Ace fighter pilot, royal dragon knight, the king who dominates the skies...

A true knight brings not only slaughter and death, but even more, protection and responsibility.

Whether night falls or the sun rises, as long as the sun and moon continue to alternate in this vast sky, the dragon knights who guard the empire will always be with the heavens. Wherever their swords point, there is justice!

A rare writing style that gives a sense of immediacy, dazzling and explosively thrilling battles, a reading feast like a classic blockbuster—absolutely not to be missed!

I'm not a legend, I'm a book—please savor it carefully!

Volume One

Chapter 0001: Girls, Wolves, and Shooting

12°30′36″N, 53°55′12″E, Socotra Island War!

After exhausting the last remaining Stargate ring, the Third Era civilization's vanguard, on this island at the mouth of the Gulf of Aden—an environment almost alien—used the "Chilodatkos" altar to successfully activate 109 legendary Spears of Longinus, opening the eternal spatial gate passage from the Third Era dimensional world to the D3 superstring dimensional membrane world.

A meticulously prepared invasion plan, thousands of years in the making, was about to be unleashed. The mighty army of a powerful civilization was poised to strike directly at the world of civilizations made up of loosely allied nations.

The dragon knight who accidentally arrived in the present-day human world, Mark Benson, now an ace fighter pilot, was forced to reveal his final trump card after his "Demon" forward-swept wing variable fighter was shot down, fighting for the fate of all humanity!

The gold-element giant dragon hidden within the fighter jet finally unleashed its ferocity and roar.

Man and dragon, holding nothing back, displayed a terrifying combat power that shocked all of humanity, successfully destroying the "Chilodatkos" altar that determined humanity's fate. Yet, in order to rescue the beauties who had accidentally come to the island for a military exhibition and were kidnapped by the Third Era civilization's vanguard, they were forcibly pulled into the still-active, thousands-of-meters-high, reversing spatial gate...

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Battle! Combat!

Sky Knight's Code: As long as there is altitude left, never give up!

I am a fighter pilot, and even more, a dragon knight. As long as I have a single breath left, I will keep fighting!

"Repulsion shield... activate!"

A sudden angry shout came from the knee-high grass, and a figure shrouded head to toe in pitch-black armor sprang up like a carp leaping from water.

Crack!~

A blast exploded in the air, a mysterious and powerful repulsive force violently shook the surrounding air, forming an invisible, transparent barrier.

The light sensor and voice recognition system received and executed the command without issue.

Even 12.7mm caliber sniper armor-piercing rounds would struggle to penetrate this intangible, magical array's mutated force field.

The wild grass underfoot was pressed down into a huge depression, forcibly flattened by an invisible force.

Within the heavy armor covering the entire body surged an incomparably powerful, unknown energy, as if it could burst forth at any moment with unimaginable destructive power.

On the visor display inside the tactical helmet, the cursor darted about, the activated reconnaissance module rapidly scanning for any nearby lurking enemies.

As a spell incantation was quickly chanted in a deliberately lowered voice, a translucent disc the size of a wagon wheel suddenly appeared in the air, floating weightlessly about half a meter above the ground.

The center of the disc rippled slightly, and a wondrous image appeared—the view seemed to be looking down from the sky, a field of green filling the entire disc.

In the very center was a tiny human figure, clad in that familiar black full-body heavy armor—clearly the very person who had cast the spell.

The instinctive self-protection action suddenly stopped, because...

Clear!

No enemies detected. This was not a battlefield, nor was it the familiar cockpit of a fighter jet.

Grass, lush and green. Trees, towering giants. The crisp calls of birds drifted on the wind.

This was a world brimming with life.

Atmospheric readings normal, nitrogen-oxygen ratio suitable for carbon-based life, no harmful gases or radiation detected.

Had he just been dreaming?

A flash of silver...

Why did such a strange memory suddenly sweep through his mind?

The splitting headache gradually faded, and a flood of chaotic memories surged up, utterly confused and without a clue.

Damn, it felt like he had forgotten something.

Even so, he did not let down his guard.

"This, this place is..."

Removing the full-coverage tactical helmet, Mark Benson cautiously surveyed his surroundings, surging light battle energy ready to strike with a fierce blow or make a swift escape at any moment.

The air was unexpectedly fresh—where exactly was this?

For some reason, a faint sense of familiarity welled up from deep within.

Suddenly, Mark Benson's expression changed. The spiritual power he had released detected something unusual in the air.

It was an indescribable, inexplicable sensation. The surrounding atmosphere was filled with all kinds of strange energy particles, omnipresent, as lively as if they were alive, and seemingly harmless to the human body.