"Hail! Great Sky Elves, who gaze upon all beings!"
Dong!
The great bell tolls once, and the deflectors of the fighter planes swiftly adjust, like eagles preening their feathers.
"Hail! The vector nozzles never cease to spit fire!"
Dong!
The great bell tolls a second time, the attitude control nozzles rotate back and forth, emitting the sound of metal resonating.
"Hail! May the ammunition ignite with precision pursuit!"
Dong!
The great bell tolls a third time, pilotless fighters spring open their weapon bays, surrounding ammunition and drones swiftly return, self-fixing onto the launch racks like bees returning to the hive.
"Hail! The Night Mother General personally guides every missile!"
Dong!
The great bell tolls a fourth time, and monks cover the fighters with talismans and scriptures, anointing the radomes with fresh, pure balm. In the complex electromagnetic environment, the avionics systems of the fighters suddenly recover.
"Supreme God's protection."