As the spaceship gradually lowered to a height from where the positions of the Mechanical Race became visible.
Chen Mingâs heartbeat gradually stabilized. He took a deep breath, focusing all his attention on the task he was about to undertake.
Destroy the Mind Pulse Generator.
Chen Ming quickly adjusted the spaceshipâs posture so that the bottom armor of the heavily modified vessel faced downward.
Whether this will succeed now hinges on the next ten seconds.
The bullets reached the ground faster than the sound of guns and the roar of the spaceshipâs engines.
The splattering dust and fierce sparks immediately alerted the two combat Mechanical Constructs.
They raised their large electromagnetic weapons on their right arms, locking onto the spaceship that flew over their heads, just like last time.
The all-too-familiar dull thudding sound echoed.
The spaceshipâs armor panel that Chen Ming had been watching instantly reduced in durability by 1%.
However, this time, there were no words indicating that the armor was breached following the durability value.
And in the three-dimensional imaging of the spaceship, Chen Ming could see that the two bullets hadnât even penetrated half the thickness of the armor.
"Itâs over."
Chen Ming said to himself, stabilizing the spaceshipâs posture, reversing direction, hovering over the Mechanical Race.
The two machine guns had already discharged nearly a thousand rounds each since opening fire.
Even though the combat Mechanical Constructs only garnered a few scratches after the barrage of bullets, the Mind Pulse Generator behind them was already riddled with holes from the looks of it.
Maintenance Mechanical Constructs braved the bullet rain, attempting to retrieve metal materials from the equipmentâs internal storage space for repairs.
But destruction is always simpler than repair.
Chen Ming replenished the machine gunsâ bullets fully, unleashing another volley of two thousand rounds.
Even though Chen Ming controlled the spaceship at the machine gunâs maximum destructive range, a significant number of bullets missed the target due to precision issues.
But when faced with absolute numbers, precision doesnât matter at all.
Under the second round of crossfire, the protective layer outside the Mind Pulse Generator was completely obliterated.
The circuitry inside continually sparked under the baptism of bullets, and Chen Ming even saw open flames igniting inside the equipment.
There were two more dull thuds.
The third and fourth shots from the two combat Mechanical Constructs once again hit the bottom armor of the spaceship.
This time, these two bullets also failed to penetrate.
However, Chen Mingâs gaze suddenly sharpened.
Because on the spaceshipâs three-dimensional imaging, the landing points of those two bullets nearly coincided with the previous bullet hole.
Chen Ming immediately opted to repair the armor; the metallic liquid quickly expelled the four bullet heads, patching up the damages in the spaceshipâs armor, restoring it to its original state.
He hadnât anticipated that the Mechanical Race could have such exaggerated shooting precision.
Giving those two Mechanical Constructs another chance to hit the same spot with two bullets, his thickened armor might indeed have been punctured.
With the Mind Pulse device just a breath away from complete destruction, failing in the ditch now would be a joke.
Chen Ming was profoundly grateful that he didnât relax his vigilance just because the Mind Pulse Generator caught fire and kept an eye on the spaceshipâs status.
Otherwise, any unexpected situation could have caught him off guard with a head-on blow.
Chen Ming withdrew his gaze from the panel. Since he was prepared, there would be no chance for the Mechanical Race to try again.
Whenever any damage appeared on the spaceship, Chen Ming would immediately conduct a repair.
This kind of perforating damage didnât cost Chen Ming much spiritual power to fix.
Finally, under the relentless gunfire of the two machine guns.
The fire inside the Mind Pulse Generator completely got out of control, erupting in an explosion.
The entire generator shattered into pieces, utterly destroyed.
By this point, Chen Mingâs mission was complete, and he could completely turn around and leave.
Without the influence of the Mind Pulse, hunting wouldnât be a challenge anymore.
Hence, Chen Ming immediately altered the spaceshipâs flight trajectory, moving away from the two Mechanical Constructs still aiming at the spaceship to avoid further attacks.
But when the spaceship completely left their firing range, it came to a stop again.
Because Chen Ming wasnât planning on leaving just yet.
The destroyed Mind Pulse Generator and the few active Mechanical Constructs still attracted Chen Ming to take some actions.
Only the problem was, Chen Mingâs sole offensive weapon now, the 22mm machine gun, was entirely incapable of penetrating the Mechanical Raceâs armor, causing sufficient damage.
And the modifications available on the panel for the machine gun didnât seem to offer any viable change to this scenario either.
Resolving them seemed only possible through an immature method Chen Ming had thought of before.
Chen Ming opened the panel.
On the panel for the spaceship type, there was such a line.
[Ton-Class: 2000 tons]
This two-thousand-ton tonnage is a number used to roughly distinguish the shipâs tonnage.
Iron Ore No. is a frigate, and frigates can be further subdivided into 500-ton-class, 1000-ton-class, 2000-ton-class, and so on.
Therefore, the specific mass of Iron Ore No. would deviate somewhat from what is displayed on the panel.
If the numbers in the spaceship manual Chen Ming read before were correct.
Then under the standard Earth weight constant, Iron Ore No. should weigh 2209 tons.
The weight constant between Rimu Star and Earth would have some deviations, but wouldnât differ too much.
Dropping these 2200 tons straight down, Chen Ming didnât believe anything could withstand it.
The spaceship moved again, returning to where the Mechanical Constructs were earlier.
The three Mechanical Constructs didnât choose to track the departing spaceshipâs route but instead continued guarding the damaged Mind Pulse Generator as if it were their mission.
Seeing Chen Mingâs spaceship return, the two combat Mechanical Constructs raised their large electromagnetic weapons on their right arms, trying to counterattack just like before.
However, the firing intervals of their weapons became their most fatal issue now; a single bullet was absolutely incapable of puncturing the thickened armor.
The two different Mechanical Constructs also couldnât simultaneously hit the same spot from the same angle.
Failing to consecutively hit two shots meant the previous damage would be immediately repaired by Chen Ming.
As long as Chen Mingâs mind held out, the Mechanical Constructs could never penetrate the heavy armor in their life.
At this moment, Chen Ming, brimming with a bit of uncontrollable excitement, controlled the spaceship to continuously accelerate, crashing towards the ground from the sky as if falling.
He only activated the spaceshipâs buffer device at the utmost height.
The spaceship, still carrying terrifying gravitational acceleration, continued approaching the ground.
The Mechanical Constructs instantly realized something was wrong and immediately headed towards the nearest wooded area that could serve as cover.
However, they had just run dozens of meters before being completely overshadowed by the shadow of Chen Mingâs spaceship.
In the Mechanical Constructsâ futile struggle of firing their guns, a terrifying weight bore down upon them.