On a sunny afternoon, the top of the white clock tower is on the steel frame structure platform.
The sky is as clean as a blue canvas painted with only a few strokes, with only a few white clouds and airships in the sky occasionally dotting it. The strong sea breeze with a slight salty smell was blowing towards him.
"I said……"
Looking at the red brick houses the size of matchboxes and the ant-like pedestrians at his feet, Ed blew into his hands, rubbed his palms and said:
"Is it really necessary to start playing right away? Don't you need to go to the countryside to find a slope to practice first?"
As far as he knew, urban low-altitude flight should be considered a difficult project. Is it a bit too extreme to fly like this for the first time in a wingsuit?
"Did you practice for a long time when you first killed someone?"
Angelica narrowed her eyes, and a smile appeared on her pretty face. It was an extremely sincere and touching smile, much like her brother's.
"That's not true," Ed replied honestly. "At that time, the arrow was on the string, so there was no time to prepare mentally."
Although successful, the hit rate of the first shot to kill was obviously not very satisfactory. He could even vaguely remember the trajectory of each bullet fired, as well as the clanking sound when it missed the ground - now that he thought about it, he was still a little scared, as those bullets that bounced out of control might injure himself.
"That's it. It won't be more difficult than killing someone." Angelica said softly, "Even if there is an accident, as long as you open the parachute in time, I believe that your physical fitness and reaction speed can ensure that you avoid fatal accidents. hurt."
"alright, I got it."
It seemed that he had to jump. Although Ed knew deep down that there was nothing to be afraid of, but for humans born on the ground, flying for the first time was still a bit nervous and unfamiliar.
"Please be careful." Angelica took a few steps back and got out of the way of the track.
Ed straightened his back and stretched out the mechanical skeleton. The shield-like mechanical device behind him, which is in the shape of an inverted triangle and is about half a meter wide and one meter high, is called the "Hippog Wingsuit" - the Royal Society's cutting-edge foldable individual flying wingsuit. The load capacity is extremely strong, enough to carry the weight of the Falcon Armor.
"Hipeagle" is also called "Horse Eagle" or "Hippogryph" according to regional myths and legends. It is usually considered by scholars to be the offspring of a hybrid between a griffin and a horse.
It was a large winged beast whose front half resembled a gryphon and its rear body resembled a horse, just like the wing suit itself.
Ed pushed the control lever on his shoulder, and the silent machine made an uneasy noise. It used a pendulum-like rotation to flip from an inverted triangle to an upright triangle, unfolding its broad wings supported by a steel frame.
He took a few steps back, started running, and rushed down the trapezoidal acceleration slope——
In an instant, a feeling of weightlessness enveloped his whole body. It was a shocking illusion that was close to a dream, but it was extremely real at the moment.
The sea breeze was torn apart by the wings of the wing suit, causing a strange tinnitus. The wings eagerly swallow the wind, like a thirsty traveler sipping the sweet water of the oasis.
Gradually, the steel muscles that had drunk the wind tightened, and Ed felt himself being gently lifted up by the force that enveloped him.
A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling came over him, like an unexpected encounter with an old friend - just like when he picked up the sword.
He realized that the subconscious from the Arthur character card was affecting him. Under this subtle influence, he turned into an eagle, as if he was born to fly.
Ed shuttled through the air currents with ease, avoiding those tall buildings. He could see the track marks left by the wingsuit flying competition on the ground, which was the safest route.
In this way, he passed quickly through everything - pedestrians, carriages, trains, even the city itself.
Streets cut the city's neighborhoods in half, dividing people from one another. He faintly heard someone talking below, but he couldn't make out a single word.
Soon, after crossing the Ivy Bridge, the dangerous high-rise buildings in the central district disappeared. What came into his view was the low and bloated buildings in the east district, like a black and gray dwarf, ugly and unremarkable.
The black smoke emitted from factory chimneys is frightening, but the thick black smoke is not so scary when it is on the ground. But now it was accompanied by a strong smell of burnt odor and sulfur, as if it came from the lungs of the devil in hell.
cough. Well, I guess that’s part of the price that industrialization has to pay…
Ed held his breath and controlled the wingsuit to move around, trying to get rid of these annoying industrial fumes. According to his estimation, he could reach the nearest landing point as long as he moved forward twenty or twenty-five kilometers.
Wait, what is that? Is it the lens refraction or am I hallucinating?
In the field of vision of his windshield, a thin, strange purple cloud of smoke appeared in his field of vision, standing out like a flock of chickens among the black smoke rising upwards.
Ed wasn't sure if this was an abnormal sunlight scattering caused by soot particles in the air. It wasn't until he rushed out of the smoke that he realized that it was not an illusion——
In the sky, an airship was slowly sinking to the ground, accompanied by purple clouds and smoke, dyeing the afternoon blue sky blood red.
