A silver-gray Sovereign fighter plane flashing with tiny dots of light was also approaching rapidly.
They have round heads and are only about one-fifth the size of the Swallow spacecraft. Their speed and flexibility are extremely amazing.
Luke said in the Guard's communication channel: "There are 572 of us. How about a competition, Rocket?"
Rocket adjusted the gun to high-speed burst mode, and the energy system began to hum to pre-charge. "No problem, my gun is thirsty!"
Luke chose the slowest burst mode, and the six barrels of the gun slowly turned: "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, GO!"
As soon as the words fell, a series of energy beams emerged from the muzzles of the man and the bear's guns, splashing brilliant bright yellow light bullet rain in the starry sky, flying towards the Sovereign fighter behind.
The six-barrel energy Gatling gun is also one of the mainstream holy instruments for salvation in the universe. Its advantage of fast heat dissipation is very practical.
Raccoons were not used much before because there was no high-quality energy.
I had a great time playing with Luke these days, so I took out the steel-titanium battery and used it.
Bang bang bang bang!
A series of explosions went off among the approaching Sovereign fighters, with the debris of the first fighters that were blown up crashing into nearby fighters, causing a small chaos.
The Sovereign fighters immediately widened the distance between them and continued to swoop forward.
Anyway, these are all drones, and this battle is nothing more than a space machine war game for the Sovereigns.
Rocket laughed loudly, holding down the firing button without releasing it, and flooded the small elliptical fighter planes with dense rain of light bullets, shouting frantically: "Come on, you stinking bitch of Sovereign! I will kill you, I will kill you."
Luke is much more low-key.
The flame from the muzzle was only one-third the rate of the raccoon, biubiubiu rhythmically.
The difference is efficiency.
A rocket has to fire dozens of energy bombs per second to hit one or two fighter planes.
Luke can fire at most two rounds of twelve shots per second, but he will definitely hit two fighter planes.
Any fighter plane he targets will be "encircled" by the rain of light bullets. No matter how they move, they will "happen" to be hit by one and explode.
The combination of superb shooting skills acquired through long experience on the battlefield and basic precision ability is equally effective even in this cosmic battlefield.
This is because the two sides are extremely far apart, and Luke has to use a set of light bullet rain to maintain his hit rate.
As the enemy planes continue to approach, the ammunition he needs to hit a plane will decrease.
The situation was not unexpected.
Even with the fire suppression from Luke and Rocket, the Sovereign fighters still relied on their numerical advantage to reach a suitable firing distance.
The same bright yellow light bullet rain also came from behind, and the number increased.
Quill no longer cared about driving smoothly. The spaceship began to move up and down, left and right in the starry sky, rolling and spinning constantly, trying to avoid the concentrated fire from the rain of bullets behind.
Luke was fine. With the support of his armor, he remained stable with his feet attached to the deck and kept firing.
Rocket was unlucky. He was swayed back and forth, uttering a series of curses: "Quil, are you trying to throw me out? Damn it, the muzzle of my gun is about to hit the back of your head."
Quill yelled back, "I'm trying to keep them from blowing your head off."
Rocket: "Get lost!"
For a moment, the two sides twisted and turned in the starry sky and fought each other.
On average, the Swallow spacecraft would be hit by one or two energy bombs every ten to twenty seconds, and the Sovereign fighters behind it also kept emitting exploding balls of light.
The rocket, which was difficult to stabilize, could hardly fire. These were naturally Luke's achievements.
In fact, he felt similarly to the Sovereign who controlled the fighter plane remotely.
It’s just that the Sovereigns played fighter games, and he played shooting games.
Moreover, as the Sovereign fighter plane approached, the time the energy bombs flew in the starry sky decreased, and Luke's hitting speed was gradually increasing.
In addition, the Sovereigns did not care about drones, so after the firing, many of them subconsciously gathered together, making them easier to hit.
Three to four shots from the Energy Gatling Gun can destroy a fight.
Luke deliberately made the red number on the upper right corner of the virtual light screen flip constantly, which was similar to the feeling of scoring by taking the opportunity in the previous life.
In a Sovereign flagship far away, a group of golden-skinned Sovereigns were sitting on rows of simulated fighter plane remote controls.
On the screens in front of most people was the tumbling and fleeing Swallow spacecraft and two psychopaths making noises at the rear door.
But the screens of dozens of fighter jet remote controls turned light red and showed no images, indicating that the fighter jets they were flying were also shot down.
Those whose fighter planes were shot down can only stand behind their companions who were not shot down, and watch and cheer them on.
Interfering with the battle? No chance of that. There would be no casualties anyway.
To them, it really is just a game.
There is really no benefit in going after the Guardians of the Galaxy.
The guards themselves are a bunch of poor guys, and killing them will not bring any material benefits.
They are not vicious bandits, and killing them would not deter other criminals.
The Guards were still a very slippery target, and spending a lot of energy on revenge, just to vent anger, was really... very consistent with the temperament of the Sovereigns.
This race lives for face.
To everyone except those powerful races and bigwigs, the Sovereigns act like nobles and look down on others.
However, the Sovereigns are one of the most powerful tribes in the universe and are very wealthy, so there are not many people who want to compete with them.
Only a guy like Rocket, who has a suicidal tendency, would tease Sovereign for no reason.
For a moment, the fighter control room that was like a game hall was filled with shouts of cheering. There were people inside giving advice, giving blind orders, and saying, "I can do it too." It was exactly the same as the arcade in Luke's previous life.
But after a few minutes, the shouts and conversations gradually became unified: "Damn, where did that black and white skull face come from?"
"Why is he so accurate?"
"Ah, I got blasted too."
"Ahh, I clearly dodged it, why is the fighter still broken?"
On the Swallow spaceship, Quill also noticed the change: "Wow, guys, great job, their firepower has been weakened by more than half! We can hold on until the jump window."
Rocket couldn't help but ask: "Big Spoon, what's your shooting trick? Tell me, brother."
Luke: "Talent can't be taught."
Quill's pressure was greatly reduced, and he immediately began to taunt the raccoon: "Oh, has our shooting master also learned to flatter? This is really great."
Rocket was furious, and Big Gun started biubiu fiercely again, but he still told the truth: "You only know how to play with your two broken pistols! Let's switch if you dare."
Quill: "Okay, let's change."
Rocket: "Come on, come right away if you have the guts."
Gamora had no choice but to come out and suppress the two childish ghosts: "Okay, there are so many fighter planes chasing us!"