Charles, lying on the cliff, opened his eyes wide and watched the creature the size of a tunnel boring machine slowly fall down.
As the distance got closer, Charles saw more details. It was a giant flesh shield machine formed by black chitin, purple tendons and sticky flesh.
There were insect legs as big as a small house growing all around it, supporting itself with the rock walls and moving slowly downwards.
In the lower part of this monster, the insect-like compound eyes swayed left and right like searchlights in a deep well.
The remaining mantises raised their glowing bellies and lay on its body in a lotus shape.
A trembling sound similar to the roar of a whale came from the flesh and blood web. Charles could feel the emotion in the sound. This thing was sad about the death of the mantises.
"Gudong." Charles swallowed hard.
Although this thing did nothing, every time Charles was scanned by the compound eye, he would feel a chill deep in his brain.
The shadow of this thing not only hangs over people's bodies, but also hangs over their hearts.
"Governor, didn't the people of the Church of Light say that there were only some natives who could fly? How come there is this thing?" A helicopter pilot shouted to Charles with fear on his face.
Charles also wanted to know what this thing was. Why did it come out to block the way just when it was about to reach the surface
But he knew now was not the time to complain, whatever this thing was, he had to get rid of it.
If he retreated now and organized such a large flying group, God knew how long it would take. He had already waited too long and he didn't want to wait any longer.
"Everyone rise!" Charles flapped his wings and climbed towards the living tunnel boring machine above.
When Charles was still more than twenty meters away from the thing, the mantises on the surface of the shield machine flapped their transparent insect wings again, and the sound of the trembling insect wings turned into the language of the earth and sea.
"Lightskin people, haven't you brought enough disaster to all races?"
Charles flapped his wings and hovered in the air. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about! I live up there!! I'm just going home!!"
"Light-skinned man, you can't be the person up there. The light-skinned man up there has disappeared along with the disaster!"
"You mantis monsters are here to guess riddles with me! What disaster just happened up there! Will you fucking tell me!" An irritated Richard suddenly jumped out and started cursing.
The mantises did not answer. They gathered together and quickly dispersed, showing their sickle blades towards Charles at the bottom.
Seeing this, Charles knew that he had nothing to say to them anymore, so he shouted to his men, "Fire!"
The sound of machine guns and cannons rang out again, and purple blood continued to splash on the flesh shield machine, but it healed quickly in the blink of an eye. This kind of thing has a very strong recovery ability.
The shield machine trembled. The whale's cry suddenly became louder. The insect legs of the shield machine supporting the cliff wall shrank in unison, and the huge body fell down at high speed like an out-of-control elevator.
No one had expected the other party to attack in this way, and all the flying objects, including Charles, were hit and fell down.
The helicopter's propellers cut the shield machine's flesh and blood, but it didn't react at all. Maybe it had no sense of pain at all.
The remaining dozens of airships played a key role at this time. The powerful buoyancy brought by the airbags greatly weakened the impact force of the flesh and blood shield machine.
Just as he was about to be stopped in mid-air, a mantis-shaped sickle similar to the previous one popped out from under the shield machine.
The only difference is that the mantis's sickle is connected to its forelimbs, while the sickle of the flesh shield machine is connected to slender tentacles with black spots.
The scythe, with whip-like tentacles, swung towards the airbag of the airship.
Charles attempted to lead the others in a counterattack, but the wounds caused by bullets and shells would heal within a few seconds.
Faced with the tentacle attacks of the disc monster, which was impervious to both soft and hard attacks, everyone began to retreat, and they were once again forced out of the sunlight gap.
Facing the enemy far outside the gap, the Flesh Shield Machine didn't know whether it was unable to attack or didn't want to attack. At this moment, it was stuck in the crack, waving its tentacles and trying to explore around as much as possible like a jellyfish.
Charles frowned as he looked at the thing lurking in the crack. He knew that if he wanted to go up, he had to get rid of it.
After careful observation, Charles came up with a plan and began to give orders to the other aircraft around him.
"Divide into three groups. First, focus on attacking its left side. It is supported entirely by its six thick legs. If we break those six legs, it will definitely not be able to support such a heavy body."
The believers on the airships nodded in agreement, but the helicopter ignored them and began to descend.
Charles quickly flew to a helicopter and shouted angrily: "What are you doing? You want to escape now at this critical moment?"
The propeller was very noisy, and the pilot shouted at Charles at the top of his voice, "Look down, the Governor has given an order, we must go back!"
Charles looked down and saw some steamboats below, using searchlights to signal a retreat.
As Charles was asking the question, all the other helicopters had already left, leaving only him and the twenty or so airships near the dome.
If there was a possibility of success before, then rushing forward with so few people now would be courting death.
Under normal circumstances, the plan would have failed if the fight had reached this point, but Charles was unwilling to accept this.
He opened his ferocious mouth and shouted at the airships around him: "Your pope told you to obey my orders, do you obey any orders?"
"Yes!" everyone said in unison.
Charles was struggling in his heart. He had another idea in mind, but it was really difficult for him to make the decision.
But when he thought about the ground that was about to bottom out, Charles' eyes became determined.
"Now I order you to take out all the explosives. I have a plan..."
A few minutes later, the remaining twenty or so airships began to move and began to move towards the edge of the rift.
A fierce battle broke out in the air. The airbag of the airship was quickly cut by the sickle, and the wreckage fell to the water below.
They had already prepared for this kind of attack. All the crew members on the airship carried a barrel of gunpowder and flew towards the thick legs of the flesh shield machine.
The scythes in the air were waving, trying to chop them down.
However, the fuses of the explosives in their hands were extremely short, and whenever the tentacles approached, the believers would decisively detonate them.
Listening to the explosions, Charles trembled all over. He knew that with every explosion, someone died, and these deaths were caused by him.
"I don't care!! I'm going back soon!! I can't stop now! I have to go back!! I've waited long enough!!"
Charles roared hysterically with madness in his eyes.
(End of this chapter)