580: Chapter 452: The Attack from 10,000 ters High 580: Chapter 452: The Attack from 10,000 ters High Zhang Xiaoman always had an idea, and that was to use Heroic Leap over a long distance and then find an Alien Species to test its effect.
Previously, he could never find a target and was unable to use this ability.
Or rather, even if he had a target, he couldn’t accurately control his landing position, thus missing the opportunity to activate the ability.
However, now both these issues have been resolved.
The Fallen Angel itself is powerful enough, with a substantial amount of health, making it a suitable punching bag.
And with the existence of Netherworld Guide, he can lock onto the target so that he won’t miss.
“Sigh…”
He exhaled lightly and cald his mind.
This was his first attempt at such a maneuver.
Although there were no issues in theory, the actual effect still had to be verified through practice.
Looking at the small bottle in his hand, Zhang Xiaoman smiled.
This move should be able to deal so severe additional damage to the opponent.
This bottle of Angel’s Tears was one of the three Purple Second Rank items he currently possessed.
One was Star Shining Knight, and the other was the Dragon Egg he had just upgraded.
Logically, if Angel’s Tears could have a strong restraining effect on the Fallen Angel, then the other Purple Second Rank skills should also not be completely ineffective against it.
Zhang Xiaoman felt that the reason Holy Knight was inferior to that monster was partly because the attribute of Group Summon was inherently dispersed.
On the other hand, it was very likely that his spiritual power as a summoner was too low, resulting in his summons being sowhat weaker.
Shaking his head, he decided not to think about these things for now and refocused his attention on the task at hand.
“Star Order, what’s our current position?”
As his question was voiced, the response from Dawn’s main AI imdiately followed:
“Star Lord, the current altitude has now dropped to 13,000 ters, about 3,000 ters…
2,000 ters…
1,000 ters away from the estimated altitude…
Target position reached, your current altitude is 10,000 ters.”
“Have we arrived?
Good, open the door, I hope the landing techniques I’ve been learning lately aren’t too shabby.”
“Command received, the outer isolation door is opening, countdown 3…
2…
1…
The door is now open.”
As Star Order’s prompt fell, a blast of cold air suddenly gushed in, making Zhang Xiaoman’s clothes flutter loudly.
Though the wind was strong, he made no movent.
Despite feeling a bit short of breath, he was able to withstand the discomfort brought on by the high altitude.
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have fainted by now from the air pressure and lack of oxygen.
However, with Zhang Xiaoman’s Constitution enhanced by over 20 points, plus the environntal adaptability bonus from the Daring Clothes, he was able to move freely in such a place.
An altitude of 10,000 ters, located at the stratosphere, is where comrcial airplanes usually fly.
This place is above the convection layer, without clouds, and birds are almost never seen.
It might seem incredible to jump from this height, but it’s not so rare in reality.
Only, one would be hard-pressed to find another person like Zhang Xiaoman, who would jump without any parachute or protective equipnt.
Actually, the current record for the highest skydive held by an extre sports athlete is 39,000 ters.
At this altitude, just one-quarter of it would surpass the troposphere and reach the stratosphere.
Of course, the athlete making the jump wore a space suit among a series of protective gear; without it, it would’ve been impossible for a human to survive in such an environnt.
Zhang Xiaoman felt there was no need to choose such a high position; he wasn’t here to challenge any world records, ten thousand ters was already enough for him.
Any higher, and although it would increase the damage of his Heroic Leap, he wasn’t sure he could withstand such harsh conditions.
Another most important reason was that it would take too long at forty thousand ters.
If one didn’t consider air resistance and was in free fall, it would probably take more than three minutes.
For such a long ti, by the ti he landed, the monsters below might have run off to who knows where.
So to say, a distance of ten thousand ters was already about the limit.
Things like satellite orbit drops were just thoughts to entertain; if he really tried to do it, he would probably burn up completely.
At this mont, Zhang Xiaoman maintained a posture for impact, speeding up his descent.
anwhile, he continuously used Dark Energy Shock to adjust his angle, and by applying a reverse force, he kept accelerating.
The howling winds past his ears, accompanied by a series of sonic booms, and his Magic Shield flickered in and out of existence, defending against the damage from friction during his rapid descent.
While adjusting his trajectory, Zhang Xiaoman also kept an eye on his remaining Dark Energy.
Fortunately, the level of his Magic Shield had already been upgraded to blue, with a damage absorption ratio of 1:1.
Combined with the passive of the Guardian Master, his Dark Energy consumption was maintained within an acceptable range.
8000 ters.
5000 ters.
2000 ters.
In just over ten seconds, with the acceleration of Dark Energy Shock, Zhang Xiaoman had crossed nearly ten thousand ters and arrived above Sheep Village.
His speed had nearly reached Mach 3, and the temperature on his body’s surface had reached at least 350 degrees, while human body fat ignites at around 260 degrees.
In other words, if not for the protection of the Magic Shield, he would probably have been ablaze by now.
Below, Chang Hai had just led the dical team to rescue a Vermilion Bird Army soldier who had parachuted down.
His abdon was grazed by a tal shard that had flown off when the fighter jet disintegrated, and blood was flowing from it.
Fortunately, Chang Hai and his team had arrived in ti, so there was no life-threatening danger.
“Thank you, you owe you one.”
The man lay on the stretcher, a look of having survived a disaster on his face.
“We’re all brothers, no need for that.”
Chang Hai patted his shoulder, about to have the dical team rush him back to the temporary base, when suddenly, he felt a darkness descending overhead as if sothing had enveloped them.
Seeing a large shadow in front of him, his face suddenly changed as if he had thought of sothing.
“Not good!
Retreat quickly!”
He yelled and imdiately drew out his pistol, aiming it upwards.
There, unbeknownst to them, a huge dark figure had appeared.
It was almost a hundred ters above them, with rotten and filthy wings spread out.
Although not flapping, it eerily maintained a hovering posture.
Several crimson eyes stared at them, four arms each holding a Bone Sword, like a reaper about to begin harvesting.
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