Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon-Chapter 224 - 223 From the Sky
Chapter 224: Chapter 223: From the Sky
Chapter 224 -223: From the Sky
“Buckle up.”
As Anthony pushed the throttle forward, the roar from the nose of the craft became more pronounced, resembling the growl of a wild beast.
The machine finally began to move—it started creeping forward, with the wings on either side creaking. Farrelan watched the passing ground beneath his feet, clutching the armrests next to his seat instinctively.
He soon realized that this was the right decision.
As the machine picked up speed, within merely three or four seconds, it went from not outrunning a horse cart to surpassing a steam train, and this acceleration seemed far from over! The colorful flags on both sides swiftly swept backward, and the end of the road was drawing nearer and nearer!
Farrelan had realized by then that these hardened tracks laid out on the sand were specifically prepared for this kind of machine, but the problem was the road wasn’t long—what would they do when it ended?
The pilot quickly provided the answer.
As the colorful flags almost formed a straight line, he suddenly felt his body sink sharply, as if a huge hand pressed him hard onto the seat, his chest felt as if it had dropped a bit too. When he came to his senses, he discovered that they were leaving the ground!
This was no illusion!
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The runway and the flags were rapidly receding, and the southern seaport city gradually revealed its full panorama, an aerial view previously only experienced from the top of a tall building. But now, he had become a bird climbing higher into the sky.
The steel machine he was in had truly taken flight!
What on earth was this thing?
Farrelan felt his brain getting struck by lightning, the thunderous vibrations rattled him from head to toe! If the Floating Island and earth-shattering explosions were something he could only learn about through others, making the impact somewhat vague, the experience he was going through now could be described as deeply etched into his memory!
The word ‘airplane’ involuntarily popped into his mind.
A machine that could fly!
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Chaoyang and Xue Quan were also enjoying the trial flight from the roadside next to the beach. They didn’t choose Anthony as the pilot just because he was the only one who could fly, but because, knowing that Paradise could replicate airplanes, he insisted on experiencing it firsthand, even if it meant paying an extra million dollars.
“It looks like the prototype’s stability isn’t too bad; even Anthony managed to take off smoothly.”
“Mr. Anthony has flown planes before; operating a trainer aircraft is naturally effortless for him,” Xue Quan said with a smile. “After all, this prototype is an improvement on the basic trainer-6, and its core design philosophy is to enable complete beginners who have never been near a plane to quickly master it.”
Chaoyang couldn’t help but feel tempted.
He had replicated a bunch of things before, but all were given to the players to use, and he never had the urge to try anything himself. But airplanes were different… even to a modern person, flying an aircraft held enormous appeal.
Demons not being able to fly was an utter loss compared to Angels.
“By the way, I noticed Anthony didn’t use a hand crank to start the engine before takeoff. How did he do that?”
“The research department has replaced the electric starter with high-pressure gas cylinders. When the valve is opened, the high-pressure gas flow propels the piston motion. The starting speed is slower than that of a motor, but much faster than cranking by hand,” Xue Quan explained. “The gas cylinder is buried in the lower fuselage, which can provide four starts per charge without affecting the weapons mounting points on the belly.”
“Weapons mounting points?” Chaoyang was surprised. “It can already be equipped with weapons?”
“Of course, it was designed with machine gun and bomb-dropping capabilities from the outset. Paradise wouldn’t have commissioned us to make an aircraft without electronic systems if they just wanted a sightseeing plane.” He looked towards the shrinking silhouette of the prototype in the sky. “You may think it looks like a piston aircraft on the outside, but aside from lacking electronic equipment, it’s constructed with advanced technology inside. I guarantee its performance will not disappoint Paradise.”
This is the advantage of enlisting a professional team.
Even without electricity, they were able to design specialized equipment that not only meets the needs of an alternate world but also doesn’t fall far behind in performance.
And forming an air force is the quickest way for Paradise to enhance its own strength.
Replicating an aircraft is not like replicating a ship. Chaoyang didn’t even want to estimate how much wishing power would be needed for a thirty thousand ton steel warship, but replicating such a prototype aircraft would take about four hundred points for the record and approximately eight hundred points for the manifestation, with an additional twenty points per hour for maintenance. Not cheap, but not entirely unaffordable either.
So, who were Paradise’s potential adversaries?
One was the Heretical Cult; the other was the Old Continent.
There’s no point in mentioning the Heretical Cult. Their believers are not difficult to deal with; the key is to identify them in a crowd. If the cultists don’t have space to exist, the influence of the Evil God on the world will also slow down, which is something Leisk told him from his experience.
The Old Continent is a bit more troublesome. The interests of large corporations and nobility are closely interwoven, often leading to conflicts over said interests. If Magnificent Castle gets involved in the war, the promotion of Paradise on Earth will be undermined. Hence, he had to not only quench the flames of war outside of the New Continent but also achieve more with less.
If one does not consider the use of Divine Artifacts, the strongest combat forces that the company can mobilize are battleships equipped with large-caliber cannons.
And the weapon that historically consigned battleships to deep-sea graves was the airplane.
Considering that even the concept of anti-aircraft weapons has yet to be conceived, a squadron of ten airplanes could deal a devastating blow to a naval fleet.
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After about ten minutes of flying, Farrelan had gradually adjusted to the discomfort brought by the high altitude and high speed, and he now understood why His Excellency the Divine Envoy had asked him if he was afraid of heights.
At present, they were probably flying at an altitude of around two thousand meters. Even the grandest buildings of the Old Continent couldn’t compare to the height of this flying machine. Looking down from this altitude, the sea surface was curved, the waves small and light, like tufts of floating cotton. As for the continent where Magnificent Castle was located, it had turned into a protruding island on the edge of his vision, easily encompassing the south and east in a single glance.
Farrelan’s heart was racing with excitement. This object was not a fantasy concoction; in other words, an ordinary person could also control it, becoming an eagle soaring through the skies. It meant that there would be a new, unexplored territory for the people— the sky, which could bring unimaginable changes to the world.
Unfortunately, the pilot, Mr. Anthony, wasn’t as approachable as Dane. Farrelan had asked several questions, but the man had rejected them all with gestures. Perhaps it was the high windspeed in the air, or maybe it was because the aircraft was a highly-secretive project. He was itching with unanswered questions, nearly forgetting the purpose of his journey.
Until Anthony tapped on the canopy and pointed towards the sea on the left.
Farrelan picked up the binoculars provided in the cockpit and looked in the direction Anthony pointed—
Below scattered clouds, several ships puffing out billows of steam were heading toward Magnificent Castle. From this height, the ships appeared no bigger than ants, but the white froth from their wakes betrayed their presence.
By the number of smokestacks and the positioning of the gun turrets, they were the escort fleet of the investigation team— five “Princess Elsa” class battleships of the Kingdom’s navy!
