Alien paradise

Sitting... people?

Man-made flying machine?

Katerina had heard that the Northern Society and Gleick Academy were jointly researching an inflatable aircraft that used a miniaturized steam device and a huge skinned air bag to achieve the effect of floating in the air. But regardless of whether this thing was built or not, its characteristics were completely inconsistent with the outline of the black shadow in front of me.

The people below were still surprised, but Farrellan, who was sitting on the plane, could only scream "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

He discovered that what he had experienced before was nothing more than pediatrics!

When the plane rushed down from an altitude of two thousand meters, the airflow seemed to have turned into a solid wall, tightly confining him in the small cockpit. He could hear nothing but the roar of the wind. The angle almost perpendicular to the sea made his blood flow backwards, and his body seemed to have lost weight!

He had certainly seen a lot in his life.

It can be seen that there are limits to being knowledgeable!

Farrellan could barely control his inner emotions - fear, shock, and the most instinctive passion for flying. All of them came together to form a cathartic howl.

Anthony controlled the plane to keep getting closer to the sea. When the altitude indicator dropped to 300 meters, he suddenly pulled the stick back to change the nose of the plane from dive to upward. This huge change in G value made him feel that his brain was ischemic, his legs were swollen, and at the same time he felt a sense of joy from the bottom of his heart!

In reality, he is fifty-six years old. His chronic illness and myocardial atrophy prevent him from flying a plane over the Siberian ice field as he did when he was young. But now, he has regained the feeling of the past, even if he is only driving a plane. A piston machine instead of the jet of his youth.

He doesn't care what kind of organization Paradise is and what its purpose is. It doesn't matter even if the other party wants to rule the world. He just wanted Paradise to last forever.

The plane completely changed to level flight when it was almost fifty meters close to the sea level. The strong wind it brought even caused ripples on the sea surface. This height is already lower than the mast of the warship. In theory, the firing angle of the naval gun can envelope the aircraft. But Anthony is not worried about this at all. Looking at the slowly rotating turrets, he knows that these warships have not considered the anti-aircraft performance of the main guns from the beginning of their design. The speed of their rotation is enough for the JJ-6 to circle the fleet three or four times. week.

"Are you ready!?" Anthony turned and shouted.

"Ah? What are you preparing for?" Farrellan yelled back amidst the howling of the strong wind.

"The roll of cloth I gave you before boarding the plane, unfold it later when you get close to the warship!"

Only then did he remember that there was indeed a bundle of cloth in his arms. Farrelly unfolded it and found that there were only a few huge words written on it: "I am Farrelly."

He couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

I have to say that this notification method is really simple enough.

In less than half a minute, the plane had already approached two to three hundred meters ahead of the fleet. Farrellan could see the sailors on the deck were in a mess. Some were holding guns, and some were shouting at the plane. It's like looking at a monster. Anthony seemed not to be satisfied yet, and continued to lower his altitude, almost passing by the bridge of the battleship! For a moment, Farrellan's eyes seemed to be looking at the shocked captain, first mate and others through the glass window of the command room.

Then he threw one end of the cloth roll out of the cabin, and the big characters on it suddenly fluttered like a flag.

Lane had recognized Farrelly even earlier than that.

While waving to the plane, he shouted to the boatswain not to shoot, because one of his own was sitting on it!

"You said the person who controls the machine is Farrellan?" Katerina asked in surprise.

"I don't know because there are two people on the plane, but I'm sure the one in the back is Mr. Detective!" Ryan shouted excitedly, "I have to tell the commander this news. He is not imprisoned by the Paradise Cult!"

At this time, the plane just passed over the flagship Bibo, and the cloth strips fluttering in the wind confirmed Ryan's statement.

"Look! I said it was him!"

Katerina couldn't help but smile, "Okay, I'll keep an eye on the deck for you, and you go to the command room."

But just then, the piercing alarm bell sounded! The sailors ducked down one after another and ran towards the ear canals on both sides of the deck.

Farrellan couldn't help but be stunned.

Of course he knew what the alarm bell meant! Before the artillery fires, the people staying on the front deck must be cleared to prevent the muzzle wind from hurting people. This is the countdown before the battleship fires!

At the same time, the twin gun barrels of the flagship were also slowly raised. Judging from the elevation angle, it was obviously not directed at the flying machine.

Farrellan subconsciously turned his head and saw a rugged coastline in front of the bow of the ship, shining in the rising morning light.

There is the Brilliant Castle!

"Why are you still standing there? Come and hide!" A sailor shouted to the two of them.

Ryan looked back towards the bridge. Although he couldn't see where Commodore Fenier was, there was no reason why the commander at the highest point of the flagship couldn't notice the machines flying around the fleet and the reactions of the sailors below.

"absurd……"

He whispered something, and then pulled out the hilt of the sword hanging from his waist. It was a short blade with a strange shape. The handle was no different from a one-handed sword, but the blade was only ten centimeters long. It was completely black and rough, like a primitive stone dagger dug out of ancient ruins.

"Ryan?" A look of surprise flashed in Katerina's eyes.

"Since they don't want to stop, let me help them stop." Ryan raised the hilt of the sword above his head, and the blade suddenly became ethereal, as if it had lost its physical form.

The priestess sighed and took two steps back.

This attitude was tantamount to acquiescing to his next actions.

"Thank you."

Ryan shouted and slashed the hilt of his sword towards the turret. At the same time, the sword blade erupted with light like black flames, and its length also extended to an exaggerated extent of more than thirty meters! When the black flame blade touched the turret, the steel plate covering the turret melted away like butter on a hot knife, and the cross section turned red!

He slashed the sword blade to the bottom, and did not stop until the black flames came into contact with the deck - this blow had no earth-shattering effect, not even the crisp sound of an ordinary sword hitting steel was heard. If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, He didn't even notice that Ryan had swung his sword at the turret.

It wasn't until the two gun barrels were diagonally severed from their roots and hit the deck heavily that people realized what had just happened!

Not only that, this slash also cut straight into the turret, splitting the entire steel tower cover into two. Through the neat gaps in the protective armor, one could see that the gunner inside was completely stunned, standing there with trembling hands and feet, unable to say a word.

Seeing that no crew members were affected, Ryan sheathed his sword with satisfaction. Although this process was a bit rough and would definitely cause a lot of trouble afterwards, he did not regret the move he just made.

Even if it happened again, he would still make the same choice.

Because Ryan knew that this was the right thing to do.