Chapter 2071 Fighter Game? No It's a Shooter

The Sovereign fighter plane, which was silver-gray and flickering with light, was also approaching rapidly.

They have round heads and round brains, only about one-fifth of the size of the swallow spacecraft, and their speed and flexibility are extremely amazing.

Luke said in the communication channel of the escort: "A total of 572, how about a match, Rocket?"

Rocket adjusted the big gun to the high-speed continuous firing mode, and the energy system began to pre-charge hummingly: "No problem, my big gun is already hungry and thirsty!"

Luke chose the slowest burst mode, and the six barrels of the big gun slowly turned: "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, GO!"

When the voice fell, a series of energy beams shot out from the muzzles of one man and one bear, splashing a rain of bright yellow light bullets in the starry sky, and flying towards the Sovereign fighter behind.

The six-tube energy Gatling is also one of the mainstream sacred weapons in the universe, and the advantage of fast heat dissipation is very practical.

The little raccoon didn't use it very much before, because there was no high-quality energy source.

I had fun with Luke these days, so I took out the steel-titanium battery and used it.

Bang bang bang!

A series of explosions lit up among the approaching Sovereign fighter planes, and the fragments of the fighter planes that were blown up immediately hit the nearby fighter planes, causing a little confusion.

The Sowerin fighter group immediately widened the distance and continued to pounce.

Anyway, these are drones, and this battle is just a game of space machine warfare for the Sovereigns.

Rocket laughed loudly, did not let go of the firing button, and flooded the small elliptical fighter planes with a dense rain of light bullets, and yelled frantically: "Come on, Sowerin's stinky bitch! Kill you , kill you ah ah ah ah."

Luke is much more low-key.

The flame of the muzzle is only one-third of the rate of fire of the little raccoon, and it is biubiubiu rhythmically.

The difference is efficiency.

The rocket fires dozens of energy bombs a second before it can hit one or two fighter planes.

Luke can fire at most two rounds of twelve rounds per second, but he must hit two fighters.

The fighter planes he targets will be "encircled and suppressed" by the rain of light and bullets,

No matter how it moves, it will "coincidentally" hit a shot and explode with a bang.

The combination of battle-tested super archery and primary precision ability is equally effective even in this cosmic battlefield.

This is also because the distance between the two sides is extremely long, and Luke has to use a set of light bullets to maintain his hit rate.

Once the opposing fighter continues to approach, the ammunition he needs to hit a fighter will decrease.

The situation is also as expected.

Even with the suppressed firepower of Luke and the Rockets, the Sovereign fighter still relied on its numerical advantage to press down to a suitable firing distance.

A rain of the same bright yellow light bullets shot from behind also followed, and the number increased.

Quill couldn't care less about driving smoothly, the spaceship began to move up and down, left and right in the starry sky, and kept rolling and spinning, trying to avoid the concentrated fire of the bullet rain from behind.

Luke is okay, with the support of the battle armor, his feet are attached to the deck, he is still stable, and he keeps firing.

The Rocket was unlucky, was thrown back and forth, and let out a series of curses: "Quiel, are you trying to throw me out? Damn it, my muzzle is going to hit the back of your head."

Quill yelled back, "I'm trying to keep them from blowing your dog's head off."

Rocket: "Go away!"

For a moment, the two sides twisted and twisted in the starry sky, mingling together.

On average, the Swallow spacecraft will be hit with one or two energy bombs every 20 seconds, and the Sovereign fighter plane behind it will also burst out bursts of light clusters.

The rocket, which is unstable in stature, can hardly fire, and these are naturally the results of Luke's battle.

In fact, his feeling at the moment is similar to that of the Sovereign with a remote control fighter.

It's just that the Sovereign is playing a fighter game, and he is playing a shooting game.

Moreover, as the Sovereign fighter plane approached, the time for the energy bomb to fly in the starry sky decreased, and Luke's hit speed gradually increased.

In addition, the Sovelin people don't cherish the drones. After firing, many people subconsciously gather together, which is easier to hit.

Energy Gatling can blow up a frame with three to four shots.

Luke deliberately put the red number on the upper right corner of the virtual light screen, and it kept flipping, which is similar to the feeling of scoring in the previous life.

On a Sovereign flagship in the distance, a group of golden-skinned Sovereigns are sitting on the remote controllers of simulated fighter jets.

On the screen in front of most of the people, there are the swallow spaceship rolling and fleeing, and two psychopaths who keep biubiubiu at the rear hatch.

However, the screens of the remote controllers of dozens of fighter planes turned pale red without any images, indicating that the fighter planes they were driving were also shot down.

Those who were shot down could only stand behind their companions who were not shot down, watching and cheering.

Interfere with the battle? If it doesn't exist, there will be no casualties anyway.

For them, it's really just a game.

Going after the Guardians of the Galaxy isn't going to do much good.

The guards themselves are a group of poor ghosts, and they will not get material benefits if they are killed.

They are not vicious gangsters, and it is impossible to deter other criminals if they are killed.

The guards are still very slippery and hard to catch targets, and they put in a lot of energy to retaliate, just for the sake of venting their anger. This is really... very in line with the temper of the Sovereigns.

This race lives with dignity.

To people other than those powerful races and big bosses, the Sovereigns acted like aloof aristocrats.

However, the strength of the Sovereign family is at the forefront of the universe, and they are still very rich, so there are not many people who insist on fighting against them.

Only a guy like the Rockets who has a tendency to die will tease Sowerin all right.

All of a sudden, there were cheers and cheers in the game hall-like fighter control room, and there were people helping out with ideas and directing blindly, and I could do it myself. It was exactly the same as the arcade hall in Luke's previous life.

But after a few minutes, the contents of the shouts and conversations gradually became unified: "Damn, where did that black and white skull face come from?"

"Why is he shooting so accurately?"

"Ah, I was blown up too."

"Ahhh, I obviously avoided it, why is the fighter plane still broken?"

On the Swallow spacecraft, Quill also noticed the change: "Wow, guys did a great job, their firepower has been weakened by more than half! We can hold on until the transition window."

But Rocket couldn't help asking: "Big Spoon, what's your knack for shooting, tell me brother."

Luke: "Talent, there is no way to teach it."

Quill's pressure was greatly relieved, and he immediately began to taunt the little raccoon: "Oh, has our shooting master also learned to flatter? This is really great."

Rocket was furious, and the big gun gave another burst of ferocious biubiu, and he still told the truth: "You can play with your two broken pistols! We can change them if we have one."

Quill: "Okay, let's change."

Rocket: "Come on, come right away if you have the guts."

Gamora can only come out to suppress these two naive ghosts: "Okay, there are still so many fighters chasing and killing us!"

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