Silver Meteor

"We only have four or five minutes—uh, fifteen minutes now."

Lu PingAn stepped into the Courtyard. He needed "time acceleration" to gain more preparation time, and some things could only be done inside the Courtyard.

Once that thing in the sky came down, they were doomed.

And if it accelerated to a certain extent, the heat generated would bring even more kinetic energy, which would generate even more heat. At that point, even Lu PingAn would not be able to stop it.

Just imagining that terrifying kinetic energy, even genuine Rule-level combat professions would probably be vaporized instantly.

"We'd better stop it while it's still ascending."

Theoretically, it needed to reach its highest point before falling completely, and its speed should not be high at the apex.

The problem was that it was currently shooting straight toward the atmosphere. Could anyone catch up to it?

If someone could catch up, that individual could probably break through the atmosphere with their bare body. No matter how he looked at it, that was absurd.

"It can be done. The Aus used the 'second-level pollution source' here to build spacecraft. We can do the same. But time is limited. From now on, I give the orders. You execute them."

Theoretically, if they completed all preparations within four or five minutes—fifteen minutes in Courtyard time—and then pursued it at twice the speed, they could intercept it at high altitude.

Lu PingAn gathered everyone and began assigning tasks immediately.

To accomplish this, they had to overcome certain hardware shortcomings. Fortunately, this had been part of Lu PingAn's "combat power system blueprint" from the start; they were merely turning it into reality ahead of schedule.

"Ajiu. I'm sorry."

Lu PingAn stroked the little snake, feeling somewhat apologetic. Yet the tiny creature licked his hand with its