Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 877 877: The Plan to Counterattack2

Planetary-level individuals can indeed withstand the harsh conditions of the cosmos with their physical bodies for short periods, but relying solely on human strength has proved inadequate against humanity's pinnacle creations.

Perhaps not every nation or major power possesses the capability to deploy a Psychic Energy Canopy, but the fundantal principles of this system are understood well enough by virtually anyone with a college education.

Though the Psychic Energy Canopy is founded on spiritual energy, it also requires technological constructs as support nodes.

These support nodes operate like swift autonomous drones, concealed behind the canopy to sustain its functionality.

Each autonomous drone is controlled by a human brain computational center that has been extracted and integrated for this purpose.

Countless human brain computational centers govern an extensive network of drones, forming the interactive foundation of the Psychic Energy Canopy.

This makes the canopy inherently "alive."

If any region faces an attack, support nodes from other parts can imdiately converge upon it with lightning speed.

The structural integrity of every component of the canopy adapts dynamically based on the magnitude of attacks or impacts it faces, creating an almost impenetrable, self-restoring enclosure that resists large-scale force without delay.

Breaking through such a living system is akin to scaling the heavens in difficulty.

Moreover, because of the unique properties of the human brain computational centers, the system's computational capabilities and overall strength experience exponential growth as its component units reach specified thresholds.

This is the core reason why the larger the scale, the more invincible the system becos.

When a massive Psychic Energy Canopy enveloping an entire planet is fully ford, all known human thods to penetrate this barrier are rendered utterly ineffective.

Its sole vulnerability lies only in the period before its formation is complete.

However, at present… only the canopy enclosing the small Satellite City lacks the scale necessary for such invulnerability.

This provides a sliver of possibility for breaching it through brute force.

Thus, the theory holds!

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Whether under his identity within the Kang Sina Galaxy Third Empire or as a covert agent of the Star Alliance, the man moved unhindered through the city.

Yet when Catherine and the man arrived at Freeport's executive zone, they found chaos reigning here as well.

Leading the charge, the man grabbed the sleeve of a high-ranking Freeport official he recognized and demanded, "Where's your governor? Where is he?"

In such tumultuous circumstances, only soone wielding absolute authority could step forward to help them turn the tide!

"The governor is missing!" The apprehension was clear on the official's face, yet he managed to deliver this critical piece of information in a composed voice, "We started searching for the governor as soon as the upheaval began… but he's vanished."

"For sothing like this to happen in Freeport, there's no way he wouldn't know about it." Catherine's voice was cold as she cut in.

The Peak Alliance's actions were far too substantial to escape the notice of soone directly involved.

While Dagger Society acted as the visible muscle, even Freeport's governor had long been bought by the Peak Alliance.

No one had anticipated the Peak Alliance's willingness to expend such staggering resources for this operation.

Fortunately, Freeport wasn't a place where the governor held exclusive decision-making power; his interests didn't encompass those of all Freeport investors. Otherwise, their current predicant might have been even more dire.

"Who's calling the shots now? I need to et them!" The man's voice was stern, instilling a sense of steadiness in the flustered official before him.

"I have so degree of authority myself," the official replied. "What do you need?"

"Fighter jets and chas," the man declared, laying out the plan he and Catherine had devised, "We need as many fighter jets and chas as possible, launching simultaneous bombardnts from multiple directions to breach the Psychic Energy Canopy and lift the siege on Freeport. If their offensive weapons are fully deployed, we'll lose even the faintest glimr of hope."

The canopy's enclosure rely served the function of "containnt."

But to truly threaten and strike the contained area, offensive asures were indispensable.

The canopy currently was still incomplete. If its strike capabilities beca operational as well, then everyone trapped inside would face absolute doom.

"Fighter jets… and chas?" The Freeport official frowned deeply, troubled by the request. "We've got so jets, though their offensive power is limited. As for chas… we only have police-type single-soldier chas. Those machines can only operate within Freeport. They probably won't et your requirents."

"Fighter jets will do!" Catherine interrupted urgently, unwilling to let go of any opportunity. "Ti is running out—gather every available force imdiately!"

"Understood!" The official seed to find a semblance of clarity in the decisive tone, his previously panicked deanor visibly easing.

In monts of grave crisis, those inclined to resist acted with unyielding fervor.

Shortly afterward, the group received a grim update from the Freeport executive team, "Sir! The fighter jets… have all been destroyed."

The official who had given the orders turned pale as rage darkened his expression. He gritted his teeth and growled, "The governor!"

"That scumbag!" The Star Alliance agent seethed with fury.

"Can they be repaired?" Only Catherine thought to strategize a solution imdiately.

The executive personnel looked miserable as they t Catherine's gaze. "We're organizing engineers for repairs, but… efficiency doesn't look promising."

It seed that in his haste to flee, the governor hadn't had much ti to interfere, only damaging the most critical, most easily sabotaged propulsion systems of each jet.

Although there were so spare propulsion components in the warehouse, dismantling, rewiring, and installing them required significant ti.

"Repair everything with full force!" Catherine bit her lip as her mind raced.

Soon, she turned to the Freeport official before her, who stood anxious yet utterly lost. "Send your people to search every corner of the port for fighter jets and chas! If necessary, exert force."

In tis like these, soone must erge as the unshakable leader to galvanize every available resource—potentially saving Freeport from absolute destruction.

Facing this universal crisis, which threatened everyone equally, individuals could hardly ignore the consequences of inaction.

Most would likely cooperate.

"Understood, ma'am!" The official didn't have the luxury to question Catherine's legitimacy as a companion of the Star Alliance agent.

At such monts, any directive that suggested aningful action brought him fleeting reassurance.

In the life-and-death crisis, Freeport's operational personnel exhibited unprecedented efficiency.

Nurous ships already airborne or preparing for departure were immobilized at the port… After the disastrous fate of the first two vessels, the remaining ships dared not attempt any reckless ventures.

The "Black Pearl," carrying Bai E and Wild Wolf, returned to the port for standby.

The man who had previously stood proudly at the ship's door now fully complied with the Freeport executive's requests.

"Support! We must offer support! Every fighter jet on our ship is available free of charge to you, sirs!"

From the two ships, a total of twelve Falcon-class fighter jets were handed over.

The level of cooperation left the Freeport executives casting aningful glances at the man.

Freeport wasn't a military bastion—it was purely a haven of entertainnt.

Its regulations allowed each vessel reaching a specific threshold to carry an additional escort jet, with an upper limit of five jets.

Clearly, these two "Black Pearl" ships had violated the rule.

But now, no one cared about the breach.