The battle raged on, and with more elven reinforcents arriving, the scale of the war and the battlefield continued to expand.
Just as the high-ranking elves were rejoicing at their growing advantage, they failed to notice a massive steel fleet looming in the skies to the north, closely monitoring the situation.
"Impressive, these elves," In the commander's office, Borsalino raised his right hand, glowing brightly in the air, while his left hand rested in the pocket of his yellow trousers. He stared at the holographic 3D projection showing the ongoing battle, clicking his tongue in admiration.
This was his new fruit power, developed through optical knowledge research.
Projection!
"Indeed, these elves, working with wind dragons and warships, are capable of going toe-to-toe with our majors and fighter units, especially those magical shields on the warships—quite troubleso."
"And according to the intelligence, they seem to have a powerful weapon called 'Fire Stone.' That's sothing to keep an eye on as well."
Run stared at the silent battlefield projection and spoke softly.
"Let's begin. Finish the battle as quickly as possible."
"Yes, sir!"
Borsalino retracted his right hand, and the lifelike projection before him vanished. Turning around, his eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, calmly gazed through the massive floor-to-ceiling window at the vast desert stretching into the distance.
Behind him, Major Run swiftly exited the office to issue orders.
The thirty fighter jets and one hundred mbers of the 'Sky-Cleaver Unit' with the rank of Major had been sent as an advance team, simply to test the strength of the elven race.
Now that the general situation was clear, it was naturally ti to send in the main force.
Soon.
A fleet composed of a space carrier, two frigates, and two transport ships set off once again, advancing toward the Elven Kingdom in the south.
At the sa ti.
Another squadron of fighter jets began to take off from the long runway, the thirty jets quickly forming into staggered formations in the sky.
Though the carrier deck no longer held any fighter jets, a group of large, muscular figures dressed in blue justice cloaks swiftly ran out from the hangar and lined up.
There were no fewer than nine hundred of them!
These were the remaining mbers of the 'Sky-Cleaver Unit', all of whom were air force officers at the rank of lieutenant colonel or above.
Among them were even Major Generals and Lieutenant Generals!
On the other side.
In the skies above the oasis, the air force of the World Governnt and the Elven fleet were fully engaged in battle.
They weaved in and out of each other, with shouts of war, screams of agony, and the constant sound of explosions filling the air.
Every mont, a dragon or fighter jet fell into the golden sand or the deep blue lake, with blood pouring out and scattering like raindrops from the sky.
The entire sky had beco a battlefield, consuming lives in a relentless frenzy.
At that mont, thirty fighter jets, accompanied by a noticeable disturbance, approached the battlefield. Without hesitation, they locked onto their targets and launched their missiles.
They didn't care that their allies were nearby.
They knew that in this battle, where the enemy outnumbered them, launching an attack imdiately would be their greatest help.
The explosive aftermath might be terrifying for the otherworldly beings.
But for these Starfish World soldiers, it was just a manageable inconvenience. Even if a teammate were accidentally killed in the explosion, no one would hold it against anyone—not even the deceased.
Because this was war—war against another world!
"Spread out, attack from the outer sides, keep your distance from the wind dragons."
"Rember, if necessary, the planes can be abandoned at any ti. They're not worth much."
The voices of the squadron leaders echoed in the pilots' earpieces.
[Boom! Boom! Boom!]
Missiles exploded between the Elven knights, but the effect was minimal. The Elves either used magic to intercept the missiles or quickly retreated using their wind shields.
But it was enough to disrupt their formation, giving the air force officers under siege a brief respite.
"Heh, heh, are they finally coming?"
An air force major skillfully dodged magical attacks from all directions. A smile of joy spread across his face as he saw the newly arrived fighter squadron.
"Hahahaha, if this is all you Elves can do, you're done for~"
He rejoiced inwardly, thinking that as long as he held out until the main force arrived, his role as a vanguard would earn him trendous rit.
Combined with the previous battle achievents, he would have enough to exchange for a legendary-grade treasure or even a barony with land and title.
...
"Ah, another group has arrived. Heh—only thirty of them. What's the point?"
The Governor Aismayiru stood on the second deck of the elven warship, gazing haughtily at the distant sky where a fierce battle raged above.
To his left, right, and behind, the skies were filled with nurous Wind Dragon Knights, as well as over twenty elven warships.
This represented two-thirds of the Elven Kingdom's military power, more than enough to crush any human kingdom.
"My Lord, these barbarians must think that just because they've invented this single-pilot flying machine and sohow gained the support of the feathered people, they can stand against us elves!"
A green-cloaked elven senator sneered beside him.
"Hmph, barbarians are just that—rough, foolish, and narrow-minded."
Another elven senator nodded, casually mocking them, then added, "But I've been observing. Why aren't those feathered people using advanced magic? And how is it that those barbarian soldiers are able to use magic that lets them walk in the air?"
"Hehehe, doesn't this just prove that these barbarians are rely getting help from a group of low-level feathered people who haven't even mastered advanced magic?"
The previous elven senator laughed.
Even among their own elven kind, not everyone could use advanced magic; so elves struggled to apply it in combat.
He figured the feathered people were no different.
It was unavoidable. The elves had not had contact with the feathered people for over a thousand years.
"As for that magic that lets them walk in the air, it seems interesting enough, but compared to our flight magic, it's nothing special!"
However, just as this elven senator finished speaking, an elf wearing a yellow cloak rushed up, calling loudly toward Aismayiru's back: "Report! The lookouts have spotted five magical ships approaching from about eight kiloters ahead. Each ship is not only five to six tis larger than our warships, but they're also made entirely of tal!"
"What?!"
At this, all the elven senators, including Aismayiru, were stunned.
"How is that possible? When did the barbarians start building steel warships, and even larger than ours? Where would they have gotten so many wind stones for energy?"
"Yeah, it's almost unbelievable!"
"Enough!"
Aismayiru, hearing the commotion, let out a sharp command, his tone filled with displeasure, silencing the room.
"Eight kiloters is practically right on top of us. We'll see for ourselves soon enough. Besides, they only have five ships. We have nearly forty warships, including those already in combat ahead. What is there to fear?!"
In fact, another ten or so warships were stationed at the capital, Adyl.
So, the entire elven kingdom only had about fifty ships—far fewer than the human kingdoms, whose fleets numbered in the hundreds.
However, even with two to three hundred ships, the human forces could only just match the elven fleet.
Therefore, Aismayiru was confident in his side's strength, and found the senators' shock laughable.
The elves never worried about the number of their enemies!
Suddenly!
Whether it was the soldiers in the air, engaged in fierce combat, or the elven fleet personnel observing from behind, everyone heard a sound like fabric being violently torn apart.
Then, a massive blade made entirely of roaring flas appeared, slashing across the vast battlefield in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a bloody streak hundreds of ters long from north to south.
The line of elven knights, along with the wind dragons beneath them, and even the elven warships equipped with 'rebound' shields, all split in two under the shocked gazes of the onlookers.
Such a horrifying scene left the elves no ti to question the strange phenonon—though the flas were clearly there, no heat could be felt.
Everyone's attention was fixed on the bodies of their kin and the debris of the warships plumting down, their descent accompanied by a chilling clatter.
The usual sounds of battle—the clashing of weapons, the screams of the wounded—vanished in an instant, as if they had never existed.
What just happened?
But soon, a new sight drew attention. In the northern sky, a group of barbarians and avians appeared, all wearing blue cloaks. A quick estimate put their numbers at close to a thousand.
Many of the elven knights turned pale at the sight.
From their previous fierce battles, they had quickly realized that there was a huge difference in power between the cloaked and non-cloaked barbarians.
Moreover, the fiery sword light that had just ripped through the battlefield, clearly surpassing level three and possibly even level four magic, had clearly been the work of the barbarian at the front, wielding a red-patterned long blade.
What level of powerhouse was he?
"Kill!!!"
Lieutenant General Kaisha dashed forward. He cut through the elven knights' lines, setting off waves of raging flas. Hidden within the flas were hundreds of sword slashes, cutting through everything in their path, blood and bodies flying, screams echoing.
The so-called wind ball shields had turned into a mockery!
Without shouting any nas of breathing techniques, as a lieutenant general who had just broken through to the Great Sword Master level, his swordsmanship transcended the limitations of any elental technique.
Though, the breathing technique's visual effects were undeniably impressive.
[Boom————]
Monts later, the nine hundred officers from the Sky-Cleaver Unit, following Lieutenant General Kaisha, crashed into the elven knights like teors hitting the surface of a lake.
Any elf knight who stood in their way was brutally sent flying, blown away by their various powers and skills.
Even the wind dragons, seemingly massive and powerful, with their rotating wind ball shields, seed as fragile as paper when struck by the attacks of the colonels and brigadiers.
They even dared to crash into the steel-constructed elven warships!
[Bang!]
The first impact was blocked by the 'rebound' shield, and an annoyed expression flickered on their faces. They slamd into it again, then again, casually dodging the barrage of magic flying toward them.
On the fifth and sixth impacts, the shield shattered like fragile glass.
At this sight, the air force officers revealed cruel smiles.
In their beast forms, empowered by Armant Haki, they resembled monstrous black birds and insects, stalking the elven knights on the warship's deck, bringing death with every swing of their blades.
The elven legislators, cloaked in green, now appeared as little more than glowing fireflies, darting around in the air.
They had tried to use magic or flying swords to fight back.
But their efforts were futile—either the attacks were easily dodged, or they struck the black bodies without causing any damage.
They were on an entirely different level compared to the barbarians and feathered people they'd fought before!
"Demons... Aaaaah, the demons are here!!!"
One elven legislator scread in his final monts, the most heart-wrenching cry of his life.
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