I'm Going to Fly a Mahayana Fighter Plane and Eat My Immortal Missiles Against Mortals.

You are a fourth-generation fighter, he is a fifth-generation fighter, and I am a Mahayana fighter. Your radar detects hundreds of miles, and my consciousness covers the whole world. You call for a tanker in the air, and I take Biguk Pill to last for half a year. Your air-to-surface missile charges half a ton, and my immortal-to-mortal missile destroys a star with one ball. From the gunfire in the Gulf to the storm in the southern continent, from the blue planet to the vast Milky Way, I wave my wings freely, flying across the earth's surface, across time and space, and into the universe. I have witnessed the white flag of the rooster, the collision of civilizations, and the rise of great powers. The only thing that remains unchanged is my deep love for this blue sky. PS: If an enemy plane can fly over our house, I will switch to selling coconut (juice). This article has military + science fiction + immortality + mature women + time travel + alien invasion. The internal investment has been passed, so please feel free to invest.