Chapter 37

In the midst of cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

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In the midst of Portland's great army, there was actually a Thunderbird? This was something that had not been detected even with the use of the Light Mirror Technique before.

As a ninth-rank flying giant bird, the Thunderbird has a natural immunity to low-rank magic below the third rank, is extremely fast, can control the power of lightning and wind, and its iron feathers, hard as steel, are impervious to weapons. It is one of the most terrifying flying creatures among aerial mounts, second only to dragons.

"Damn it!"

Before Lin Mo could finish speaking, the spirit of wind and lightning appeared before his eyes in an instant. The air was filled with the rumbling of thunder, and the speed of the opponent's sudden acceleration even broke the sound barrier.

Electric sparks danced between the black feathers as it spread its sharp, unmatched bird claws towards him and the fire dragon, seemingly intent on tearing both man and dragon to shreds.

Although the fire dragon, which Lin Mo had taken from the "Flash Spirit" dragon squadron leader of Portland's vanguard, was subdued by force, it was still somewhat obedient. However, its reaction time was a bit slow. Under the control of the dragon rider's superb aerial riding skills, it barely obeyed, but it was far from enough to face the fierce and sharp Thunderbird.

"Screech!~~~~~"

The piercing bird cry was like a demonic sound piercing the ears. The violent air currents from the huge wings completely enveloped the fire dragon, which was smaller in size.

Lin Mo pulled the reins hard to avoid, but the fire dragon could not react in time. It only managed to turn its body halfway, and its right scale wing was torn apart by the bird claws.

The fire dragon, which Lin Mo had taken from the "Flash Spirit" dragon squadron leader of Portland's vanguard, was subdued by force. Although it was obedient, its reaction time was a bit slow.

The dragon and rider immediately lost balance and fell from a height of several hundred meters.

The fire dragon, classified by the "Dragon General" as a sixth-rank flying beast, was far from a match for the ninth-rank Thunderbird. Even without the brutal training by the dragon rider, it would have been hard to hold out for more than a few rounds against the Thunderbird.

"Repulsion Shield, landing mode, 25% output power!"

Following the dragon rider's voice command, the mithril threads embedded in the "Dragon General" tactical armor's defensive layer suddenly glowed, releasing an invisible anti-gravity field.

"Hmph! Sylan people, is being an aerial knight so easy? Go back to the ground, the sky is not your playground!"

The aerial knight riding the Thunderbird coldly watched the fire dragon carrying its rider fall.

A weakling who couldn't even last one round was not even worth his attention.

"Sesia people?"

In the instant the Thunderbird attacked, Lin Mo clearly saw the aerial knight riding it. The distinctive style of the aerial armor was clearly the standard equipment of the Sesia Empire.

In this invasion by the Republic of Portland, there was actually the shadow of the Sesia Empire, the western neighbor of the Sylan Empire.

He never expected that these two countries would join forces to attack the Sylan Empire from both sides. This would be a huge problem, as a two-front war would inevitably make the Sylan Empire struggle to cope.

His thoughts raced like lightning. As he fell with the dragon, Lin Mo suddenly grabbed the dragon rider's spear. The light battle aura surged, continuously pouring into the spear, and the spear tip instantly burned with a bright white flame, flickering.

With a sudden roar, his waist and legs tensed like a large bow, releasing a powerful force. The dragon rider's spear was thrown with all his might, whistling towards the Thunderbird in the sky.

Aerial knight's creed: As long as there is height, never give up!

Whether in battle or survival!

If his partner, the gold dragon Gold Coin, were here, this Thunderbird and its rider would be completely slaughtered. He still vividly remembered how the gold dragon, with its body like a hedgehog of blades, cruelly tore a Thunderbird to pieces in mid-air during the final battle in the central mountains of Hailar.

"Bold!~"

The aerial knight Rois, riding the Thunderbird, roared in shock and anger, never expecting that the Sylan knight would still launch a desperate attack in such a situation.

"Chirp!~"

The Thunderbird and its aerial knight underestimated the opponent's fighting spirit. Caught off guard, the standard dragon rider's spear pierced through its right wing, a fitting retribution.

Fortunately, the spear narrowly missed the wing bone. Even so, it still caused it to screech in pain, unable to maintain its flight posture.

"Huey, steady! Steady! Use 'Wind Feather Fall'!"

The Sesia Empire's Thunderbird aerial knight Rois clung to the saddle, soothing his mount while helping to adjust the center of gravity to help the mount quickly regain control.

The wind element energy in the surrounding air rapidly converged towards the ninth-rank giant bird. With the assistance of the innate spell "Wind Feather Fall," the Thunderbird quickly stabilized its body, and the panic in its cries gradually subsided.

With its wings spread flat, the Thunderbird, enveloped by the wind element energy, slowly spiraled down to the ground, likely losing its high-speed maneuverability for a short time.

Boom!~

A dull sound came from the forest below, and the fire dragon's cries were abruptly cut off, never to be heard again.

"Calling Lieutenant Colonel Li Muxin, Lieutenant Colonel Li Mubing, immediately terminate the original plan. A powerful enemy has appeared that cannot be resisted. Everyone evacuate Snow Pine Town and retreat to Lian City as quickly as possible. Please inform the mayor of Lian City and have him immediately report to the capital. The people of Portland have joined forces with the Sesia people, and the empire will be caught in a two-front war."

With the assistance of the magnetic plasma engine controlled by the "Dragon General" computer system, the dragon rider, enveloped by the repulsion shield's anti-gravity field, landed steadily without any impact damage.

Approaching the nearly lifeless fire dragon, Lin Mo pulled out a special survival knife, took a deep breath, and then cleanly stabbed it into the dragon's head. The blade, infused with light battle aura, penetrated the dragon's skull and brain without resistance, ending its life painlessly.

"May your soul rest in peace, in the name of the Dragon God!"

Gently touching the fire dragon's eyes, Lin Mo, with a devout expression, pulled out the survival knife, shook off the blood and brain matter, and re-sheathed it.

"Sylan people! Are you an aerial knight?"

The dragon rider turned his gaze and saw the Sesia Empire's aerial knight Rois and the Thunderbird staring at him fiercely from a distance.

The dragon rider's spear, which had been embedded in the Thunderbird's right wing, had been pulled out at some point. A fist-sized clump of tangled feathers could still be seen on the right wing, which was folded back, apparently recently treated with medicine. The nearby feathers were still stained with purple blood, not yet dry.

From the moment he ended the fire dragon's life to the time he sheathed the survival knife, although the other party had already landed nearby, they did not rush over to attack. Instead, they quietly waited for Lin Mo to complete this simple battlefield ritual before speaking.

Aerial knights are the most traditional of all military units, much like the nobility. They have their own pride.

Through Lin Mo's actions, the Sesia people guessed that the other party was likely a fellow aerial knight. Only a true aerial knight would treat a dying aerial mount with such respect, regardless of whose it was.

"Yes!"

Lin Mo did not relax his vigilance just because the other party did not attack. He drew the two-handed knight's greatsword, a gift from Lord Klass Bart, from his back and assumed the starting stance of the "Array Breaking Sword" technique, pointing it at the Sesia Empire's aerial knight.

"Sylan aerial knight, where is your mount?"

Rois looked around but saw no other aerial mounts. He knew that the dead fire dragon was not the other party's mount but the mount of the "Flash Spirit" dragon squadron leader, Du Bo, of the Portland vanguard.

The Sylan Empire's air power was famous for the Royal Dragon Cavalry Corps, whose main force consisted of dragon riders. In addition, there were some other aerial mounts as supplementary forces, but their numbers were not large.

He clearly mistook Lin Mo for an aerial knight riding another mount and did not consider the possibility that he was a dragon rider.

If it were a true dragon rider, there would be no need for such a grand arrangement for the town's defense. With the formidable and terrifying combat power of a dragon, a single dragon rider could easily crush the Portland vanguard by repeatedly charging, and even the fourth-rank mage would not escape.

"It's not here!" Lin Mo shrugged, seeing no need to deceive the other party.

The Sesia people were right, but they did not expect that the other party's mount was on "vacation," and it was a true dragon, a gold dragon known for its cruelty and savagery.

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