"The target appears! Repeat! The target appears! The No. 1 aircraft appears! He's under your fuselage!!" Despite the shock, the pilot of the No. 2 wingman immediately pressed the radio intercom and roared frantically in the fighter's line channel to warn, "Quickly turn around the fuselage and get rid of him!"

"Oh, I see, did you put it up during the low-altitude reconnaissance just now? It seems that it was not detected by the radar because it was too small...... Hearing the shouts of his comrades in the walkie-talkie, Luo Hou immediately sneered, the braking system operated at great speed, outside the cabin, the anonymous who embedded his ten fingers deeply between the iron sheets only felt that his body sank suddenly, and the wind pressure brought by the flight became a hundred times worse in an instant, and the swept wind made the hem of his clothes almost torn and whistling, just a simple speed-up, at this time, the whole person hanging outside the cabin Anonymous was almost thrown off from a high altitude.

In fact, at this time, he only had five fingers still fixed in the iron sheet, and the current Anonymous was like a humanoid pendant attached to a model airplane, and the whole person was shaking quickly in the wild current, as if he would be thrown away in the next second, but it was rigidly embedded in the cabin and could not be detached.

"Aircraft No. 1! The target still exists!" The three wingmen flying left and right saw the situation, but they couldn't help at all, they couldn't imagine that someone would be crazy enough to try to hijack the fighter plane in the air, at this moment, they could only try their best to remind Luo Hou of the target's movements, and could no longer provide other assistance.

"Tsk, trouble, what race is this? Listening to the report of his comrades-in-arms, Luo Hou frowned, and the operating lever in his hand immediately rotated with the direction of his palm, high in the sky, the fighter plane like a black eagle with wings broke through the clouds, and then moved forward at high speed in a roller posture like a spiral, however, the strong sense of weightlessness and centrifugal force only made Anonymous shout as if he had experienced a roller coaster, the sound of metal tearing burst out with sparks between his fingers, and the fingers like iron hooks slowly pulled out five extremely deep ravines on the fuselage, and finally, the iron sheet of the cabin that had reached the limit of bearing was shattered, and the burgundy figure was also thrown into the clouds。

"Now, it's my turn, Kraft Candy. ”

The firing system has already locked onto the target, and the double-aimed crosshair flashes overlapping on the slowly falling figure, Luo Hou did not hesitate to press the fire button on the operating stick with his thumb, outside the cabin, the cover above the outer air intake began, and the six-barreled Gatling cannon named [Vulcan] began to roar at full speed, countless lights and shadows tore through the thin clouds, and roared towards the figure of the Anonymous who had nowhere to stand in the floating air.

............

I remember that before my name was stolen, I was a character who was feared by everyone, and there was not even a hint of equality in the way everyone looked at me. It's not because of how many people I've killed, there are so many soldiers on the battlefield with bloody hands, it's not because of how bad my personality is, I've seen a man who is just as bad at words as me, but he is the core of his team, and everyone feels like "affinity" and "trust" in him.

I thought about this for a long time, but in the end, I realized that the reason why I was truly feared and feared was actually much simpler than I imagined.

For I represent death.

I am the embodiment of the word "death".

Anonymous looked at the blue sky in front of him, feeling the wild broken clouds that were constantly surging up behind him, and an inexplicable sense of ease and leisure appeared in his heart. In his sight, the six-barreled cannon on the fighter plane in the distance was slowly turning and spitting, and the heavy bombs that flew towards him in the spray of flames were also slowly whirling forward, and the afterglow of the setting sun was full of crimson afterglow on the body of the bullet, and faintly, he could see through the barrage that the young man in the cabin was smiling triumphantly.

If your opponent is not mine, then it is indeed time to retire at this time.

The two fingers formed a fist, and countless strange black mist overflowed between the fists, and Anonymous turned his body in the air, and then made a preparatory move in the air like an Olympic athlete on the eve of throwing a javelin.

Your life will end with [untimely death].

............

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart, almost subconsciously acting, Luo Hou, who was still firing at the target half a second ago, pulled up the joystick, and the entire fuselage immediately raised his head upward, and at the same time, almost at the same moment, a straight black light shot out at great speed in the hand of the figure in the distance, which happened to be comparable to the fighter that flew away from the dodge, however, a wingman located behind Luo Hou did not have time to move sideways, and was directly hit by the black mang on the spot!

At the moment when the head of the black mang touched the outer cabin of the fighter, the expected explosion did not happen, as if it just hit a floating cloud, and the black mang was directly twisted by the air flow of the fighter's flight in an instant, and from a distance, it looked like a dinner knife that had been heated to redness and cut towards the cheese, and before it was over, it was melted by the heat on its own.

What's going on? That's not an offense?

Luo Hou, who was still in an ascending state, turned the fuselage, and in the company channel on the walkie-talkie, a noisy and frightened voice suddenly shouted: "mayday!mayday!!The fuselage is abnormal! What's going on? My body is also-uhhhh

As if some kind of festering and crumbling sound replaced the second pilot's cry for help on the walkie-talkie, Luo Hou immediately looked in the direction of the second wingman, and through the transparent windshield in the cabin, he saw an extremely terrifying picture-

Just now, the black fog that should have been shattered by the flying air flow revealed its true face at this time, but instead of dissipating, on the contrary, it firmly occupied the front half of the entire fighter like an octopus's tentacles, and a large number of strange black fog was spreading with the nose as the birth point. At this moment, the pilot of the second wingman was silent, with Luo Hou's vision, he could only see that the cockpit of the wingman had been flooded by the black fog, and the only thing he could see was a fleshy palm still slapping the glass of the cockpit in vain.

Eventually, even that hand melted.

............

"It's a shame that my sixth sense saved my life. His body fell towards the ground at a rapid speed, at this speed and height, no one could survive without the help of tools, however, Anonymous didn't care about this at all, compared to the fact that he was about to break into a ball of plasma on the ground, he was more sorry for the missed blow of the blow.

In fact, he had already experienced that even if the altitude was added to a few thousand meters, even if the huge heat generated by the friction of the air was added, he would not be killed.

Because, he holds the power of the King of Death.

[Erase the concept of all death]

and attaching the concept of death to everything

This is the true face of Xuanyi, or Anonymous's ability!