The powerful fighting jets entered the airspace, unaffected by the attacks of the Warlocks.
Even though the warplanes appeared to be ordinary but the formations that were made on them made them even more threatening.
No attacks were able to pass through the formation shields, which not only absorbed the attacks but fired them back with equal force.
The warplanes dropped the bombs as they continued racing ahead.
The defensive Warlocks cast the barriers to save themselves and their allies, but most didn't get such a chance. They had thought that the battles were going to be between Variants.
For so reason, it was the machinery of the Warlock Council against the Warlocks of Uprising, and the machinery had an advantage.
"How did they manage to use the Sword Formations on planes? We had no idea they were so developed. And these are just ordinary fighter planes. Their Warlocks aren't even here yet," Kellian muttered, observing the explosions that were taking place all around.
Amongst the five fighter Planes, one of them continued going straight ahead without stopping. The other four turned around after so distance and started flying back.
"Cassius should have known more about Sword Formations. If only he were here, we might not be at such a disadvantage," Duke said, glaring at the planes.
"What disadvantage! I shall destroy all shields! The shield stops the attacks and fires back? We only need to overwhelm them! Use an attack that even the shield shouldn't be able to defend!" Tristan declared.
"Stop treating these planes as ordinary human toys! Treat them as your biggest enemies!" he added as he took a step forward.
He held the hilt of his sword once again and took a deep breath. "Here we go once again. It's ti to bring you out completely."
He tapped the hilt of the Sword three tis before he pulled his sword out in its entirety!
The deep silver blade of the Sword ca out at a speed that made it impossible to see the blade!
Unlike before, Tristan pulled out his entire sword before putting it back instead of just a fraction of it.
The Sword was back in the sheath instantly; however, the attack had already left the Sword.
A pitch-black arc of light left his sword, which was accompanied with a hint of blood red. The attack kept getting bigger and bigger the more it traveled, also gaining more strength.
The attack was so destructive that even Spatial cracks started flickering in its surrounding as it flew ahead.
The formation shield once again appeared to stop the attack; however, this ti, the outco was different. The destructive attack had so much strength that even the formation shield was incapable of stopping it.
After a montary resistance, the formation was destroyed. The attack was also weakened in this conflict.
Tristan smirked as he saw the formation being destroyed. It showed that these planes weren't anything to be concerned about. These five planes could be taken out by him alone.
"Huh?" His smirk disappeared abruptly.
Another formation had started shining on the plane, which was similar to the last one. This one did manage to stop the attack as the first formation had already weakened the attack.
"They have more than one on each plane? Just what exactly is happening here? How many do they have?"
Tristan grew stunned. Not only did Warlock Council manage to use the Formation on things that weren't swords, but they also managed to make backup formations work.
Now the question remains! Just how many backup formations did one plane have? What if they had a hundred? What about two hundred? Could he attack that many tis just to take out one helicopter?
Just as Tristan was stunned, his own attack was fired in his direction.
"Get out of your daze!" Dallas tapped the shoulders of Tristan as he raised his hand, casting a barrier before the two of them.
The attack hit the barrier and disappeared swiftly.
The planes continued firing missiles while also reversing the attacks of the Warlocks as well.
The entire field beca chaotic because of four fighter jets. The powerful Warlocks of Uprising were able to avoid the attacks or stop them entirely. Still, the weak Variants who were here to provide backup to the main team found themselves at the biggest disadvantage at the mont.
Most of them didn't have enough strength to block the attacks.
Flas, craters, and explosions could be seen everywhere as the Variants started running.
They had tried attacking the planes only to realize that it was useless. Since the attacks only ca back at them, they stopped attacking entirely and started running.
Kellian observed the chaotic field, stunned. This whole battle was against all his expectations. So many of them were killed, and they hadn't even seen the face of the enemy Warlocks.
In fact, he wasn't even sure if there were Warlocks inside the planes. These planes were covered in the formations. That's what they were using to fight back. It didn't need a Warlock.
"If the Warlock Council has planes like these, they don't need Warlocks to fight either. They can simply use humans," Kellian muttered.
A missile was coming towards him from the back, but he remained lost in thoughts.
"But why would they do sothing like this? If humans could use the Sword Formations of Sword Warlocks, wouldn't it be bad? Humans can start fighting the Warlocks, and one day, they might even attack the Warlock Council."
"The existence of technology like this isn't good for any Variant. They must have taken so precautions to protect themselves. It's either sothing that only works for a limited ti, or it's sothing that can be used by a Variant only?"
The missile reached awfully close to Kellian, just one ter behind him. The missile soon hit him.
As the missile hit Kellian, it passed through his body. What appeared of him turned to a shadow and dispersed.
The real Kellian appeared in a different place, still lost in thought.
"The Sword Formation can work without any energy of the Variant as it collects energy from the Nature with synergy, so I doubt it has any limitation like working for a limited ti. It should be able to work for a long ti."
"I wonder what they did if they did anything."
"Co out of your daze. We need a plan!" Tristan yelled.
"Hmm?" Kellian turned to find Tristan yelling at him.
"It's not the ti for observation. We need a plan. We can't go on like this. Even if we destroy the shields of the plane, others appear instantly!"
"I agree. We need a plan. Most of the Guild mbers are dying," Dallas also agreed.. "If it goes on like this, only the Uprising mber would be left."
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