Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 358 What's it like to sit in the Zhang family's missile-equipped house?

Inside the command post.

The large screen occupied the entire wall, and its light reflected on everyone's faces, revealing a variety of expressions.

On the screen, four red tracks extend straight out, marking the missile's flight path in real time.

The staff member sat at the control panel, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Missile No. 1, altitude 5,500 meters, speed stable."

"Missile No. 2, attitude normal, yaw angle 0.03 degrees."

"The fuel consumption of the No. 3 missile is in line with expectations."

"Missile No. 4 has a good satellite signal and is expected to arrive at the target area in one hour and twenty minutes."

Zhao Gang stood in front of the screen, his hands behind his back, and nodded in satisfaction.

He turned around, looked at the representatives of various ethnic groups behind him, and explained with a smile:

"The speed of the Changjian-10A is over 800 kilometers per hour."

"In terms of speed, that's about 230 meters per second."

"Their movement speed is about the same as when they fight at level six, so they can adapt completely without any problems."

A look of surprise flashed across Adrian's eyes.

"This speed... is comparable to the flight speed of a dragon, isn't it?"

Thorin looked on with envy.

"It's good to be able to fly. We dwarves used to have airships too, but they were too slow."

"It's a pity... I wonder when we'll be able to regain our former glory."

.......

high in the air.

The sixth-tier elven warrior gripped the handle on the missile tightly.

The wind whistled in his ears, making his long hair dance wildly.

The initial fear has long since dissipated.

He opened his eyes wide with curiosity, looking around.

The earth below swept past rapidly.

Mountains, rivers, and forests unfold like a giant scroll beneath your feet.

He took a deep breath.

The air was cold, with the thinness characteristic of high altitudes.

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But for a sixth-tier warrior, this small amount is nothing.

He even felt... kind of good.

"So, this is the missile of Great Xia."

"The speed isn't as fast as I expected."

"Hopefully, as Mr. Lin Mo said, it won't explode..."

He recalled the scene when more than 400,000 demons attacked the Great Xia from the sea.

Those missiles were so fast that their trajectories were completely obscured.

Before the ten sixth-tier demons could react, they were blown to pieces.

This was also what he was afraid of before; how unjust it would be if he died in an explosion!

Now, the speed of this missile is only about the same as when he is moving at full speed.

"It seems that Great Xia has many types of missiles."

"This is the slower type."

My tense nerves completely relaxed.

Enjoy the scenery along the way.

The clouds drifted past, seemingly within reach.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting dappled shadows on the earth.

In the distance, a flock of birds scattered in panic.

A smile played at the corners of his lips.

"This experience... is truly novel."

He looked down at his feet.

On the land, the areas occupied by the demons were deathly silent.

Black, corroded marks spread across the land like scars.

When it passed over the territory of the elves, it was a verdant expanse.

The massive silhouette of the World Tree is faintly visible in the distance, like a beacon.

The tree canopy blocks out the sun, its branches and leaves are lush, and it emits a faint green glow.

That's the World Tree!

"The City of Ivinor!"

He shouted excitedly.

"We've arrived at the Elf King's City!"

The missile began to circle the World Tree.

Following Zhao Gang's instructions, he released the handle.

The body instantly detached from the missile and began freefall.

The wind howled even more fiercely.

He silently counted:

"Five, four, three, two, one—"

He suddenly pulled the parachute straps.

Bang!

The parachute opened instantly.

The immense pulling force made his body pause.

The descent speed suddenly slowed down.

He floated steadily toward the ground.

Beneath the World Tree, countless elves looked up and gazed upwards.

"What is that?"

"Oh my god! A handsome guy fell from the sky?"

"Wait, those are our people!"

The elves were buzzing with discussion.

The sixth-tier elf warrior landed and retracted his parachute.

"Finally back!"

"The people of Great Xia weren't lying to me; they really could get here quickly, much faster than a mount!"

The surrounding elves gathered around, chattering and asking questions.

"Where are you from?"

"What is that flying thing in the sky?"

"How did you fall from the sky? Was that your new mount?"

The sixth-tier elf warrior waved his hand.

"Make way, I have urgent business with Her Majesty the Queen."

He hurried along, running towards the World Tree.

.......

the other side.

A sixth-tier knight of the Holy Human race, carrying a missile, streaked across the sky.

His eyes were filled with shock.

He never imagined that he would one day fly in this way.

The wind whistled past my ears, like countless sharp blades cutting through me.

He gripped the handle tightly, his body tense.

The golden armor reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

He looked down at his feet.

The earth swept past rapidly.

Mountains, rivers, and cities, like a giant map.

A strange feeling welled up inside him.

"So missiles can not only send demons into the sky, but also people!"

He recalled everything he had seen in the Great Xia territory.

Those steel behemoths, those terrifying weapons.

And those Great Xia soldiers, with confident smiles on their faces.

A sense of awe welled up in his heart.

"The Great Xia, what a powerful race!"

In the distance, a pristine white city comes into view.

The city walls are towering, the buildings are magnificent, and they radiate a sacred light.

City of Holy Light!

He was thrilled.

"We're here! We've finally arrived!"

Inside the tallest church atop the mountain in the City of Holy Light.

The Pope sat upright in a high-backed chair, his eyes closed in contemplation.

A long white robe hung down, and holy light flowed around him.

suddenly.

He frowned.

His eyes snapped open.

His gaze was sharp, as if piercing through the church walls and reaching the sky.

He raised his right hand, and white light gathered in his palm.

Holy light magic is about to be unleashed.

But next second.

He paused.

His brows furrowed even deeper.

He sensed a familiar fluctuation within that aura.

"Those are...our people?" His voice was hoarse, revealing the weariness of time.

He stood up, his robes billowing even without wind, and walked toward the church door.

Push open the door.

Sunlight shone on his face, revealing a sacred quality amidst his wrinkles.

He squinted and looked up at the sky.

An unidentified object is flying rapidly towards us.

Its tail trailed a long flame, leaving a white trail in the air.

A look of surprise flashed in the Pope's eyes.

"Those are... Great Xia's cannonballs?"

He remembered the weapons Kyle had previously purchased.

He had seen those shells before.

But the one in front of us is much larger.

and……

His gaze sharpened.

There was a person sitting on the shell!

The golden armor reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

Those are knights of their holy human race!

pope:"???"

His usually composed face couldn't help but reveal a hint of disbelief at this moment.

Can people sit on artillery shells?

He took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and could only conclude that:

The Great Xia truly deserves to be called the race that gave birth to a holy son and was favored by the gods.