Gude gripped the control stick tightly, his eyes fixed on the front.

The passage of time seemed to slow down.

At first, he could still hear the roar of the engine, but gradually, that sound was replaced by the thumping of his heart. Before long, even the heartbeat disappeared, and the surrounding world became exceptionally quiet.

The bomb was moving further and further away from the Wrath of Heaven, and the crack in the upper dome was getting larger and larger, almost taking up most of the field of vision. By this point, many devils had noticed them, but in the frozen time, even their turning movements were as slow as snails.

He couldn't help but recall the scene from the mission confirmation meeting before departure.

"Your Highness, is the bomb dropped by the bomber group really that powerful?"

"If I fly fast enough, I should be able to leave the impact behind, right?"

The person who asked this was Fenjin, and his unreliable remarks always caused laughter. Honestly, he was sometimes envious of this guy.

"Unless you fly faster than light." Princess Tilly ruthlessly rejected this idea. "The strong light it produces when it explodes can directly cook you. By the time you see it and want to run, it will be too late. Even if you are lucky enough to avoid the light, the subsequent shock wave will exceed the speed of sound in a short time, so the only safe way to avoid it is to be far enough away from it." She paused here, "At least for the first one."

"What about the second one?"

"If the goddess of luck favors you, there may be other opportunities. But instead of praying to heaven, can't you push the control stick and evacuate in advance?"

Amidst the laughter, Princess Tilly didn't elaborate, but Gude took it to heart.

In fact, as long as you see the first bomb explode, you can guess what other ways the Princess was referring to for avoiding the impact—the Glory of the Sun itself is not enough to completely erase the God-made God, which is why the plan emphasizes aiming at the core area of Mist Lake as much as possible. And when it detonates inside, the latter's huge body will become a natural shield.

But Princess Tilly didn't say one thing correctly, it wasn't all about luck, it depended more on the teammates.

If it were someone else, Gude wouldn't be so sure.

And the Harmony Ark captain in charge of the second round of bombing was Eagle Face.

A man who least believes in luck.

If it were the instructor, he would do his duty to the extreme.

This is also the reason why Gude was determined to escort him for the last part of the journey.

He didn't want the enemy's luck to ruin everything the instructor had done.

"Hey, Gude, answer me! Are you daydreaming!" Suddenly, his companion's voice broke the stagnation of time, and the sound of wind and the roar of the engine returned to his ears again—"Damn it, if we don't leave, we'll go in with the bomb! Do you want to abandon Rachel—"

"Remember the set of movements we practiced?" Gude interrupted him, "Three, two, one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Manfred, flying in the lead, pulled up the fuselage.

He followed closely behind, pulling the control stick towards his chest.

The three planes scattered in turn, like a blooming flower—and the bud at the center was the round bomb.

The huge force pressed him tightly against the seat, making it difficult to even breathe. The field of vision slowly rotated, moving from the central crack to the outer Black Stone Tower wall. Even with the maneuverability of the Wrath of Heaven, it was particularly difficult at this moment.

During the high-speed dive, it was impossible to directly switch to level flight, and once the bomb exploded, the entire sky would become extremely dangerous. All they could do was try their best to adjust the angle and fly the Wrath of Heaven close to the outer shell of the God-made God, using the pyramid-shaped stone wall to escape the blast wave, while using distance to buy time for turning.

It was at this moment that Gude saw an extremely strange devil.

Whether in decoration or appearance, it was essentially different from other devils on the battlefield. The closest they got was less than fifty meters, and it was no exaggeration to say that they brushed shoulders. For a moment, he thought he would be torn to pieces by the other party's ability, or turned into a statue, but in the end nothing happened.

It just stood there, watching him fly past.

At the same time, the bomb brushed the edge of the crack and fell inside the dome.

…

Mask put down the hand holding the core high.

Luck was not on the side of the clan.

Or rather, when it saw the three iron birds rushing down all the way with the black iron block, this was no longer a gamble of fate.

Prepared versus unprepared, humanity had already reached this point, and it would be an underestimation of fate to force coincidence to reverse everything.

Naso Pele closed its eyes and connected to the Birth Tower.

The King was still constantly issuing instructions, including mobilizing the troops stationed in Anrieta, his tone as cold as a human machine. It directly controlled the core instrument and cut off the King's communication—in a sense, doing so was equivalent to exposing its tampering with the magic core, but it no longer cared about this.

The King quickly reacted, and the floating lake beneath his feet surged violently. The shock of magic was as strong as substance. Probably in the sea of consciousness, the King had stirred up several ripples. As long as it had any contact with the world of consciousness, it would probably be directly pulled into the Sovereign Throne without even a chance to resist.

Unfortunately, the "net" it created had no connection with the world of consciousness.

This was its own domain.

Mask simply shielded the head that could sense magic, and the whole world became quiet.

At this moment, it was the Birth Tower itself—and this was the most suitable position to feel the new inheritance of mankind.

The moment it saw the metal block, Naso Pele "opened" all its arms towards the sky.

"Come on, let me take a good look—"

—The power of knowledge.

It couldn't say the second half of the sentence, and the dazzling light swallowed it.

…

With a muffled thunderous sound, Gude was surprised to see the Black Stone Pyramid behind him suddenly swell a circle, as if the outer shell was not stone, but some kind of soft liquid!

A strong impact refracted a clear ripple on the rock wall. When it spread to the apex, flames mixed with a large amount of dust spewed out from the crack, instantly exceeding the dust column produced by the first explosion.

The upper layer of the pyramid also completely disintegrated, and almost a third of the stones were sent into the sky together.

If he had been a little slower, this explosion would have been enough to annihilate him as well.

But this was just the beginning.

Soon, the spewing flames turned another color.

The color was simply like blood.

Its eruption scale quickly surpassed the smoke column and dyed half the sky blood red.

Gude noticed that it was not red mist, but viscous molten fire. The God-made God was now like an erupting volcano, constantly spewing the accumulated lava from inside into the clouds.

And when this molten fire expanded to a limit, another more shocking explosion burst open!

Mist Lake was ignited.