Editing City Series:Volume6e Chapter8 (section)

===Part 2===

The battle had already begun in Germania’s sky.

Turbulence formed a rapid leftward vortex while Geheimnis Agency fighters and attack craft dodged the lightning and flew along with the Neue Silber transport ship.

The dome of dark clouds had formed an 80-mile-radius area of pressurized space within.

A black color floated at the center of the swirling air currents and pressure.

That massive color was covered in bluish-white flashes of lightning and it continued to grow despite already being more than 35 miles long.

The long, twisting body had a vaguely lupine face, but the pair of horns marked it as a dragon’s face instead.

The colossal dragon made large but swift movements. It floated just off the surface, its belly scraping along and tearing up the ground to devour it.

Its movements caused deafening noises as it tore through the air and left white clouds in its wake.

Great cracks ran through the lightning-filled air and dark ground below it.

Space itself shattered like glass and was consumed by the dragon’s surface. Dirt, trees, wind, buildings, and other things with so many different meanings and colors all vanished into the dark color.

Even the slightest movement of that color broke the sound barrier.

Simply raising its head would shatter the wind, cause flashes of light, and produce clouds.

The many fighters and attack craft were buffeted by the wind and forced to match the swirling of the dark clouds to make their attacks.

Neue Silber pushed aside the wind as it flew. Its container portion opened to reveal its trio of 75mm guns that repeatedly fired. The blue and red Grösse Panzers flying behind it used their rifles to fire.

But the size difference was simply too great.

The black dragon’s body was nearly two miles thick.

Each of its scales was larger than a bigger aerial warship.

The wind blew and several beams of light flew from its neck.

Those Drache Kanone were anti-personnel ones only about 5 yards thick.

The black dragon transformed the weapons it consumed and used them for itself.

Six shots flew, one of them toward Neue Silber.

Just before a direct hit, bluish-white threads of light flew from the top of Neue Silber.

The threads raced through the air to form a cube of barriers.

The light entered that cube and was rotated around 180 degrees.

The dragon light came back out the way it had come and crashed into the dragon.

The dragon trembled just a bit and the sharp yellow eyes on its long face moved.

It saw a man and a woman standing atop Neue Silber.

The man had only one arm. His left hand held a wooden staff while he glared at the dragon.

The woman next to him held the left side of her chest while the blanket she wore whipped in the wind. She looked up as if returning the dragon’s gaze and shouted into the wind.

“The Vaterlands remain intact! And I can boost their power some small amount with Neue Erde!”

<The New World is the fatherland’s future!>

Lowenzahn’s pulse rang loud while she frowned and tensed the hand holding her chest.

The fighters and attack craft responded.

Their pilots spoke their Erklärungs, reciting the Vaterland Text as they flew.

They regrouped into two formations and got to work. They pushed through the wind and soared high to approach the dragon. The sounds of their weapons fire echoed across the sky.

Schweitzer listened to the rumble of their divine spell gunpowder while he rotated his staff with his left hand.

The staff roared in the wind and light wrapped around its wooden surface.

“The boosted Tons makes my barrier spells that much easier.”

He struck the space ahead of him with the staff.

The black dragon’s face audibly shattered like glass.

The noise was carried out by the wind escaping a 50-yard square hole in the dragon’s face.

That was small compared to the nearly 2-mile face, but the dragon still narrowed its eyes and shook its head in irritation. The wind blew and the fighter formation left the immediate airspace.

Meanwhile, light gathered on the dragon’s face, healing its wound.

After its face healed, the dragon began to lift itself upwards.

“Eh?”

Lowenzahn braced against the coming impact of air, but then she noticed the dragon’s gaze.

Its sharp yellow eyes were directed to the west.

“That is where Sylphide has activated its Panzer Emblem,” said Bermark in his fussy voice.

Schweitzer spun his staff around with a smile on his lips.

“So Sir Heiliger knows who his true opponent is!”

That shout was answered by sudden movement from the dragon.

It looked up toward the dome of dark clouds overhead.

It opened its mouth.

A sound rumbled out from the throat beyond its long fangs. A series of sounds.

The sounds gathered together and formed light. This was not a Drache Kanone. It was…

“Tristan’s Babel Gewehr!”

An explosion shot skyward.

The clouds were instantly vaporized. Their rotation was pushed outwards.

They rapidly spread out, their electrification intensified, and they swallowed up everything as far as the Hamburg region.

The roar of air and expansion of clouds created a massive dragon’s den. Moonlight shined down among the dark clouds, but even the moonlight was broken down into Tons and absorbed by the dragon.

The air, land, water, and buildings covered by the dark clouds began to crack and split. With a metallic scraping sound, everything within a radius of more than 80 miles broke apart and turned to ether light.

The land around the dragon shattered like glass.

This formed a giant glass flower garden. The moonlit garden of spatial cracking instantly covered the land.

The ether soaring up from the shattered land flew in arcs to be absorbed by the dragon.

Then Schweitzer saw something from atop Neue Silber.

Seven lights flew from the dragon’s belly and into the sky.

“Are those the Erlkönigs!? Are they meant to intercept Sylphide!?”

Lowenzahn nodded and frowned.

“This is a good sign. It means the dragon fears Sylphide.” She returned her eyes to the dragon, her hand still on her chest. “Continue fighting! Our Messiah ''will'' reach us!”