The target is a goddess!Sacred Path of the Scrap Succubus

"Haha, look, I knew I was right."

At this time, Tempus also swept away the haze of the past, and became more energetic.

"As long as we have the courage to move forward, we can completely disrupt the pace of the enemy."

"And when the enemy is in total confusion, the resistance they can organize must be feeble and fragmented."

"Of course, this is also thanks to Humphrey's precise calculations and flexible methods, allowing the barbarian king to actually help us a lot."

Having said that, Tempus glanced regretfully at the empty seats in the tent.

He originally wanted to bring Humphrey and other cronies with him, so that these close people could share the joy of victory in the first place.

But due to overwork, Humphrey fell ill before the expedition.

And Lemes had to stay in the capital to deter any Xiaoxiao that might appear.

At this moment of glory, there are not many people around who can support him. I have to say that this makes Tempus feel that the victory is a bit eclipsed.

"Okay, General, now we have a smooth road ahead."

Tempus waved his arm and motioned Maximian to look at the terrain on the sand table.

"As long as we continue to march on the plain for three days, Stroia will appear before our eyes."

"I believe that those mages will watch our powerful legion trembling in the tower at that time. And we will give generous and sincere conditions to persuade them to surrender."

"Yes, Your Majesty, we shall prevail."

Maximian responded respectfully.

But his level is really far behind Humphrey.

Tempus frowned and sighed.

Life is always difficult to be perfect...

"report!"

At this moment, the messenger appeared outside the tent.

"Your Majesty, the Rock Legion has reported that a large number of enemy airships have appeared in the southern sky!"

Tempus froze for a moment, then laughed.

"Haha, they are at the end of their skills. It's okay, let them come. Our Yaoyang cannon will tell them that there will never be another airship that can put down soldiers this time!"

That's right, for this expedition, the court mages of Tempus also made contributions with all their heart.

Through in-depth research on the Sunshine Shield, mages have created a powerful weapon that can gather magical or divine energy and emit a killing beam.

This kind of weapon is expensive to manufacture. Even if Tempus emptied his private money, he only built four of them.

However, problems such as long launch preparation time, low attack frequency, and difficult maintenance have left a lot of unresolved issues.

But so what?

The slow-flying airship is almost a stationary target in front of this weapon.

Even if the airship flies for 10 minutes, these chubby balloons can't go very far.

If four ships are killed in one volley, how much money does the alliance have, and how much energy does it have to continuously replenish the front line?

General Maximian is also well aware of this.

He thought for a while, and then ordered to the orderly.

"Let the army in front not be careless. If there are enough airships, it is possible to break through the interception of the Yaoyang Cannon and penetrate deep into the front line."

"Our supply is not very abundant. If they burn down a few supply vehicles, it will not be worth the loss."

"Correct!"

Tempus also suddenly realized.

"Order to all legions to organize fast troops to keep an eye on the route of the enemy's airship, and be sure to extinguish the enemy as soon as it lands!"

The orderly left in a hurry.

"Look, General, this is probably the last hold of the Alliance."

Tempus smiled lightly, as if what was coming were actually flowers and bread.

"Yes, Your Majesty. We already know the weaknesses of those airships and how expensive they are. When the last batch of airships fell, it was the moment when the morale of the alliance fell to the bottom!"

At this time, both the monarch and his subjects were full of expectations for victory.

Chapter 4 The One Who Fell From the Sky

In the sky, Leonard put on his protective gear, opened the bottom compartment door, and was about to descend into the glider bomber he designed and manufactured.

And at this moment, a beautiful woman in a red silk mage robe called out to him.

"Wait, Leonard, you are the commander, you shouldn't take such a risk."

"No, dear Miss Pamela, it is precisely because I am the commander that I need to be the first to fly out."

Leonard raised his head and looked over with gentle and calm eyes.

This Master Pamela is actually the only granddaughter of Pullman.

As part of the deal, Leonard will be engaged to Master Pamela after this battle, so that he and Pullman will become a complete community of interests.

And when he set foot on the airship, Pamela followed stubbornly.

According to her, she wants to witness a fact with her own eyes:

In the end, is Leonard enough to be worthy of his own hero, or a bear who needs to be blasted off the airship by her.

To be honest, this kind of behavior is just a simple trouble for Leonard.

He didn't have any feelings for this prospective fiancée at all, and he didn't feel that he would definitely live to see the victory of this battle.

If possible, Leonard would prefer that his sister Camille be here, so that he can receive sincere encouragement and blessings instead of being blocked by something he doesn't know.

"I mean wanting to marry a hero, but that doesn't mean you're going to do the same thing as those on death row!"

Pamela said reluctantly.

This is not nonsense. When recruiting volunteers, few normal people are willing to participate in this kind of experiment that looks like death.

In the end, Pullman had to use the pardon as a temptation to manage to adequately man the glider.

Previous experiments have proved that as long as the glider pilot flies out, the probability of survival is less than [-]%.

"You just need to direct those guys to fly out here, don't you?"

Leonard rolled his eyes angrily.

If only it were that simple!

He had complained a long time ago that this kind of thing cannot be done by just catching someone.

To make the bomb hit accurately, good mathematical ability and the ability to operate precision instruments are required.

This kind of thing, most death row prisoners can't do it at all!

But no matter how hard he tried, there were only five pilots who reached the pass line in his mind—this was the result of his luck in identifying two mages among the prisoners.

To achieve the campaign goals, five pilots are really stretched.

The addition of Leonard means that the effective combat power has increased by 20%!

The increased winning rate brought about by this kind of thing made Leonard feel that he had sufficient reason to take risks.

Besides, he still has flying boots, doesn't he?

"Miss Pamela, today's battle is based entirely on my plan, and in order to confirm the location of important targets such as the enemy commander, we have already sacrificed thousands of people, including your family's private army."

"In order for these thousands of lives not to be wasted in vain, I must fly over with others today to ensure that we can destroy at least three targets!"

"This is the bottom line to ensure the existence of the alliance. Compared with this bottom line, my personal safety is not worth mentioning. Do you understand?"

Pamela nodded silently and bit her lips.

She had to admit that at this moment, this man who usually looked like a playboy really had a bit of heroism.

"I'll be here watching over you. And, if you die, I'll do my best to avenge you."

"thank you……"

Regarding this kind of blessing, Leonard could only shake his head angrily, then put down the goggles on his head, and jumped into the cockpit of the glider.

"The scheduled escape point has been reached!"

After what seemed like a moment, Leonard heard the voice of the airship pilot coming from the microphone.

He cheered up for a moment and responded loudly:

"Command: All airships release the glider and launch an attack!"

"All calculations show that today's victory belongs to the alliance!"

Leonard's order was immediately carried out.

A huge thrust was issued from the ejection device, throwing the glider almost horizontally.

Leonard was immediately pressed against the back of the seat by a powerful force.

And when he was able to resume operations, he immediately checked the status of the fleet.

"Oh no, I just knew..."

Almost at the first glance, Leonard saw the two gliders collide, and both disintegrated and fell to the ground.

Obviously, those two guys forgot Leonard's warning in their panic, and flipped the joystick indiscriminately, so that this happened.

"Well, at least I haven't unlocked the bomb's safety."

After glancing at the dust rising from the ground for the last time, Leonard muttered to himself, and then began to direct the fleet to adjust the course according to the wind force and direction.

"Offset to ten o'clock, first move 15 degrees, and then slowly pull it in place!"

There was a vague response from the intercom, as well as a few flustered rhetorical questions.

Before Leonard could figure out what those guys wanted to ask, he discovered that one-third of the glider turned in the completely opposite direction, breaking away from the main force.

"Uh, this is a bit beyond my imagination..."

Leonard smiled wryly.

He really didn't think that there would be so many people who could go the other way at this juncture.

But at this time, there is no room for regret and adjustment.

On the ground, the strict military formation of the Marconians was already clearly visible.

At the same time, several bright rays of light flashed by, turning the three gliders in the fleet into fireballs in the air.

Leonard let out a long breath - he would be killed if he encountered this kind of attack, but this time, it seems that his luck is not bad.

"The insurance has been lifted, please follow the previous instructions and choose your own attack target!"

To be honest, this is not an easy task.

Drawings drawn from the ground are almost indistinguishable from a bird's-eye view.

But Leonard soon found a better indicator.

"Attention, the enemy's messenger cavalry has gorgeous feathers on their helmets. Those in charge of bombing should follow those beautiful feathers and drop the bombs where they stopped!"

At this moment, it was noon, and Marconia's messengers were busy walking through the army formation, not knowing that they had already sounded the death knell for their respective commanders.

Leonard himself, on the other hand, set his sights on the supply convoy in the core area of ​​the army formation.

"Haha, I want those Marconians to see hams flying in the air!"

Just like that, Leonard over the head of Tempus with excited shouts【[email protected]

In the next second, an alchemy bomb fell from the sky.

"boom!"