I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 492 - 306: Instant Submission, That’s the Attitude o

Fla and vapor.

They are two utterly different and naturally opposing elents.

The essence of fla is a visible phenonon in an exothermic reaction, involving chemical changes when a substance burns. It is the result of a rapid oxidation reaction between fuel and oxygen (or other oxidizing agents).

This reaction releases a great amount of energy, manifesting as light and heat.

anwhile, clouds are clusters of tiny water droplets or ice crystals.

When these two et, they usually display the spectacle of water and fire, which won’t mix.

But at that mont,

these two elents clearly defined, harmoniously coexisted on the face of the humanoid creature outside the aircraft.

While obscuring its face,

it also brought an extre sense of fantasy,

making everything seem as if in a dream.

Eagle Eye One’s pilot, Mike Bell, didn’t understand the principle behind the harmonious existence of these two elents, but he felt the surrealness this scene conveyed.

In the skies thousands of ters high, at the window of the supersonic Eagle Eye One Fighter, a person leaned close.

If this wasn’t a dream,

then Mike Bell really didn’t know what a dream could be.

His education since childhood told him,

it was impossible for a carbon-based life to keep up with the 2.3 Mach speed of the fighter jet on its own power, let alone cling leisurely to the window.

Indeed,

though Mike Bell couldn’t see the person’s face clearly, he could sohow feel that the face definitely wore a relaxed expression.

Considering the luminescent unidentified flying object that had half disappeared earlier,

even if Mike Bell was slow, he now realized that this humanoid in front of him was that unidentified flying object capable of ultrasonic speeds and sharp-angle turns.

But...

Does such a creature really exist in this world?

Mike Bell was sowhat bewildered.

Is this still the world I know?

Could it be that things like superhuman actually exist?

No! I shouldn’t use a question!

In reality, such a monster had already appeared before him.

At this mont, he felt not so much fear,

but rather a profound shock and confusion from deep within.

But before he could reflect further in that instant, the faint fear he felt surged exponentially.

Because the humanoid outside the aircraft made a move,

suddenly placing a hand on the cockpit glass.

In the next mont,

Mike didn’t know by what principle,

the glass shattered.

The cockpit, including the doors and windows, is usually made of high-strength aeronautical acrylic or reinforced polycarbonate.

These materials are not only highly transparent to ensure the pilot’s visibility, but also incredibly sturdy, able to withstand impacts likely experienced during high-speed flight—such as bird strikes—and resist extre temperature variations and ultraviolet radiation, ensuring structural integrity and optical clarity under harsh conditions.

Yet at that mont, it simply shattered.

Utterly crushed.

Faced with this sudden event, Mike Bell’s heart almost stopped.

With that humanoid’s gentle touch, that layer of reinforced glass designed to resist nearly all common threats during high-speed flight, shattered as fragilely as paper.

Cracks rapidly spread from the contact point, spidering across the entire cockpit cover.

Subsequently, the entire glass structure began to collapse,

shooting shards outward under great differential pressure, bursting forth like fireworks before being swept away by turbulent air.

Instantly, Mike felt an icy cold rush into the cockpit, the powerful airstream tugging at his helt, making it hard to breathe.

The noise was deafening, and every molecule of air seed to be trying to squeeze into this suddenly exposed space.

Instinctively, Mike gripped the control stick, trying to stabilize the fighter,

but he knew that without the protection of the cockpit cover, the jet could hardly maintain normal flight at such high speeds.

To be precise,

the aircraft itself could keep flying automatically for a while, but he couldn’t last long in these conditions.

He imdiately donned his oxygen mask and activated the ergency communication system to report to the base, "This is Eagle Eye One, encountered an unknown creature, cockpit cover damaged, request imdiate support!"

After doing all this,

he trembled and turned to his side.

Now, without the glass barrier, he was almost face-to-face with that mysterious figure.

In this mont, Mike felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness and helplessness,

an overwhelming fear continuously surged.

Being able to put on the oxygen mask and communicate with the headquarters was the most he could do under such terror.

If it hadn’t been for his extensive military training,

anyone else would have been trembling, paralyzed.

This silence didn’t last long.

The headquarters that had internal surveillance of Eagle Eye One Fighter soon transmitted a communication:

[Eagle Eye One, this is base.]

Currently,

on the other end of the comms channel wasn’t so small town in Europe that had deployed this fighter from a Lighthouse military base,

but it was now directly connected to Lighthouse Country itself.

Those officials from Lighthouse Country, who initially wanted to probe and see exactly what it was,

now discovered they were dealing with sothing extraordinary.

What the hell is this Superhuman thing?!

The previous encounter with a suspected Sea King in the ocean was manageable, but this ten tis the speed of sound creature was just too exaggerated!