Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Icarus

Jimmy had just had time to radio to say, "The wing is broken, and I'm going to crash." The Wyvern swayed, the left wing broke in the middle, and the severed part floated down like a leaf, while the right wing The roots twist violently.However, its propeller still worked, and as long as he had the strength to manage it, maybe five minutes. Is there any hope of reaching the surface?No, it was too far away, and even though he was a good swimmer, he would have been killed if he had been in the poisoned water for a few hours.His only hope is to be able to return to land, as for the next step, we will think about it later.If there is "later".

In the low-gravity zone he descends slowly. Even if the Flying Dragon was completely unpowered, it would more or less function as a parachute.Hub is no longer on the phone, and his friends can see what's going on with him.He also knew that no words could help him now.He was doing the most skillful flight of his life, and he thought to himself humorously that there were too few spectators here, and they were not likely to appreciate his delicate performance. He descended in a great spiral.As long as that pitch angle can be kept fairly flat, the chances of survival are still good.His pedaling still helped the buoyancy of the "Flying Dragon", although he was afraid that too much force would make the broken wing unable to bear it and be completely ruined.He still had to marvel at Lamarr's display every time he spun south.

The fountain of light flowing from the big horns to the smaller ones was still jetting, and began to turn, like the crown of six corrugated fires, spinning in the opposite direction to Rama's rotation, making a full circle every few seconds.Jimmy thought he was seeing a gigantic electric motor, and perhaps that wasn't so far from the truth. When he fell halfway in a spiral trajectory, the discharge effect stopped suddenly, the tense feeling on the skin had disappeared, and he could tell without looking, the hair was no longer standing on end.During the fighting of the last few minutes of his life, there were fewer distractions for him.

Now, he had to take a good look at the terrain he was about to fall into.It was a tessellated area, as intricate as a mad gardener's wildest imagination had laid it out.The chessboard is about a kilometer wide on each side, and it looks very flat, but he can't be sure if they are all solid, because the colors and textures are varied.He decided to choose a landing site at the last minute, if he had the chance. With only a few hundred meters left, he called thru-hub one last time. "I'm more or less in control - land in half a minute - call you then." It's optimistic and everyone knows it.But he refused to say anything else.He wanted his colleagues to know that he was still fighting in the fall and that he wasn't afraid.In fact, to his own surprise, he was not much frightened.He didn't consider himself a particularly brave man.It's almost as if he's watching a complete stranger struggle, or rather, he's more interested in studying how aerodynamics respond to various posture changes.The only thing that annoyed him was that the "Flying Dragon" could no longer perform at the Moon Olympics.

There are only 100 meters left, and now I have to use all my strength.At this time, the right wing also seemed to have completed the task, and finally the whole root was broken.The dragon turned over, and he tried his best to use his whole body weight to withstand Lama's rotation.When he was looking at the curved ground sixteen kilometers away, he fell straight. This is not fair, "Heaven" has no reason to be so hard!