On the Ark of Peace, Eagle Face, who held the sluice gates tightly and was prepared to pull it up, retracted his hand.
"In which direction?"
"Nine degrees east. They are headed for the smoke pillar!"
"Instructor, what do we do next?" the chief pilot turned his head and asked.
With the Deity of Gods's mass, it was impossible to avoid a bombardment from the air even if it moved. What's more, the magic barrier had been dispelled. As long as the second Glory of the Sun landed near the Blackstone pyramid, there was a nontrivial chance that the obelisk would be destroyed. To the fleet, this was no doubt the safest choice.
However, he had not boarded this plane out of concerns for safety.
The pilots of the two bombers were picked from excellent trainees. Only the aircraft commander was helmed by an instructor. The goal was obvious. The former was key to flying the plane well, while the latter was the guarantee that the mission would be completed.
