144: Chapter 144 Think firing cannons is too expensive? Transform into a berserk behemoth and unleash a physical collision!

In the sky, Smith watched as the crimson hunter fighter jet slowly retracted its Vulcan cannon barrels and closed the side gun bay doors, showing no sign of a counterattack.

This North American hegemon immediately conjured up a "logical" explanation in his mind.

"Hahahaha!" Smith laughed arrogantly over the channel, his previous fear swept away. "I knew weapons of this caliber couldn't fire indefinitely! Their energy is depleted! Yellow monkeys are just yellow monkeys—all bluff!"

He waved his hand sharply to issue an order: "All forces, tighten the encirclement! They're out of ammunition! Get close and board them! I want them alive, especially those women!"

Thousands of North American fighters, like a pack of wolves smelling blood, quickly shifted formation and closed in on the eerie red fighter at full speed.

Looking at the dense cluster of red dots approaching on the holographic radar, Yu Feng issued the kill order without a hint of emotion.

Yu Feng crossed his arms. "Thunder Engine, three hundred percent limit overload! Deploy the ultra-red nano-crystal steel spiked ram at the nose and activate all wing energy blades. Turn off the fire control radar; we're going to crush them directly."

"Understood!" Shen Tiantian's hands moved so fast on the keyboard they left afterimages.

Boom!

The four high-altitude magnetic levitation propulsion units at the rear of the crimson hunter fighter jet suddenly erupted with blindingly bright blue exhaust flames.

The powerful thrust blasted a visible sonic boom cloud into the air. The resulting shockwave tossed the surrounding clouds aside.

The 180-ton behemoth instantly transformed into a raging steel beast breaking its chains, charging toward the North American fleet with devastating kinetic energy.

At the nose, a row of ultra-red nano-crystal steel spiked rams extended, glinting with a cold light. Along the edges of the broad wings, high-frequency energy fields vibrated violently, forming two lethal light blades over ten meters long.

The dozens of North American Level 6 fighters in the lead didn't even have time to react.

In their understanding, what pilot would dare to commit to such a suicidal mid-air collision? How was this any different from suicide?

But by the time they tried to pull up to evade, it was already too late.

Creeeeak—Boom!

The ear-piercing sound of tearing metal echoed through the clouds.

The eerie red fighter had no intention of slowing down or swerving. With 180 tons of absolute mass paired with 5,000 points of physical defense, it smashed the oncoming heavy aircraft directly into a cloud of scrap parts.

The indestructible spiked rams pierced through the enemy's crystal steel armor like a hot knife through butter. The energy blades on the wings swept past, slicing two fighters attempting to flank them clean in half.

There were no flashy energy exchanges or complex tactical maneuvers.

This was the purest, most extreme form of violent aesthetics.

The crimson hunter fighter jet rampaged through the dense enemy fleet. Every change in direction and every burst of acceleration was accompanied by the mid-air disintegration of enemy planes.

Debris, burning parts, seats, and foreign players who didn't have time to eject fell from the sky like rain.

In just a few short minutes, a spectacular "scrap metal rain" began to fall from the heavens.

Over a thousand expensive foreign fighters were smashed to pieces by this dark red mobile fortress. The originally airtight North American encirclement was torn to shreds, left in complete disarray.

Inside the cabin.

Xia Qinglan, Lin Xiaoxiao, and Vice President Bai Yating—the three girls dressed in black and white maid outfits—crowded in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, completely stunned.

This kind of pure, barbaric ramming had a visual impact a hundred times greater than the previous shelling.

The planes outside were being smashed to bits like paper, yet the cabin floor they stood on didn't even vibrate. The absolute stabilization system perfectly neutralized all physical feedback.

Lin Xiaoxiao covered her mouth, her chest heaving violently and her mind a total blank. Xia Qinglan clenched her hands, her cheeks flushed with the excitement that comes from witnessing extreme violence.

Vice President Bai Yating’s legs went weak, and she slumped onto the leather sofa. She looked at the man standing before the main console, who hadn't even bothered to raise his voice to give commands, and the last of her internal defenses completely collapsed.

In the face of such absolute power, any resistance was a joke. Only complete submission could allow one to enjoy the sense of security brought by this dimensional suppression.

The Dragon Kingdom players on the periphery had gone completely wild.

"Holy shit! Is this even flying?" Zhang Ji howled in the channel. "This is freaking bumper cars in the sky! That was so satisfying to watch!"

Fu Su was so excited he pounded the console. "Only our Alliance Leader could do this! Weren't those North American hegemons acting all high and mighty just now? They aren't even worthy of our Alliance Leader wasting bullets on them! They're only fit to be stepping stones!"

Li Tianbao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling lucky that he had surrendered so quickly back then. Otherwise, the Tianxia Alliance would have long since become flying debris like this.

In the center of the battlefield, Smith's psychological defenses had completely crumbled.

He watched with his own eyes as the invincible fleet he had painstakingly built was smashed plane by plane like flies being swatted. The armor he took such pride in was no thicker than paper before that red fighter.

A strong, foul stench emanated from Smith's crotch; he had literally wet himself in terror.

"Retreat! Retreat now!" Smith scrambled toward the pilot's seat, shoved the pilot aside, and grabbed the controls himself.

The massive Level 7 peak flagship, the freedom eagle, swung its nose around and ignited its engines, abandoning the subordinates still struggling below to flee frantically away from the ruins.

"Trying to run after acting so tough?"

Yu Feng stood by the window, his voice turning cold as he watched the silver-white battleship fleeing in panic.

"You really think the Wasteland is your backyard?" Yu Feng curled his lip. "Tiantian, after them. Cleave it for me."

"You got it!" Shen Tiantian slammed the throttle to full power.

The crimson hunter fighter jet turned into a streak of blood-red lightning, its engine roar drowning out all the explosions on the battlefield.

With absolute superiority in speed, there was no way for the freedom eagle to escape.

Seconds later, the eerie red fighter passed directly over the freedom eagle at extreme supersonic speeds.

The energy wing blades on the right side of the fighter erupted with brilliant white light. The energy-cutting property, which ignored all armor protection, instantly took effect.

There was no resistance.

Only a muffled 'shink' was heard.

This Level 7 peak flagship, representing the highest combat power of the North American Region with its luxurious livery, was sliced cleanly in two from nose to tail!

The cut was as smooth as a mirror; even the cross-sections of the circuit boards were clearly visible.

A moment later, the freedom eagle lost balance and exploded violently in mid-air. A massive fireball consumed everything.

The once-arrogant Commander Smith didn't even have time to scream for mercy before he perished in the flames along with his dreams of hegemony.