The silver-gray Suverin fighters that were flashing with light were also quickly approaching.
They were round and only one-fifth the size of the Swallow Spaceship, but their speed and agility were astonishing.
Luke said in the guard's comms channel, "There are 572 of them. How about a competition, Rocket?"
Rocket adjusted his gun to high-speed continuous fire mode, and the energy system hummed as it recharged. "No problem. My gun is already thirsty!"
Luke, however, chose the slowest burst fire mode. The six barrels of the gun slowly spun. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, GO!"
As soon as he said that, a series of energy beams shot out from the muzzles of the man and the bear, and a dazzling yellow rain of light bullets flew toward the Suverin fighters behind them.
The six-barrel energy Gatling gun was one of the mainstream holy weapons in the universe. It dissipated heat quickly, which was very practical.
Little Raccoon hadn't used it before because it didn't have high-quality energy.
It had been having fun with Luke in the past few days, so it took out its steel titanium batteries. Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of explosions lit up the approaching Suverin fighters. The fragments of the fighters that were destroyed crashed into the nearby fighters, causing a little chaos.
The Suverin fighters immediately widened the distance between them and continued to pounce.
In any case, these were all drones. For the Suverin people, this battle was just a space mecha battle game.
Rocket laughed loudly and didn't let go of the fire button. He drowned out the elliptical fighters with a dense rain of light bullets as he shouted crazily, "Come on, Suverin b * tch! I'll kill you, I'll kill you! "
Luke was much more low-key.
The flames at the muzzle of the gun were only one-third of Little Raccoon's speed of fire.
The difference was the efficiency.
Rocket could only hit one or two fighters after firing dozens of energy bullets in a second.
Luke could fire two rounds of twelve bullets in a second at most, but he would hit two fighters.
The fighters that he had his eyes on would be surrounded by the rain of light bullets. No matter how they moved, they would "coincidentally" crash into one and explode.
The combination of Super Marksmanship, which had been used on the battlefield for a long time, and Elementary Precision was equally effective even on this battlefield.
This was because the two parties were extremely far apart, and Luke had to use a set of light bullets to maintain a hit rate.
Once the opponent's fighter jets continued to approach, the amount of ammunition he needed to hit a fighter jet would decrease.
The situation was as expected.
Even with the suppressive firepower of Luke and the rockets, the Sauverin fighter jets still relied on their numerical advantage to keep a suitable firing distance.
Similar bright yellow light bullets shot out from behind, and the number of light bullets also increased.
Quirl no longer cared about flying steadily. The spaceship began to move up, down, left and right in space, constantly rolling and spinning, trying his best to avoid the concentrated fire from the rain of bullets behind him.
Luke was fine. With the support of his armor, his feet were stuck to the deck, and he was as stable as ever as he continued to fire.
Rocket, on the other hand, was unlucky. He was swung around and cursed, "Quill, are you trying to throw me out? Damn it, the muzzle of my gun is almost at the back of your head. "
Quirl roared back, "I'm trying to prevent them from blowing your dog head off."
Rocket: "Scram!"
For a time, the two of them twisted and turned in the starry sky and fought.
On average, the Swallow spaceship was hit by one or two energy bullets every ten to twenty seconds, and the Sauverin fighter jets behind it kept exploding.
Rocket, who couldn't keep his balance, couldn't fire at all. Naturally, these were the results of Luke's battle.
In fact, he was feeling similar to the Sauverin people who were controlling the fighter jets.
It was just that the Sauverin people were playing a fighter game, while he was playing a shooting game.
Also, as the Sauverin fighter jets approached, the energy bullets spent less time flying in space, and Luke's hit rate gradually increased.
In addition, the Sauverin people didn't cherish the drones. After they opened fire, many of them subconsciously gathered together, making it easier for them to hit.
Three to four shots of the energy Gatling gun could blow up a fighter jet.
The red number that Luke had deliberately placed in the upper right corner of the virtual screen kept flipping, which was similar to scoring points in his previous life.
In a Sauverin flagship in the distance, a group of golden-skinned Sauverin people were sitting on the remote controls of rows of simulated fighter jets.
On the screens in front of most of them were the Swallow spaceships that were tumbling and fleeing, as well as two lunatics who kept biubiubiu at the rear hatch.
But the screens of dozens of fighter jets' remote controls had turned light red without any images, which meant that the fighter they were piloting had also been shot down.
The people who had their fighter jets shot down could only stand behind their companions who hadn't been shot down and cheer them on.
Interfering with the battle? No way. In any case, there wouldn't be any casualties.
For them, this was indeed just a game.
There was actually no benefit in hunting down the Guardians of the Galaxy.
The Guardians were a bunch of poor bums to begin with, and killing them wouldn't yield any material benefits.
They weren't vicious bandits, and even if they were killed, it wouldn't be able to deter other lawbreakers.
The Guardians were also very slippery and difficult to catch targets. Spending a lot of energy on revenge just to vent their anger was really … in line with the Sauverin people's temperament.
This race only cared about their reputation.
Apart from the powerful races and bigshots, the Sauverin people acted like high and mighty nobles.
However, the Sauverin race was one of the strongest in the universe, and they were also very wealthy. There weren't many people who wanted to pick a fight with them.
Only someone like Rocket, who had a tendency to court death, would provoke the Sauverin people for no reason.
For a moment, cheers rang out in the control room, which looked like a game hall. There were even people who were helping out with ideas and giving orders blindly. It was exactly like the arcade arcades in Luke's previous life.
But a few minutes later, the cheers and conversations gradually unified. "Damn it, where did that black and white skull-face come from?"
"Why is he so accurate?"
"Ah, I'm blown up too."
"Ahhh, I clearly dodged it. Why is the fighter still broken?"
On the Swallow spaceship, Quirl also sensed the change. "Wow, guys, well done. Their firepower has been reduced by half! We'll be able to hold out until the jump window. "
Rocket, however, couldn't help but ask, "Big Scoop, what's your knack for shooting? Tell me."
"Talent. You can't teach it."
The pressure on Quirl was greatly reduced, and he immediately began to mock Little Raccoon. "Wow, has our shooting master learned how to suck up? That's great. "
Furious, Rocket fired his gun fiercely again, but he still said the truth. "You only know how to play with your two lousy pistols! Let's swap if you have the guts. "
Quirl said, "Sure, let's swap."
Rocket said, "Come on, if you have the guts, come at once."
Camilla could only suppress these two childish guys. "Alright, there are still so many fighters chasing us!"
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