Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon-Chapter 226 - 225 Clear as a Mirror
Chapter 226: Chapter 225 Clear as a Mirror
Chapter 226 -225 Clear as a Mirror
Sitting… a person?
A man-made flying machine?
Katrina had heard of the Northern Academy and Glaik Academy jointly researching an inflatable flying device that combined miniaturized steam contraptions with huge gas-filled envelopes to achieve levitated flight. But setting aside whether this contraption had actually been constructed, its characteristics did not match the silhouette of the shadow before her.
While the people below were still in amazement, the only thing left for Farrelan on the plane was to scream “Aaaaah—”
He realized that everything he had experienced before was child’s play!
As the plane plummeted from two thousand meters in the sky, the air currents became like a solid wall, confining him tightly within the narrow cockpit. Besides the roaring of the wind, he could hear nothing. The angle, almost vertical to the sea, made his blood run backward, and his body seemed to lose its weight!
In his life, he had indeed seen a lot and thus knew a lot.
But even being well-informed has its limits!
Farrelan could hardly control his emotions — fear, shock, and the innate fervor of mankind’s desire to fly. All these feelings converged into a cathartic howl.
Anthony kept steering the plane closer to the sea surface. Only when the altitude indicator dropped to three hundred feet did he pull back sharply on the control stick, changing the plane’s angle from a dive to an ascent. This dramatic change in G-force made his brain feel starved of blood and his legs swell, yet at the same time, there was a profound sense of exhilaration from deep within!
He was fifty-six years old in reality, and his body’s chronic illnesses and myocardial atrophy meant he could no longer pilot planes over the Siberian frozen tundra as he did in his youth. But now, he had found that feeling again, even if what he was piloting was a piston engine aircraft and not the jet he flew when he was young.
He did not care what the Paradise Sect really was or what their purpose might be, even if they aspired to rule the whole world. He just hoped Paradise would exist forever.
The plane only transitioned to level flying when it approached within fifty meters of the sea surface, stirring the water into ripples with the wind it generated. This altitude was below the level of the warships’ masts; theoretically, the ships’ guns could have targeted the plane. However, Anthony was not the least worried about this. Just by looking at those slowly rotating turrets, he knew these battleships never considered their main guns’ anti-air capabilities in their design, as the ships could rotate completely three or four times before a Chu-Jiao-6 modified aircraft completed a single circuit around the fleet.
“Are you ready!?” Anthony turned his head and shouted.
“Huh? Ready for what?” Farrelan yelled back reluctantly through the howling wind.
“The scroll I gave you before boarding, unfurl it when we approach the warships!”
Only then did Farrelan remember the package he was carrying. He unfurled it to discover it simply read in huge characters: “I am Farrelan.”
He didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.
There was no denying, this method of identification was certainly rudimentary.
In less than half a minute, the plane had already neared the fleet, approaching within two or three hundred meters on the side. Farrelan could see the sailors on deck in disarray, some grabbing guns, others screaming at the plane as if they were looking at a monster. Anthony seemed unsatisfied, continuing to lower the altitude, skimming past the bridge of a battleship! For a moment, Farrelan’s eyes met those of the stunned captain and first mates through the glass windows of the command center.
Then he threw one end of the scroll out of the cabin, and the large characters fluttered like a banner.
Ryan had recognized Farrelan even earlier than this.
He waved towards the plane while shouting to the boatswain not to shoot, as it was one of their own up there!
“You say the pilot of the machine is Farrelan?” Katrina said in surprise.
“I’m not sure, as there are two people on the plane, but I’m certain the one in the back is Mr. Detective!” Ryan exclaimed excitedly, “I must relay this news to the Commander, he wasn’t captured by the Paradise Sect!”
And at that moment, the airplane just happened to fly over the flagship Bilow, and the fluttering banner also confirmed what Ryan had said.
“You see! I told you it was him!”
Katrina couldn’t help but reveal a slight smile, “Fine, I’ll keep an eye on the deck for you, while you head to the command center.”
But just then, a piercing alarm bell began to ring loudly! The sailors all ducked down and ran towards the sides of the deck.
Farrelan was taken aback.
He certainly knew what the alarm bell meant! The cannons had to clear the personnel on the foredeck before firing to prevent injury from the blast, it was the countdown before the battleship fired its guns!
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At the same time, the flagship’s double-barreled cannons were also slowly rising, and from the angle of elevation, it was clear that they were not aimed at the flying machine.
Farrelan instinctively turned his head, only to see a rugged coastline appearing in front of the bow, glimmering in the light of the rising sun.
There lay Magnificent Castle!
“What are you standing around for, come and take cover!” a sailor shouted at the two of them.
Ryan looked back toward the direction of the bridge, and although he couldn’t see where Rear Admiral Phineal was, the commander at the highest point of the flagship had no reason not to have noticed the machine circling the fleet and the reaction of the sailors below.
“Absurd…”
He muttered under his breath, then drew out the hilt of the sword hanging at his waist. It was a strangely shaped short blade, with a hilt no different from an ordinary one-handed sword, but the blade was only ten centimeters long, completely black, and roughly textured as if it were an ancient stone dagger unearthed from a relic.
“Ryan?” Katrina’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
“Since they don’t want to stop, then let me help them stop,” Ryan lifted the hilt of the sword over his head, and the blade instantly turned insubstantial, as if losing its solid form.
The High Priestess let out a long sigh and stepped back twice.
This attitude was equivalent to her tacit consent to his next action.
“Thank you.”
Ryan shouted, and with a violent swing, he brought the sword handle down on the turret. The blade emitted a burst of light like black flames at the same time, extending to an exaggerated length of over thirty meters! As the dark flame of the blade touched the turret, the steel plates covering it melted away like butter against a hot knife, leaving the cut sections glowing red!
He slashed all the way through with the blade, not stopping until the black flame touched the deck—there was no earth-shattering effect, not even the crisp sound of ordinary swords striking steel, and if one hadn’t witnessed it with their own eyes, there would’ve been no way to detect that Ryan had swung such a sword at the turret.
Only when the two barrels broke off at their base and crashed heavily onto the deck did people realize what had just happened!
Not only that, but this strike had cut straight into the turret, cleaving the entire steel structure in two. Through the neat gap in the protective armor, the horrified gunners inside could be seen standing frozen in place, trembling and unable to utter a single word.
Seeing that no crew members were affected, Ryan sheathed his sword with satisfaction. Although the process was a bit brutish, and he would surely face many troubles afterwards, he did not regret his actions.
Even if given another chance, he would still make the same choice.
Because Ryan knew, this was the right thing to do.
