unimaginable.

From any point of view, this was an epoch-making air battle.

Its significance is immeasurable!

*

On the ground.

Fang Han was horrified to see a ball of fiery meteor dragging a long tail of flames, and constantly scattering burning parts, falling towards the direction of the factory.

He judged at a glance that the meteor would most likely hit within a radius of ten meters around it.

"Run!"

Fang Han suddenly grabbed Old Zhou's sleeve and dragged his colleague to start running wildly.

A few seconds later.

The two took refuge in a safe place.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise.

The ground shook violently.

Fang Han desperately covered his ears, his whole body trembling involuntarily.

After all, he was just a seventeen-year-old youth, and he inevitably felt scared when he suddenly encountered such a terrible thing.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"Thump!"

It sounded like a lot of parts flying up and falling to the ground again.

Fang Han mustered his courage and poked his head out to take a look.

What he saw.

The ground was a mess, with burning wreckage everywhere, and a thick column of smoke rising into the sky at the location where the Warhawk crashed.

Fang Han glanced around a few times and saw the wreckage of what appeared to be half a fiend's wing.

This made him greatly relieved.

It seemed that the fiend was killed.

Fang Han took a step, preparing to walk out.

Old Zhou quickly tried to stop him: "It's dangerous outside, don't go out."

Fang Han turned his head, his expression extremely serious: "There is a warrior in the Warhawk, he may still be alive, I must go and take a look."

This was a respectable person who did not hesitate to perish with the fiend, and even if the possibility of survival was very low, he wanted to try.

Old Zhou subconsciously let go of his hand.

For some reason, the middle-aged man felt that the youth in front of him had an awe-inspiring and inviolable power.

Fang Han took a light breath and ran over.

Old Zhou watched the youth's back, his lips moved a few times, and finally just sighed, but did not follow.

On the other side.

Fang Han saw half a human body next to a large piece of dark wing.

Only the upper body.

The lower body was missing.

Scarlet blood flowed all over the ground, and fragments of internal organs were also faintly visible.

This was obviously the body of that warrior.

Honestly.

For an ordinary person, this scene was quite frightening.

Fang Han tried his best to avoid looking at the wound, quickly walked to the warrior's side, carefully squatted down, and reached out to test the other person's breath.

"Cough~"

The warrior suddenly coughed, and a large amount of blood poured out from the corner of his mouth.

He opened his eyes and smiled with extreme difficulty: "I… I'm not… dead yet."

Fang Han pursed his lips tightly, and suddenly felt a strong sense of sadness.

The other person's injuries were so serious that the chance of survival was obviously very slim, and he could only watch the other person die, without any way to stop it.

This warrior, that is, Nie Ze, spat out more blood, and asked vaguely: "Is… is the monster… dead?"

The voice was getting smaller and smaller, and seemed to have entered a dying state.

Fang Han nodded heavily, his throat a little blocked: "Yes! You killed a Flying Winged Fiend, this is a remarkable feat!"

Nie Ze's face twitched, as if he was smiling: "I am the knight of the…"

Unfortunately, this sentence was not finished.

Nie Ze's pupils froze.

Fang Han only felt his eyes getting hot, he raised his head hard, trying not to let the tears flow down.

At the same time.

He muttered a sentence: "You are the knights of the sky, you guard the sky of the Mystic Palace!"

There was a Warhawk base near Binggan City, and Crimson Armor Army pilots often appeared in the city, and many civilians had heard this sentence.

It is said that this was a motto spoken by the creator of the Warhawk.

Now this sentence has become the motto of all pilots.

In the past.

Fang Han always felt that the saying "Knight of the Sky" was a bit ridiculous.

But at this moment.

He no longer had a single bit of ridiculous thought.

He felt that this was a solemn promise written in blood.

"Xiao Fang! Are you okay."

Old Zhou's voice came over.

Fang Han ignored his colleague, still maintaining the posture of kneeling on one knee, and murmured: "May your soul return to the top of the Divine Banyan Tree and gain eternal rest!"

At this moment.

He finally found a way to change.