The Crushing of Technology

Weng!

In the night, the coated airships were like ghosts in the sky, heading towards their predetermined destinations. Inside were Warlocks.

The Warlocks each had their own duties and were in an orderly manner.

In one of the airships, Vivika, who had taken the initiative to participate in the battle, stood at the front of the airship.

"How far are we from the target?" Vivika asked the Warlock beside her.

"There's still an hour left!" the Warlock reported.

"It's too slow. Speed up and order the team to fly higher. Don't be discovered." Vivika frowned.

"Yes, madam!"

The Warlock nodded and immediately contacted the other airships.

"There are still two hours before the joint attack." Vivika estimated the time. Although the team was scattered, everyone's tentative timing was the same.

Compared to magic beasts, airships that were tens of thousands of meters high were almost undetectable.