After listening to Fang Chang's almost downright reckless idea, Luo Yu felt that this guy had probably gone crazy from playing too many games.
But on second thought, he felt that the guy seemed to have a point.
This was a game to begin with!
Analyzing it rationally, if conventional weapons could have taken that thing out, the Human Alliance would have done it long before the postwar reconstruction committee. They would never have waited for them, two hundred years later, to clean up this mess.
No matter what, they had no better option now.
They could only give it a try!
Thinking of the Titan he had seen in the air, corrupted by slime mold, Luo Yu took a deep breath, reassured the uneasy Little Feather, and looked seriously at Fang Chang.
"How do I get in?"
That enormous mouth had been continuously vomiting dirt outward. The mud and construction debris it had sucked up from underground were practically piled into a small mountain.
Ye Shi's electricity could probably keep it pleased for a while longer, but once it stopped vomiting, it would definitely pull its mouth back underground.
The brood nest had already been fooled once. They couldn't expect it to bite the bait again.
A smile curled across Fang Chang's lips as he looked toward the Lingyun fighter jet in the distance, now sliced down to little more than a fuselage.
Though he had often mocked Mosquito's wild imagination, he had to admit that guy had never cut corners on materials.
Take this stainless-steel fighter jet, for example.
Its wings had all snapped off, but the main structure was somehow still completely intact.
"Ride that thing in."
"Ride that thing?!" Luo Yu froze, utterly confused. "How the hell am I supposed to get in with that?"
Landing