Chapter 55 At an altitude of 2.5 meters
Chapter 55 At an altitude of 2.5 meters
ripple.
This thing doesn't have high direct attack power.
In the system's skill description, if it is used for direct attack, it is considered to be the weaker type.
But that depends on who the person is, doesn't it?
It is naturally less effective against opponents of the same level.
But what if you're facing a weaker opponent?
Just like DIO was powerless against Xu Yuan's ripples, how could the delicate parts inside the plane possibly withstand his ripples?
Especially things like chips and circuits.
It shatters at the slightest touch under his ripples.
However, machinery often has a major weakness—the more precise something is, the less it can withstand internal damage.
It can be said that ripples, with their excellent conductivity, are the nemesis of machinery.
Xu Yuan and the F-35 fighter jet just passed each other by.
His hand only touched it for a fleeting moment.
But that instant was enough for him to infuse the ripples!
Golden ripples traveled along the fuselage, surged into the fighter jet's interior, and darted about wildly.
Therefore, from an observer's perspective—
After nearly hitting its target but failing, the fighter jet quickly became unstable.
Then it seemed to suddenly lose power, tumbling and falling downwards, while black smoke billowed from its fuselage.
It was... shot down?!
Surely the fighter jet couldn't have malfunctioned on its own?!
However, this is not the end.
Amidst gasps of alarm below, a deafening roar suddenly engulfed everything.
boom!!!!!!!
The F-35 fighter jet exploded during the crash, along with the missiles it was carrying.
A terrifying heatwave was raging.
The heavens and earth were scorched, and the air was distorted.
Flames, thick smoke, and debris swept wildly in all directions, then rained down like a torrential downpour.
Xu Yuan was somewhat taken aback.
Unexpectedly, the missile carried by the fighter jet exploded.
Once the ripples are injected, they are no longer under his control.
He didn't know exactly what things would be destroyed.
Of course, he was prepared and escaped from the fighter jet the moment he injected the ripples.
The fear is that the missile might suddenly explode.
Unexpectedly, what I wished for actually came true.
At that moment, the entire venue fell silent.
Upon seeing this, the remaining nine fighter jets immediately changed direction and hovered within a kilometer of Xu Yuan, not daring to approach.
"What's going on?!"
"Why did Mike's fighter jet malfunction just when it brushed past the target?"
"I don't know, I didn't see it."
"Damn it! Without electronic devices, we're practically blind!"
"I saw the target touch the fuselage of the fighter jet."
"You touched it?"
"That's right, just a fleeting moment as we brushed past each other."
"Philip, that's not a funny joke! You mean the target touched the fighter jet, and it exploded?"
"From what I just saw, it seems so. Oh, and there seemed to be golden electricity in his hands, but I'm not sure, it was too far away for me to see clearly."
"Damn it! How am I supposed to get close to the target now?"
"Sigh, I'm getting married to my girlfriend next month."
"Oh, my dear Howard, you'd better watch out. Generally speaking, charging in after saying what you just said is a sure way to die."
"How is Mike?"
"They ejected from the capsule, but..."
"Damn it!"
As the fighter jet crashed, Mike decisively chose to eject from the cockpit.
The problem is—the damn missile exploded!
In that kind of explosion, Mike's chances of survival are probably very slim.
Are you kidding me!
This mission can actually kill people?!
They thought it was a piece of cake.
Even if something goes wrong, at most the enemy will escape and the mission will fail.
At the very least, there shouldn't be any problem with a safe return.
After all, the opponent isn't a fighter jet.
Who would have thought this would happen!
"Use missiles; close combat with the target is too dangerous."
"No, the ambulance is radar-guided; the radar cannot detect the target."
"Where's the rattlesnake?"
"Are you kidding me? Do you think a rattlesnake can detect the tiny amount of infrared radiation emitted by a human body?"
"Doesn't he generate heat from friction while flying at that speed? Howard, aren't you wearing a Rattlesnake? Give it a try."
"No, it cannot be locked."
"Damn it! Use 120, use command to correct the trajectory!"
"??? You can spot him with your eyes?"
"We can't just not try anything, can we?"
Soon, the internal weapons bay of one of the fighter jets was opened.
An AIM-120 air-to-air missile was exposed.
Upon seeing this, Xu Yuan frowned.
He wasn't sure if this thing could actually track him, so he simply said to Theresa, "I can't handle this thing. You destroy it from a distance, and be serious."
"Okay," Theresa readily agreed.
The next instant, her silver pupils suddenly turned into golden vertical pupils.
A massive, overwhelming demonic power erupted!
Xu Yuan felt like he wasn't holding onto a person, but rather a monster that could slap him to death.
Compared to Theresa, Sofia and Royal, who had previously unleashed more than 50% of their demonic power, were utterly weak, as small and fragile as children.
The moment the AIM-120 air-to-air missile left the launch site, it was met with a barrage of violent sword energy.
Then it was cleanly and neatly cut into dozens of pieces.
boom!!!
It exploded, the missile exploded again.
The massive heatwave from the explosion sent the fighter jet that launched the missile flying.
It's unclear where the F-35 was hit, but it soon started emitting black smoke after flying away.
The pilot ejected from the cockpit immediately.
The fighter jet plummeted straight down without exploding.
The remaining eight pilots all gaped open.
The radio channel was completely silent.
They initially thought the woman was just an accessory, but they never expected her to be a monster.
"Looks like there's no point in trying; the missiles are useless."
"Perhaps we need reinforcements."
"In short, we can't do it on our own."
It's not just a matter of having no choice; rushing in might even cost you your life.
After all, they had no idea how Mike's fighter jet had exploded earlier.
What followed was quite bizarre.
The US fighter jets did not launch another attack, but simply followed Xu Yuan at a distance.
It was like lining up to see him off.
The base command repeatedly ordered them to launch an attack, but they refused each time, citing that they were "looking for an opportunity."
In this situation, they are not afraid even if they are brought to a military court.
Machine guns, missiles, or even just charging straight in.
They tried everything, but nothing worked. In fact, two of their planes were shot down by the enemy, and Mike was killed.
What can we do?
We can only wait and look for an opportunity!
We can't just charge in and get ourselves killed, can we?
Where are human rights?!
Xu Yuan glanced at the fighter jets with a strange look.
Are you not going to fight anymore?
If you're not going to fight anymore, why not withdraw?
Are they looking for an opportunity?
Surely I can't be slacking off, can I?
When the F-35 fighter jet climbs to an altitude of 1.8 meters, it has to come to a stop.
"Oh my God! They're all alright!"
"This is incredible!"
"Is it because of that protective shield?"
As the two pilots continued to fly upwards and soon disappeared from their sight, the American pilots couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
It's important to know that when the altitude reaches 1.92 meters, the atmospheric pressure drops to 6.27 kPa.
This value is only 6% of standard atmospheric pressure.
Although the atmosphere is over a thousand kilometers thick, 75% of the atmospheric mass and 90% of the water vapor mass are concentrated in the troposphere, which is only a dozen kilometers thick.
At an altitude of 1.92 meters, the air is already very thin, and the temperature drops to below minus 50 degrees Celsius.
Most importantly, at this atmospheric pressure, the boiling point of human body fluids is only 37 degrees Celsius!
It's the same as normal human body temperature.
This means that once exposed to that environment, blood and tissue fluid will boil like boiling water, forming a large number of bubbles that block blood vessels and can cause death within minutes.
In the aviation industry, this is called "boiling of bodily fluids".
But those two were completely unharmed.
Is it because that protective layer is trapping the air?
However, the American pilots soon had no time to sigh.
Although they had protective suits, being at such a high altitude still made them feel uncomfortable. After trying and finding that the radar still could not detect the other side, they all turned around and began to return to base.
Anyway, they've done their best.
The opponent is simply too incredible.
On the other side, after flying to an altitude of 2.5 meters, Xu Yuan gently exhaled.
The psionic shield was under continuous pressure at this moment.
He could feel his energy being constantly depleted.
Open the bounty panel and accept the "Daye" quest.
This person is the mad scientist of the Claymore organization, and an absolute core figure.
Finding the organization based on his coordinates is the right approach.
"So beautiful..."
Theresa looked around at the scenery with amazement.
Xu Yuan looked around: "Indeed."
As altitude increases, the air becomes thinner, which reduces the scattering of sunlight.
Standing at an altitude of 2.5 meters, the surrounding sky is a deep black, almost like space.
It was a bottomless black.
Mysterious, unknown, vast and boundless...
Facing it is like facing an endless abyss.
Looking down, you can clearly see the curvature of the horizon.
I saw the ocean, mountains, land, and clouds.
See the blue planet below, which appears to be glowing due to sunlight scattering in the atmosphere.
Shin Kamiya, who was standing to the side, was almost crying with fright.
"Lord Xu Yuan! This place is terrifying!"
Both deep space phobia and acrophobia have emerged.
If he hadn't already died, Shinichi Kamiya would probably have fainted on the spot.
Xu Yuan remained silent.
What are you afraid of if you're already dead?
However... it is indeed too high here.
If he were to throw Theresa down now, she would surely die.
He simply wasn't interested in doing something so tasteless.
Xu Yuan took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
Standing at this height with his feet dangling in the air, looking at the darkness that resembled the deep space of the universe, even he felt a slight unease.
This is an instinct of fear etched into human genes when facing darkness and the unknown.
"Hey..." Theresa suddenly looked up at him, "Why aren't you hugging me this time?"
Xu Yuan suddenly looked down, his eyes filled with astonishment.
"It seems it wasn't my imagination," Theresa said.
Xu Yuan: "..."
Good grief, I've been scammed.
Xu Yuan shook his head and flew around casually.
After determining its position based on the cursor movement on the virtual map, it began flying towards the mission objective.
"Hey! Hug me!"
"..."
"Hold me!!!"
"..."
"It's so uncomfortable to be hanging like this!"
Xu Yuan sighed.
Shouldn't this person be quite aloof and cold?
It's the kind of person who has a smile on their face but a coldness in their eyes.
Oh, that doesn't seem right either.
Perhaps "closing one's heart" would be a more appropriate description.
But I'm not Claire!
Did she actually remember something just now?
Seeing that she kept complaining, Xu Yuan had no choice but to pull her up and give her a princess carry.
Theresa wrapped one arm around his neck and reached out with the other to lift his mask.
"Let me see what you look like?"
Xu Yuan was startled and didn't have time to stop him.
She pushed the mask up.
Theresa paused, then suddenly turned to look at Xu Yuan's side: "How come you look exactly like the soul entity next to you?"
Xu Yuan exclaimed in surprise, "You can see him?!"
Shinya Kamiya was shocked: "You can see me?!"
"What can't be seen?" Theresa asked, puzzled.
Xu Yuan and Shigaya Shin: "..."
Theresa stared at Xu Yuan and said, "I always felt you shouldn't look like this. Did you take over his body? Or are you disguising yourself as him?"
"I've disguised myself like this," Xu Yuan said casually. "Alright, I need to focus on getting on my way."
Shin Kamiya, standing to the side, was very excited.
Since becoming a soul, the only person he can communicate with is Lord Xu Yuan.
Now finally, other people can see him again!
"Miss Theresa, can you really see me?"
"Of course, I just saw you almost crying from fright, hahaha, that's hilarious."
"..."
Shin suddenly felt less excited.
Theresa clearly had no interest in talking to him.
She turned to look at Xu Yuan again: "Let me see what you really look like."
Xu Yuan said indifferently, "What's so interesting about it?"
"Let me confirm."
"Confirm what?"
"I don't know, it's something vague."
Shinichi looked at them, paused for a moment, and then suddenly smiled.
He always felt that Lord Xu Yuan was somewhat lonely.
There were no relatives, no friends, and not even anyone to talk to.
He's usually either practicing swordsmanship or meditating.
This Lord Xu Yuan is very powerful, but he also makes people a little uneasy.
A while ago, a little crow appeared.
But Little Crow won't initiate a conversation with Lord Xu Yuan.
But now, finally someone can talk to Lord Xu Yuan.
After flying for a while, Xu Yuan landed when he estimated that it was about time.
Then, they continued their journey towards the Claymore organization.
Halfway there, he suddenly said, "It's too late."
Theresa asked in confusion, "How did you know?"
"I have my own way of doing things," Xu Yuan said.
Several system notifications just popped up saying that the bounty mission has been completed.
He took a look and realized it was a greatsword.
I don't know if it's because he caused this incident, but he was actually given points as a reward.
However, not all of them, it's about 30%.
As they were talking, another mission was marked as completed; it was for a non-combatant member of the Claymore organization.
Judging from this situation, has an internal conflict broken out?
It's unknown how many will still be alive when he arrives.
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