Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 1194 - 917: The Great Air Battle of Anchorage

Chapter 1194: Chapter 917: The Great Air Battle of Anchorage

Although the process was painful, six years later, even the restrictor was removed from Huang Feng. She looked up with a dazed gaze towards Farosa.

Is she thinking about the promise I gave? Farosa pondered. She raised her hand, forming an invisible link to bind Huang Feng’s soul, ready to borrow her magic power and will.

"A40 is still at the front line," Huang Feng said. So she was missing A40.

"Yes, it and the most advanced batch of robots are assaulting the Lighthouse Core’s command post."

"So dangerous?" Huang Feng worried.

"If we’re lucky, we can paralyze their command center. We only need half an hour’s gap to claim a great victory. Of course, I also need your magic power," Farosa said.

"After all this is over, will we be free?" Huang Feng asked.

"Soon," Farosa promised, "I assure you."

Besides this extinction-level battle against the Lighthouse Core, what other wars will they have to fight afterward?

By then, Huang Feng would have no better end than to retire to a pastoral life with A40.

Huang Feng let down her guard, closed her eyes, and nodded.

Farosa guided Huang Feng’s magic power.

The magic power of a Reality Manipulator is particularly special, as if changing the fundamental rules of reality.

Under Farosa’s manipulation and guidance, it flowed smoothly, with no hindrance, and the efficiency of altering reality was even better.

Farosa quickly attempted to master Huang Feng’s magic power, binding it to herself.

At that moment, Farosa sensed that her connection with the mortal world was even more peculiar, as if observing herself from an outsider’s perspective, allowing her to redefine herself.

Is this the leisure of Reality Manipulators? Farosa thought to herself. The ability to modify everything and add new rules.

On this level, Reality Manipulators are indeed terrifying.

Such power is outstanding in both enemy and allied camps. And Huang Feng’s "Command Reality" is even more perfect, brilliant, and flawless.

Farosa and Huang Feng locked eyes. At this moment, Huang Feng was already under Farosa’s control, seemingly existing solely to cooperate with Farosa.

"Huang Feng" stared at Farosa and issued a command: "From now on, victory without defeat."

The magic power of reality altered Farosa’s abilities, she felt this world was being modified to adapt to Farosa’s new existence.

Now it’s my turn to master this reality, to let reality adapt to me. Farosa contemplated inwardly.

She closed her eyes, carefully calibrating her abilities, and began forecasting and simulating the future again.

As expected, with Huang Feng’s command over reality, even the "lines of fate" in the future underwent major changes. Many previously losing scenarios were now corrected to victories.

My current self... is very strong!

Farosa nodded.

Anchorage, having been interfered by the Lighthouse Core’s Reality Manipulator Delaney, experienced a distortion in the nature of magic power’s existence and would be unable to use magic power for a long time, thus relying on other types of energy.

Boom! Boom!

She heard the earsplitting sound of weapon fire and saw from afar the blue-green particle stream blasting towards the air-borne Yan Duo.

It drove over to observe the situation, unexpectedly coming under attack.

Repulsion Beam? Farosa frowned and observed.

The Lighthouse Core fired a malicious and special kind of particle, resonating at a frequency beyond the scientific fringe, enough to tear matter apart on a microscopic level.

Nestor Corporation possesses some experimental repulsion weapons, but not arranged on such a large scale as the Lighthouse Core. It seems their weapon technology is more advanced.

The repulsion beams pierced the air one after another, each powerful enough to shatter anything in its path into scattered fundamental particles.

With the repulsion beam’s attack, Yan Duo’s vehicle was immediately pierced, awkwardly moving in the air without considering a counterattack, fleeing like a frightened animal.

"Yan Duo!" Farosa soared into the sky and crossed several kilometers in just a few breaths.

"Detect abnormal entity!"

"Codename ’Witch Goddess’—attack her!"

"Adjust weapon direction!" The Lighthouse Core detected Farosa’s presence.

The ground repulsion beam firing platforms recalibrated weapon parameters and firing coordinates, aiming at Farosa and using the "Eden" supercomputer system to calculate Farosa’s movement trajectory.

Their attacks were so fast. Farosa darted, spinning and shielding Yan Duo’s escape.

She was like a crimson dancer in a light-speed spin amidst the wind, every move narrowly dodging the repulsion beam’s attack.

So close, so close. Farosa thought to herself.

Fortunately, luck was on my side now; otherwise, the enemy’s repulsion beams capable of killing gods, coupled with the Eden system, would have been able to calculate my movement path and eventually shoot me down.

The edge of the Rainbow Cloak was grazed by a repulsion beam, feathers instantly shredded into dust fragments in the air.

Farosa knew the real threat was not at this moment, so she pulled away, drawing the repulsion beam’s power.

In the distance, the space fleet of the Lighthouse Core is making its move.

"Continue fighting," Farosa commanded.

After less than an hour of regrouping, the two armies began brutal large-scale offensives again.

Lila, the Eastern Hemisphere Allied Forces’ commander, and Sebastian, the Lighthouse Core’s commander, both executed exquisite attack deployments.

One side yearns to break through after six years of bloody conflicts for a meaningful break; the other desires to shatter the blockade, end the Sun’s Ultimate Punishment, and reclaim the light for the New Taixi State.

Be patient. Farosa thought to herself. Xu Yang had said to be patient.

She realized the enemy’s strongest foes had yet to appear, so she planned to conserve energy while observing the massive fleet’s interactive combat.

More than 30 space motherships combined gradually entered the battlefield, engaging in combat with medium-range missiles and fighter jets from beyond visual range.

The roar shook the sky.

Without the massive interference from the Storm Princess, both sides engaged fairly, with the afterburners of advanced fighter jets roaring to life, leaving pale trails behind them.

The Eastern Hemisphere Allied Forces deployed over 700 "Velociraptor," 400 "Millitary Attendant," and 150 "MiG-77" supersonic fighters. The Lighthouse Core launched over 1800 "Black Hawk" fighter jets!

Countless fighter formations glided into the air from the space motherships’ hangars, like thousands of arrows shooting at each other, engaged in risky combat in the skies.

Neighboring armed fleets closely linked with Nestor Corporation’s "Millitary Attendant" fighters, sharing war data chain information to enhance each other’s senses, doubling reconnaissance efficiency, accurately locating enemy fleets.

Due to years of confrontation, their respective databases had identification features, not missing any signals from arch-enemies.

"Activate shields! Beware of over-the-horizon attacks!"

"Velociraptor-25, we’re right behind you! Move forward!"

"Prepare for combat! Enemy aircraft spotted at twelve o’clock, altitude 12,000 meters, speed Mach 3.6!"

"Let the drones lead the way! Don’t act like a hero!"

"Watch out for the white-skins’ assault! Scatter! Scatter! Act at three-kilometer intervals!" The Eastern Hemisphere Allied Forces fighter pilots quickly coordinated and flew at speed toward the enemy’s warship main force.

Meanwhile, the Lighthouse Core released over a thousand warplanes from its battle-hardened fleet, densely covering the sky, along with three times the number of drones and automated aerial gunboats patrolling.

"The Eastern Hemisphere Allied Forces’ warplanes are here!"

"Their Battle Witch cannot deploy yet, this is our last chance to achieve merit!"

"God bless us!"

"This is the New Taixi State’s airspace! We’ll fight to death to defend it! Repel the invaders!"

"Attack!" The Lighthouse Core’s massive aircraft formation rapidly transformed, organizing dynamic tiered offensives.

This generation’s advanced fighters possessed far more flexibility and maneuvering rates than historical models, so pilots are almost all "Qualified Ones" and "Adjusters," having undergone extensive modifications and special training to pilot these Mach 5 advanced fighters, truly human elite.

And such brutal war consumes nothing but human elite!

"Full missile launch!"

Both sides’ fleets rapidly unleashed an astonishing number of beyond-visual-range attacks, countless missiles, laser beams, and heavy energy cannons bombarded each other viciously, almost tearing the sky apart, escalating roaring thunder resounded across the horizon.

The entire sky instantly exploded in tens of thousands of fireworks!

The flashes from shattered energy shields, the explosions from destroyed missiles, the blasts from hit fighters, the drone detonations... intertwine into an endless killing field amid the azure, smoke rising, power spraying everywhere.

Countless fighters, drones, shuttles, and aerial gunboats exploded completely in the first wave of offense, consecutively forming large and small fireballs. Numerous fighters screamed down from the clouds, swept to the ground, unable to return to the sky.

Brutal!

Ground forces even madly fired at parachuting pilots in the air, exploding countless survival parachutes toward the ground, the pilots lucky to eject out became meat targets in the sky.

Surviving the first wave of offense, the aircraft swept down and attacked the below forces with missile and bomb-laden payloads fiercely pouncing from the sky to the ground, incapacitating one after another war vehicle, blasting countless craters on the ground.

Ground units were forced to scatter and flee, breaking into smaller combat units to avoid a fierce confrontation, whoever held air supremacy held everything.

War was too grand for an individual. Farosa gazed at the chaotic sky.

The aviators participating in today’s massive aerial fleet offensive battles were all heroes; their moment of flying out of the space mothership hangars probably already prepared for death, like moths rushing to fire.

Friendly planes and enemy planes attacked each other, individual survival rates dropped to zero, no matter how outstanding a flying ace, dare not say how long they could persist in this Anchorage grand aerial battle.

At this scale, all multi-billion-dollar crafted machines seemed to become cheap consumables, today’s grand battle would exhaust an entire generation of flying elite on both sides.

Yet, both sides continued reinforcements, the Lighthouse Core’s 19 space motherships, 8000 fighters, Eastern Hemisphere Allied Forces’ 14 space motherships, nearly 5000 fighters, came to the battlefield to seize air supremacy at this moment.

The second wave of fighters rushed rapidly, Farosa swung her sword charging at an eye-catching aerial gunboat of the enemy, cutting it open with the Star Tamer, celestial energy penetrated the gunboat, instantly turning it into a rumbling fireball, crashing hard into the ground, igniting a hillside of trees.

Is war borderless? Farosa saw more warplanes rushing from far towards her from the Lighthouse Core’s 19 motherships.

As if every warplane she destroyed, ten more rose to take them over.

Numerous angels patrolled, forming the Sky Kingdom’s Wall Formation in the sky, stopping Farosa from passing through the air to massacre the warships.

They would use endless aircraft and air force to weaken Farosa’s strength.

Farosa glared at those angels, life thrived upon them, but she would soon deprive them of their lives.