"Ma, should we activate the Planetary Cannon?"
At this very moment, all the Walter officials still on the planet had left the spaceport and were floating in midair, staring blankly at the enormous hole in the atmosphere.
The golden atmosphere, already close to becoming solid, had been torn open, creating a supermassive hole with a diameter of 400 kilometers and a depth nearing 5,000 kilometers.
A large amount of stabilizer debris rained down from the sky. Besides that, there were also countless tiny black dots. Each tiny black dot was a second-order warrior.
Without waiting for orders, the planet's defense system had already begun operating on its own. Various anti-air weapons, energy-rocket clusters, and atmospheric weapons began plugging the hole.
But everyone knew that this was only a temporary measure. The countdown to the planet's fall had already begun.
"Third Brother, did he fail?"
Only a top-tier third-order powerhouse like Third Brother could forcibly tear apart the energy atmosphere, just as those space behemoths had done back then.
And only if he had failed could the enemy's powerhouse free himself, take advantage of them rescuing Eighth Brother, exploit that tiny crack in the atmospheric defense ring, and blast through the atmosphere at a speed beyond the monitoring system's detection.
"Ma, should we activate the Planetary Cannon?"
That Walter asked again.
"It's too late," said a Walter less than three feet tall, who looked like a green-skinned baby.
Indeed, it was already too late.
Many of the Walters knew this.
The Planetary Cannon, also known as the Equatorial Cannon, operated by using the densely packed "stellar-energy storage units" along the equator as its cannon ring, the front half of the planet as its barrel, and the rear half as its base. Of course, the reverse arrangement worked as well.
When attacking,