In order to avoid the suppression of the Thunderhawk's firepower, we had to temporarily abandon the torpedo in order to gain a greater maneuverability. At this time, there is one less operator of the Thunder Eagle, and the remaining one, whether it is acting as a pilot or continuing to serve as a fire controller, the Thunder Eagle has no strength to continue to suppress us. And after the two Raptor warriors hung up, the remaining scheming Raptor Captain couldn't pose much of a threat to us, after all, no one created a chance for him to sneak attack.

But the rest of our journey was also sad. If only one wing is lost, the power difference between the two thrusters can compensate for the shift in the center of gravity, and the plane can still make do with it. But when even one of the thrusters is lost, it is too difficult for our pilot girl to keep the flight smooth and fast. We stumbled in this awkward situation, and along the way I kept exerting my power to push the asteroids close enough around the plane to prevent the Captain of Prey from suddenly killing him. Some were thrown behind the plane by me to block the occasional fire from the Thunderhawk. Although the Thunderhawk's hit rate has become a mess, after all, we have completely lost our maneuverability advantage.

Along the way, I kept spotting the figure of Captain Raptor, who was dragging two long tail flames to and from asteroid swarms not far away, but I was completely incapable of aiming at him with guns or spells, my eyes couldn't even keep up with his movements, and the strange ability of not having soul projection made my psionic perception powerless. At this time, I seemed to feel the frustration of the Thunder Eagle pilot when facing us - the opponent was obviously in front of him, and his strength was weak, but he couldn't catch up and couldn't fight. But at this point, one of the two drivers didn't need to be depressed.

All I could do was be vigilant all the time, and at the same time, push away the asteroids that seemed to be relatively close, and cut off the chance of a sneak attack. Even in the most tragic moments of suppression, Sylvia was able to find an opportunity to make a few painless counterattacks, but the birds of prey did not have this ability, and the flying warrior with only axes and bombs had no ability to threaten us at the moment - but it is conceivable that once he was close, he would bring us destruction in an instant.

Thunderhawk has been chasing after us all the time, and has become as obscene as a bird of prey. It also hides itself behind asteroids most of the time, occasionally poking its head out and shooting at us a few times, not to hit, just to interfere with our flight. Every time I picked up the laser cannon and prepared to fight back, it hid again, or simply pointed its heavily armored belly at me, preventing me from aiming at the fragile windows. The huge cannon was a particular headache, as it often shattered the boulders in front of us, creating a large belt of rubble in front of us, providing more hiding places for the birds of prey, and at the same time making Sylvia scramble for the rocks alone, and the lightning could no longer nimble around all obstacles after losing a thruster, and I was unable to push away all the rocks. Gradually, the sporadic rubble left a lot of scars on Raiden's body.

Luckily, even if there is only one thruster left, Thunderbolt can still accelerate easily. It didn't take long for us to catch up with a torpedo warhead that had lost power and could only glide by inertia. Sylvia was about to rush over, but I stopped her and ordered her to keep her distance.

The plasma torpedo is a very large thing, and even if only a quarter of the overall volume of the warhead is intercepted, it is larger than the fuselage of the Thunderbolt. A Chaos Space Marine could hide on the other side of our eyes and wait for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack on us. This should be the last chance he can find - once the torpedo is retrieved, we can fly in a special area with few asteroids, or use the range advantage of the plane to get rid of him, after all, the jetpack is more flexible, but it is impossible to carry a lot of fuel. …,

I had Sylvia steer the lightning at a relatively fixed distance from the torpedo, then left the plane and flew in a big circle to the other side of the torpedo. Since psionic perception could not detect him, I had to use the stupidest method to find him, with the naked eye. I had not been trained to fly in a vacuum using psionic energy alone, and the journey took me a long time. Sixty laser rifles flew at my side, giving me confidence in any surprise attack.

Unlike what was imagined, the other side of the torpedo was empty. Odd......

Come to think of it, too, that cunning bird of prey would not have resorted to such a clumsy and easily seen through trick. But if he didn't do anything, I don't believe it even more.

There must be something more on the torpedo, right?

After two circles around the torpedo, I finally noticed something glued to it, black and inconspicuous, and some looked like a piece of rubble. But the results of the psionic test showed that it was clearly magnetically attached to it. A remote-controlled blasting device?

I immediately said that it was dangerous. Although the plasma torpedo is detonated with a precise and strict procedure, and it cannot be detonated with a single external explosion, this huge creature is also very fragile due to its high precision, and a bomb can destroy it very lightly. And once we lose this torpedo, all the efforts we have made will be in vain.

So I tried to remove it, and it didn't seem very difficult. I kept a seemingly safe distance from the bomb and reached for the psionic tentacles. Before I could do anything, however, a warning from Sylvia came over the communicator, and a sign of danger appeared.

I immediately unfurled the psionic shield, but instead of covering myself, I placed it around the torpedo. It's not in line with the fighting habits I've developed over the years, and I can only say that my intuition made me make the right choice. And just as the shield was formed, a violent explosion occurred, and the blazing flames were accompanied by flying shrapnel, several of which narrowly missed my chest without carapace armor.

Thunderhawk's cannon! The only thing that can make such a noise on the entire battlefield nearby is the main gun. My shield lasted nearly ten seconds under a barrage of four heavy blast bolts, but it only took one shot from the cannon before it completely collapsed! If it weren't for the fact that it was far from the torpedo and there was no shock wave in the vacuum, the power of this cannon would have been enough for me to hang up on the spot.

Thankfully, the shield detonated the shells ahead of time and blocked most of the fragments, leaving the torpedo intact.

Looking in the direction of the Thunder Eagle, the huge and sturdy steel fortress did not dodge this time, still maintaining a steady posture and waiting for the main gun to be loaded. Obviously, the other side also knows that this is our last chance to intercept us.

I didn't open my shield again. Compared to the power of guns and firearms, the abilities possessed by individuals are insignificant. At times like these, fighting back is the only thing to do.

I left the laser cannon there when I left Raiden, and at the moment I only have a bunch of laser rifles with me, completely unable to do any damage to Thunderhawk. And I don't have any more high-powered individual weapons in my space.

At the same time as the birth warning, Sylvia had already launched a counterattack, firing frequently with the laser cannon on the wing. But at this time, it was difficult for Thunderbolt to even fly smoothly, and the shooting deviation that he barely made was so bad that occasionally a few laser hits still couldn't penetrate Thunderhawk's armor. In front of the Thunder Eagle, who is bent on destroying the torpedo, the thunderbolt does not even play a role in attracting fire.

It's a bit far away, and I haven't tried to cast power at such a distance, but it doesn't get in the way. Although it takes time for the power to condense, the speed of transmission is like a laser, which almost does not take time. I condensed my giant psionic hand and grabbed Thunderhawk's fuselage. …,

If it were on the ground, my strength would be enough to throw a light tank of thirty or forty tons and overturn a main battle tank of sixty or seventy tons. At this point, I wanted to do the same and throw the Thunderhawk to a nearby asteroid and smash it. It's more difficult than I could have imagined, and as a heavy vehicle capable of carrying the RAND Raider Heavy Tank for landing, Thunderhawk's thrusters are more than enough to counter the psionic brute force I wield. I could only twist it at an angle so that its next shot missed.

At this time, I was very envious of the magical mechanical sorcery that Ah Da possessed. He can quickly get a paralyzed vehicle back up and running, or he can disable a vehicle in a matter of moments without leaving a trail using just a wrench and screwdriver. Relatively speaking, my methods are brutal and untechnical. In this situation, when the enemy's brute force is superior to mine, my combat effectiveness is somewhat stretched.

The situation at this time does not allow me to concentrate on Thunder Eagle for a long time. The reality of a bird of prey watching me was uncomfortable.

It's better to cut off one of its fingers than to hurt its ten fingers, my strength is not enough to fight the entire Thunder Eagle, but it should be enough to dismantle some parts of its body, right? Thinking of this, I immediately changed my tactics.

The first one chosen was the thick cannon barrel on Thunderhawk's back, which was the biggest threat to us. With my seventy tons of strength, it would be difficult to pinch the barrel, but it was still possible to tear it off. So it took a few seconds for me to pull the entire barrel from Thunder Eagle's body, along with the cannon body implanted in Thunder Eagle's body. Sparks flew around the stubble under brute force tearing, and a complete cannonball popped out of the autoloading mechanism.

Hey, the barrel should be loaded with shells, right? Looking at the barrel of the gun, which was basically intact, I was tempted to turn it around and aim it at the Thunderhawk for a single shot, but unfortunately this gun was a completely foreign weapon to me, and I couldn't find where the excitation device was.

Losing his primary weapon in a violent tremor, the Thunderhawk pilot suddenly fell into a huge panic. Seeing that the Thunderhawk was about to flee when he turned the nose of the plane, before it could gain enough speed, I picked up the barrel of the gun and slammed it into the rear of the Thunderhawk as a giant warhammer, shattering one of the thrusters. Huge flames erupted from the steel body of the Thunderhawk, and in an instant, the impregnable flying fortress had turned into a ball of fire.

At the same moment, the platoon of laser rifles around me fired in three successive salvos, aimed at the Captain of the Raptor flying towards me. The last bird of prey made a tortuous trajectory, dodging most of the attacks, and the few that could hit were blocked by his massive chainsaw axe. He rushed in front of me unscathed, raising his axe and slashing it down.