I realized early on that I wasn't destined to get along well with any vehicle.

When I first graduated and enlisted in the army, I was not very comfortable with the control of psionic energy, and there were often some uncontrolled powers leaking out, and - most people should know - psionic sorcery and mechanical sorcery as two extreme directions of mystery are almost natural mortal enemies, and every time I cast a spell, the evil omen is often the loss of control or even paralysis of the machine. One can imagine how terrible it would be for a Riemann Ruth tank or a Chimera armored vehicle to suddenly lie on its stomach in the heat of battle. After a few tragic incidents, the military simply forbade me to enter any large vehicles, let me use a motorcycle to travel on the march, and let me act as an accompanying infantry during the battle. In the days that followed, I immersed myself in practicing the control of psionic energy, and finally stopped causing disgust to the mechanical spirit every time I cast a spell, but the express regulations of the military department are not so easy to revoke after all, and my motion sickness has not improved. So in order to keep up with the pace of the armored troops, the regiment had to adopt a compromise plan, and let me sit on top of the tank as a machine gunner, so that it was not completely inside the car, and the good ventilation also made me no longer suffer from motion sickness.

So over the years, the Heavy on the roof of the car has become almost my exclusive combat position, if my regiment owns a tank. I love the position and it turns out to be the best fit for me and for me. As a psyker, my main mission is not to kill or injure enemies, but to use my psionic vision to find the locations of those hidden and infiltrated enemies for my comrades, and I am completely free from the harsh environment of fog, rain, and night. The high, open view from the roof of the car greatly expanded my reconnaissance range. After years of practice, combined with the spells possessed by the psykers, I was able to suppress the onslaught of hordes of infantry with a single machine gun.

So, when we were at a total disadvantage, I remembered my old job and climbed out of the car to work as a machine gunner. Although this is not a tank but a fighter, and there is no machine gun outside, how can such a trifle be me?

So, under Sylvia's bewildered gaze, I lifted the canopy and climbed out of the cabin. Although there is no cool breeze or warm and fragrant gunsmoke in space, this almost infinite free vision alone is enough to make me forget the unhappiness. Huddled in the corner of the cockpit of a single-seater aircraft with a high-intensity load that changes over time, it is not a human life.

I maintain a psionic ability that keeps me suspended at a certain distance from the thunderbolt, keeping it in a fixed position no matter how fast it turns, without being burned by its tail flames. Then I took out a laser cannon.

It's also a single laser cannon, and I actually prefer the Space Marine's shoulder-style one, which can be fired while standing. It's a pity that the GIs of our defense forces are not superhumans transformed from the interstellar marines, and they can't carry the so-called "single-soldier" heavy weapons weighing hundreds of kilograms, so they have to use tripods to fix the launch. And I'm floating in the air now, where can I find a place to put a tripod? Naturally, it was impossible on the plane, and the slightest movement of the plane threw us away.

But no matter how difficult it is, what needs to be done still has to be done. I silently recited the mysterious prayer of the Cult of the Mechanics, assembled the cannon body, the cannon shield, and the tripod with the most serious and disciplined movements, connected the battery backpack, and completed the preparation for firing.

"It's a gentleman who is going to stand on the roof of the car and jerk off!" I am reminded of the heroic declaration of the commander of an air defense company that resounded throughout the regiment. …,

When I think of the air defense company, I naturally think of the Hydra air defense gun, which is the real weapon for fighting planes. It is a pity that not all enemies have aircraft, and the task of the anti-aircraft company is to go to the front line to provide fire support, under the covering fire of four long-barreled rapid-fire guns...... Mmmm, I just got rid of the vomiting from my motion sickness and don't want to remember certain scenes anymore. Comparatively speaking, the individual laser cannon is completely inferior in all respects except for the power of a single shot - it is not very fair to compare vehicle-mounted weapons with individual weapons.

"Fly steady!" I summoned Sylvia.

There was a simple "um" sound from the communicator, and the girl didn't have any unnecessary doubts, presumably the miracles I created since the start of the war had already convinced her.

Thunderhawk had already aimed the nose of the plane completely at us, and had not fired yet, but was only accelerating, as if he wanted to get closer. The seemingly clumsy Thunderhawk has an extremely powerful thruster, at least in terms of straight-line acceleration is not inferior to Thunderbolt, not to mention that the driver is a super transformation warrior who can still move freely even under the ultra-high overload of thirty G, and the Thunderhawk can maximize its acceleration ability. On our side, after a short moment of high-maneuverability flight, Sylvia had not recovered from exhaustion, and Thunderbolt did not fly at all his strength.

The distance between us and the enemy is closing.

I cast another psionic power to control the laser cannon in my hand, making it as steady as if it were propped up on solid ground. It was already difficult to control two psionic abilities at the same time, but I took a deep breath and cast a third one, the Extraordinary Shot.

This is a psionic ability in the realm of prophecy. While my specialty is in the realm of power, I also have a few common spells in the area of prophecy, and Extraordinary Shot is one of the spells I'm most proficient at. It allows me to do near-impossible shooting missions and ignore distance. My eyes were fixed on Thunderhawk's front window, and my gaze passed through the subspace, locking onto the other's soul projection.

Strangely, I saw a full five souls in that position. Which one should I fight? Which is the pilot and which is the fire controller? What's the deal with the extra three?

I didn't have much of a chance to shoot, the battery pack showed only three shots left, and I didn't have any more battery packs. What's more, after losing someone, the other party should not even give me a second chance as long as his intelligence is normal.

Sorcery allows me to ignore range, but I can't ignore obstacles. It's unlikely that the Thunderhawk's portholes will be able to block the lasers, but the other three should be in the transport compartment under the nose, and my laser cannon is about as powerful as the two on the Thunderbolt wingtips, but it can't penetrate the Thunderhawk's transport compartment armor.

I have a two-in-five chance of taking out a crucial target, and even if I have someone on the bench, I can win at least a few seconds. It's worth the gamble.

Emperor Bless, direct your anger to me!

I casually aimed at one and pulled the trigger while returning my gaze to the real world. I was relieved to see the laser beam coming into the Thunderhawk's cockpit through the front window.

Immediately afterward, I saw Thunderhawk visibly lose his balance and fly out of a jumbled trajectory like a headless fly. The emperor is on top, I killed the driver!

I remembered the anti-aircraft company commander again. In a fierce battle, he calmly sat on the roof of the Hydra, holding a cigarette, and his face full of sighing stubble was like a gray-white print, and high in the air behind him, an enemy plane was falling with smoke. After that battle, he shocked the whole group with another famous saying, "When jerking off can't cause you pleasure, you are completely lonely...... but I didn't feel lonely in that battle, I was just tired to death. Throughout the battle, I was busy with the guard duty in place of the damaged radar, helping to carry the shells by the way - sometimes the Hydra was set on fire by the enemy, and the whole tank had to be moved to another place. …,

And right now, it's still not the time for me to be lonely. Thunder Eagle flew in a mess for only three or five seconds before he regained his stability, and it seemed that the driver's seat had been replaced by a substitute. And when the Thunderhawk pointed the nose at us again, instead of tilting the bullet rain, he opened the transport compartment under the nose and released three things with long tails of flames.

Missile?! Where are the missiles launched from the transport compartments? I was so shocked that I hurriedly threw away the laser cannon and found a heavy explosive arrow gun, and I didn't even have time to assemble a tripod and a gun shield, so I directly hung up the bullet chain and strafed it, trying to stop these missiles. However, the missiles made a dazzling flight trajectory one by one, and they completely dodged my barrage.

When did Chaos missiles become so intelligent? A new product from the Cult of the Dark Automata? Now I'm more than surprised. However, after occasionally turning my gaze to the subspace, I realized that those three things actually had souls, and they were the three other than the pilot and fire controller on the Thunderhawk. Looking back at the real world, the three of them had come so close to me that I could tell with the naked eye that they were three Chaos Space Marines with jetpacks on their backs, aka birds of prey.

I let out a sigh, it's not a new trick that I haven't seen before. Although the Raptor has superb mobility and is very difficult to fight with flying belts, I have seen it after all, and I am sure to deal with it.

After I relaxed, I still had my mind thinking that the other party was a marine like me, and I was forced to join the space operation at this time, and I would definitely scold the poor pilot comrade-in-arms in my heart.