Chapter 685

Chapter 685: The Gold Emerges from the Raging Waves

“Ha ha, congratulations to us both!”

Yuri laughed heartily.

He didn’t seem nervous at all; perhaps he had long grown accustomed to the cycle of life and death.

Lin Mo was quite surprised; it seemed that none of the members in his small team were cowards.

The battlefield truly is a great melting pot, capable of turning timid individuals into iron-willed men. After witnessing bloodshed a few times, even the worst scum will become strong.

“… High tier: ‘Caesar,’ High tier: ‘Red Feather,’ High tier: ‘Storm,’ Special tier: ‘Holy Knight,’ please have the pilots from the government army whose names have been called register at the service desk by 5 PM this afternoon. Next, we will begin drawing from the roster of the anti-government forces…”

The host continued to draw the names of the participants in an orderly fashion. Everyone in the two distant task halls listened in complete silence, waiting for the names of the participants.

No one would underestimate this Death Team Battle; countless participants would meet their end within. Only the ultimate victor would be granted survival.

“It seems we need to communicate well with the other pilots, especially the newcomers in the initial tier. We can’t let them drag us down.”

As soon as Yuri heard he was chosen for the team, he started planning the battle arrangements.

Lin Mo’s strongest impression of Yuri was that this guy should be a strategist, not directly taking part in aerial combat.

The Australian pilot proactively provided detailed tactical plans for the pilots in their small team before each battle.

Even though real combat always held its surprises, and opponents would have their unique tricks, Yuri’s planning remained meticulous, offering excellent references for the participating pilots.

“Sure thing, ‘Number 13,’ let’s go! We should meet our new friends and hope they don’t hold us back!”

The Iranian pilot "Monkey," one of their team’s combatants, pulled Lin Mo and Yuri towards the service desk. There, they would meet the other thirteen pilots. Whether they knew each other or not didn’t matter; as members of the same Death Team Battle group, it was crucial to communicate and arrange strategies.

“Good luck, ‘Monkey,’ ‘Number 13,’ and you too, Boss ‘Yuri.’ You must all come back alive,” the Swedish Black pilot "Spear" said, tightening his fist towards Yuri, Lin Mo, and "Monkey," his muscles flexing like chiseled stone.

“Come on, brothers! We’ll all wait for you three to come back and have a barbecue together!”

The Saudi Arabian pilot "Peregrine" clapped his hands, cheering for his teammates.

Canada’s "Raccoon" and Italy’s "Tank" also sang their national inspirational songs, as if sending Lin Mo and the other three brave warriors off to battle.

The drawing of the participants’ names from the anti-government forces was still ongoing.

“… High tier, ‘Eagle King’…”

"Eagle King"? That familiar codename caught Lin Mo’s attention, and he couldn’t help but stop and look back at the big screen.

“What’s wrong? ‘Number 13’? Are you scared? Don’t worry, with me, ‘Monkey,’ here, I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

“Monkey” turned around as well, feeling confident as a high-tier pilot; he considered himself a powerful presence in the intermediate tier. Protecting his teammates would be a piece of cake for him.

As long as they took down all the enemies, wouldn’t their side be safe?

Outside of Abyss Nirvana, the real strength gap between aces remains significant, but in this competition, the value of aces starting from the intermediate tier is quite high, and they are recognized as ACEs by countries worldwide.

“It’s nothing, just a long-awaited opponent! He’s in the high tier, and I didn’t expect him to be chosen too.”

Lin Mo shook his head, surprised to encounter U.S. Air Force Colonel Eagle King David de Hitt so soon in this deadly contest.

He had originally thought he wouldn’t have a chance to compete with him until he advanced to the high tier.

After arriving in Syria, Lin Mo had gathered information on Eagle King David de Hitt.

The “Eagle King” primarily flew the X-31K modified version, designed for unparalleled close-range dogfighting, featuring impressive combat performance, top-notch super-maneuverability, and the ability to execute aerial combat techniques beyond human imagination. Internal tests conducted by the U.S. military showed that the X-31 series jets could easily outclass the F-15, F-16, and F-18 fighter jets.

If it weren’t for its stealth capability being a significant flaw and its excessive focus on close dogfighting performance, the world would see the U.S. main fighter jet as the X-31 production version instead of the F-22 "Raptor."

The medium to long-range combat capabilities hinge on stealth technology, radar, fire control systems, and missiles. However, for the close dogfighting-oriented "Abyss Nirvana" international pilot death match, the X-31K is the best choice.

In every battle, the "Eagle King" swiftly shoots down opponents in a short time using unbelievable air combat skills. His skills not only showcase energy warfare techniques but also reveal traces of other styles, demonstrating a wealth of combat tactical experience. He finishes fights that could be resolved within five seconds without wasting a moment longer.

No wonder this guy could serve as the Colonel Captain of the 1st Flight Wing of the United States; if he didn’t have the skills, participating in "Abyss Nirvana" would be a disgrace for him.

Perhaps at this moment, upon hearing his codename, the "Eagle King" is sharpening his blades, ready to reap lives.

The military high-ups in China and America likely plan to use the showdown between Lin Mo and the "Eagle King" to ease the tensions that have accumulated recently to handle domestic pressures.

As a few of the world’s great powers who divide the global pie, every action they take involves multiple interests. As long as desire exists, disputes will never be absent. Sometimes, it’s not about courting trouble; rather, trouble finds them, creating numerous disputes and conflicts that need dedicated channels for release. Otherwise, when tensions reach a certain level, it could lead to a major war.

"Abyss Nirvana" is a release of the air forces from all nations, but it’s not the only outlet.

Estonia holds the "Airna Assault" international special forces reconnaissance competition every year, serving as a battlefield for ground-based outlet. The death count serves as the record for the competition’s outcomes.

Without exception, these are battles between kings of various world battlefields, using their insignificant lives to maintain peace and stability for many others. They lead stable lives, working from nine to five, sharing sunrises and sunsets with family, perhaps even pointing out the picturesque landscape.

“An opponent?! Alright, we’ll take him down together; if the sky falls, someone tall will hold it up. Our high tier pilots aren’t pushovers," "Monkey" smiled at Lin Mo, offering an encouraging look.

“‘Monkey’ is right, ‘Number 13.’ If you want to challenge that ‘Eagle King,’ you’ll have plenty of chances. Don’t worry, I believe in you. As long as you don’t run into those special tier monsters, the high tier should be no problem for you!”

Yuri, who had previously trained with Lin Mo, had a rough idea of the Chinese pilot’s abilities. Thankfully, they had recently focused on team coordination training, and the rapport that he, Lin Mo, and "Monkey" had built was enough to create a formidable team for the Death Team Battle.

“Thank you! ‘Number 13!’”

Lin Mo didn’t share the same fear and panic that Yuri and "Monkey" expected from someone selected for a death team battle; instead, he felt calm.

The Dragon Knights of the Su Lan Empire have faced countless battlefields, and no dangerous predicament could deter their advancement. A new challenger on the road of life isn’t worth being alarmed over.

It’s just another misfortunate person who will witness the strength of the Dragon Knights through their own demise.

Lin Mo genuinely sensed that the concern from Yuri and the others came from the heart, much like the camaraderie shared with his fellow Dragon Knight comrades. Within the Dragon Knight Corps, there’s no distinction between nobles and commoners; they only possess one common identity—the fearless Dragon Knights.

Even if Yuri and the others have different factions behind them, on the battlefield, they are individuals he can trust with his life.

In the special tier, ranks no longer matter. As long as one can accumulate at least 25 shot-down opponents, they can become the most terrifying air combat killers in human warfare history—a special tier king.

Rank here is meaningless. This is an extreme level, where the term special tier describes its horrifying combat power. Opponents below the mid-high tier often fall like dry twigs under the special tier pilots. This explains why only one special tier pilot is allowed in team battles.

With the same aircraft, sixteen high tier pilots might not even match two special tier pilots.

In "Abyss Nirvana," special tier pilots earn 500 points for each shot down. In fact, unless they are also special tier pilots, no one below high tier has ever shown the capability to down a special tier pilot.

The significance of special tier pilots to a nation is akin to that of strategic nuclear weapons.

In addition to their terrifying talents and the outstanding performance of their fighter jets, extensive military resources are invested in nurturing them, resulting in huge costs before they can shine in the harsh reality of combat.

Nations are grateful to come out of the "Abyss Nirvana" death elimination with a special tier king, while many countries face complete annihilation, with all their significant investments reduced to nothing.

Even large nations like America, China, and Russia can face complete defeat. If this weren’t the case, how could the brutality of the international pilot death match be depicted?