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The rocket, which was initially swaying, quickly stabilized under the powerful thruster and ascended at a speed almost perpendicular to the lunar surface. This forceful thrust method consumed a great deal of fuel.

In particular, the working fluid fuel of this electric arc engine had already been used up, and there is not much left.

"Hang in there!" Even with the weight reduction and the addition of booster rockets and a first-stage thruster, the fuel consumption of this thing was dropping exponentially with the increase in altitude and speed. Fortunately, the initial velocity provided by the tower-type thermal booster was probably sufficient, and the rocket flew over the Kármán line a little before the fuel entered the reserved red line.

The takeoff propulsion phase ends with the consumption of more propellant rather than higher exhaust velocity and temperature, followed by vacuum flight mode.

From space, the rocket's exhaust plume appears thin and faint, like a swaying pale blue veil.

This is a propulsion method that switches to a low-mass, high-speed exhaust mode, sacrificing energy in exchange for reduced propellant consumption; in professional terms, it's a variable specific impulse engine.

Meanwhile, Johnny was making his final preparations. There was only one way to make the spaceship crash into the moon: use the only movable attitude thruster on one side to rotate the wreckage about 70 degrees in place, so that the ground of the command module where he was located was tangent to the lunar surface at a certain angle, and then remotely activate the main thrusters for a burst of propulsion.

This would cause the already severely damaged keel to break, but it would also cause the almost detached thrusters to crash into the rear of the forward compartment, sending it hurtling towards the moon like a billiard ball.

Then the rest is left to the unknown fate, because there is no way to predict whether the angle is correct, whether the impact will provide enough thrust, or whether the process of falling to the moon will be smooth enough for one to survive.

"Have some courage, Johnny, Johnny, where's your courage..." His hand hesitated to press the button on the panel, and this brief navigation channel could disappear at any moment with changes in the relative orbit. "Ahhh!" At the last moment, the young sailor finally pressed the confirm button on the panel.

The true nuclear-explosion propulsion, unlike arc propulsion, began. The plasma beam, almost like a solar flare, was gravitationally confined and shattered the Originium fragments at the tail. More Originium meteorites began to move towards the ground under the influence of the spaceship's exhaust plume.

They collided with each other like a complex series of car crashes in space, and a huge meteorite in the lowest orbit seemed to have its orbit disturbed and began to continuously decrease its orbital altitude.

It is expected that in a few months, it will enter the impact trajectory and crash down in a spiral, but it is hard to say where it will hit Terra.

The broken and twisted keel and frame could no longer restrain the engine box, and the already severely damaged engine could not withstand such violent ignition activity. It only maintained the jet for less than three seconds before its restraints failed.

The exploding nuclear fireball instantly tore apart the reaction chamber and acceleration chamber, engulfing all parts of the rear compartment, while the ejected debris and large chunks of keel fragments pelted the rear end of the forward compartment like a torrential rain.

The wrecked communication tower and the broken cabin were instantly pulverized in the storm. Under the principle of conservation of momentum, some of the momentum was transferred to the relatively intact cabin, which began to fly towards the moon, slowly but definitely moving, while also spinning wildly.

"Given his current distance, position, and speed, it is estimated that it will take at least twenty days to enter lunar orbit. If my rocket also lands successfully and he manages to retrieve and deploy it, we will soon have a field exploration report on Terra Moon."

"You seem completely unconcerned about your people?" Kal'tsit asked curiously. "May I ask why?"

"On the one hand, it's because I'm used to it, and on the other hand, I know that worrying is useless. Dealing with problems calmly, professionally, and rationally is the foundation for survival in this situation," Lao Xia said, shrugging.

"Of course, there's also the most crucial quality: being timid. For someone who flies in space, being timid is a great advantage, because you have to understand that you're only separated from the real hell by such a thin layer of man-made shell. No matter how magnificent, heavy, or even as thick as a city wall it may be on the ground, compared to the vast hell you actually face and the disasters within it—it's just an eggshell."

"Well, even the crust of a planet itself isn't much stronger than an eggshell, let alone a spaceship—but if you've really made up your mind to take the plunge, then you'd better not hesitate, because orbits and windows are fleeting. Sometimes, it's just a few seconds of life, and if you miss it, you miss it forever."

Chapter 45 W Happy Rabbit

Chapter 45

"Beep—" The red-haired girl closed the lid of the small device in her hand, which Lateran used to locate his gun.

Although the detection range is short, the sensitivity and accuracy are good. In the past few days, she has been wandering around Lungmen, especially near the Guard Bureau facilities and the area below deck.

We explored all sorts of alleys and found quite a few signals for firearms, but they were all legally exported from Laterano, or more accurately, stripped-down versions of firearms that were allowed to be exported.

A considerable amount of small-scale smuggled goods were also discovered. Judging from their usage, they were probably stolen and looted items by the Sarkaz mercenaries. Since her mission was not to investigate the stolen goods, she did not disturb the locals too much.

"Could the intelligence be wrong?" These kinds of false alarms happen every now and then, and this time might be the same. Thinking this, he headed towards the hotel, deciding to spend the next few days showing his sister around.

Meanwhile, she thought her sister, who had been staying obediently in the hotel, had slipped out and was wandering the streets of the old town, a slice of apple pie in her mouth, her hands behind her head, looking carefree.

The shops on both sides were quite different from the rigid and uniform style of Laterano. The merchants in the old town inherited the casual style of the past, and Lao Xia did not stop those guys who did street art. Soon the walls were covered with graffiti of various colors, which was unique.

This is the corner connecting the old town and the city center, mainly consisting of various small bars and budget cafes. It wasn't their opening time yet, and most of the shops were deserted with hardly anyone around, which didn't pique her interest in going in.

"Hey! Girl." A comical voice rang out, and she turned her head to look. "That's... a penguin?"

An emperor penguin dressed in hip-hop style clothes and wearing a gold chain stretched out its flippers in a strange gesture. "Is it calling me?" The red-haired girl didn't know whether she should respond.

"Hey boss, don't just greet random people on the street..." A girl with dark blue hair and a youthful face slid out of an Originium vehicle, took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, and skillfully lit one up with her pinky finger.

"Alright, I've finished the work we agreed on. Now you should keep your promise."

“Ok-Ok—” the emperor penguin shook its head comically, “The information you requested will be delivered to your residence in a day.”

"Were you calling me just now?" The red-haired girl looked at the emperor penguin, puzzled. "Do we know each other?"

"I don't know you, but young lady, would you be interested in learning about hip-hop music? I think you'd be a great fit for that style—"

The emperor penguin wagged its right flipper, "I can definitely make you a rising star in the music world!"

"Forget it—" the girl with a cigarette in her mouth exhaled a smoke ring, "You'll be mistaken for a human trafficker if you do this."

"Hey, what is hip-hop style!?" As a cheerful and curious bear angel, the girl immediately became interested. In Laterano, where the religious atmosphere was strong, such unorthodox things were impossible.

"Tsk—" "This guy with the cigarette in his mouth, Rupert, is my new mechanic, codename Texas." Emperor Penguin pointed at him. "The idea of ​​starting a logistics company is cool, but it's too hasty."

"Ok?"

"Because I was just thinking about the feeling of 'Deadly Delivery,' the music, and the intense car chases, I forgot that I also needed a deliveryman and a mechanic." The Emperor Penguin shook its head.

"You like that movie too?!" The red-haired girl was overjoyed, not expecting to find someone who shared the same interest.

"No, I like its music, so I bought three vinyl records specifically."

"Wait, why buy three?"

"One copy for personal use, one for collection, and one for evangelism," Emperor Penguin declared without hesitation. "Three copies are the correct approach!"

"Huh? Is that a saying?"

“Of course, that’s a collector’s principle…” the Emperor Penguin proudly waved its flippers. “You can call me Boss or Emperor, it’s all the same.”

"Isn't the Emperor more powerful than the Boss?"

"Because I'm an emperor penguin, and I'm so strong, I should naturally be called the Emperor!" It seemed that this wasn't the first time the other party had encountered such a question about the name.

“I understand, my name is…” The red-haired girl hesitated for a moment, unable to reveal her real name.

So, she scanned the sluggish storefront of the logistics company, especially the walls plastered with posters of various bands, "My name is Exia..."

"That's a great name. It's ranked ninth on my favorite band list. Are you interested in playing music, young lady?"

Ignoring the fact that her sister was sweating profusely while searching for someone on the street, and had already mentally prepared eighteen different punishment plans for herself, Exusiai and the Emperor could be said to have a very pleasant conversation, until the Emperor invited her to his recording studio.

After a while, a fat penguin lay down at the door, stretching out its right flipper with all its might, struggling to crawl towards the sunlight outside the door. Finally, its flippers touched the sunlight outside the shop, and it drooped down weakly, crashing in front of a pair of shoes, looking completely exhausted.

"What happened here?" The red-haired girl stepped into the store. Texas was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, her eyes vacant, looking like a lifelike wax figure.

"Ah, sister!"

"What are you doing here?"

"That uncle thought I had musical talent and invited me to come and play!"

“Music…a talent.” The red-haired girl glanced silently at the Emperor, who had peacefully closed his eyes. “You must have worked very hard.”

"No, it's a lot of fun, not tiring at all!" Exusiai said that there are many musical instruments and complete equipment here, making it very interesting.

"No, I mean, it's too strenuous."

"Oh, right, sister, this is a record that Boss Da gave me—" Exusiai proudly presented a newly burned record, only to find her sister's expression instantly freeze. She carefully took the record and meticulously wrapped it up—

This is a type of sonic weapon, especially for those with sensitive hearing, a love of music, or obsessive-compulsive disorder; it could be lethal.

"Alright, let's go, back to the hotel."

"Dirk...Sass..."

"Uh..." De Gouzi shrugged, took a cigarette and left, leaving the Emperor lying on the floor, one side in the shadows and the other in the sunlight, like a murdered corpse.

Meanwhile, in Victoria, Therese had just finished an advisory meeting. He was in exile there as the regent of Kazdel, and had temporarily allied with the "Lions," gaining a detached status by providing them with some degree of military support.

However, both Theresis and others knew that he was merely a rag in the final moments of this war between dragons and lions, someone who could be used and then discarded.

Theresis had no intention of accepting this fate. What he wanted was the true monarchy of Kazdel, a "royal court" that truly belonged to him, not a so-called regent.

“Theresia…you’re too naive.” The dignified Sarkaz walked out of the palace, and in front of him, a woman wearing a Victorian-style cone hat that covered most of her face watched him quietly. She wore a long dress with ruffled shoulder straps in the standard Victorian lady style, making her look no different from any other girl on the streets of Victoria.

In this aristocratic district, her attire was utterly unremarkable. If one disregarded the trinkets hidden beneath her crinoline, she revealed no murderous intent or hostility. She simply resembled an ordinary girl leisurely sipping tea, stirring her coffee and watching the sugar dissolve, only occasionally glancing slightly in Therese's direction.

"What's this?" A fluffy pink rabbit doll sat on the carriage. "A gift from one of your... admirers, a very cute little girl." The Regent frowned slightly. "Go back and throw it away."

He then casually tossed the plush toy under the back seat, completely disregarding its supposed sentimental value. Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to throw it in the street; he still needed to maintain his public image.

"Click—" The girl sitting at the round table in the open-air café took out a pack of women's cigarettes from her small purse, then took out a silver-plated lighter, skillfully picked up the cigarette, flicked open the lighter cap with her thumb, and hesitated to press it down as if she was too delicate and weak.

This appearance naturally attracted the attention of the gentleman Victoria, who had been observing this beautiful young woman with "rich and profound inner qualities." "Miss, if you don't mind, please let me serve you."

"Thank you," the girl with a streak of red hair smiled sweetly, placing the silver lighter in the other's palm. Meanwhile, Theresis's convoy had already left the small square.

"Click!" The orchid-colored flame lit the cigarette. "Thank you, you're such a kind person. Consider this my...little gift—"

The girl placed her small hand on the other man's, winked at the unfamiliar gentleman, gave him a charming smile, and then walked across the street with her small purse, leaving a man, completely mesmerized, staring blankly at her retreating figure.

Besides the cigarette, a small piece of Originium from inside a pink bunny doll was also lit. "Stop the car!"

The unfamiliar Originium fluctuations instantly alerted the Regent. However, the assassin didn't give him much time to react.

The Originium ignited, the launch tube was triggered, and the high-temperature jet broke through the protective container, releasing the metallic hydrogen that required extremely harsh conditions. "Boom!"

All the glass on the street shattered, vehicles were instantly engulfed by the explosion, half a convoy was sent flying into the sky, and the deck of Victoria was torn apart. High-pressure liquid sprayed out from the broken fire pipes and sewer pipes, and the scene was filled with a certain... smell.

“One traitor has been dealt with, now it’s time for the next one.” W took off her complicated and cumbersome dress and changed into a simple maid dress, a traditional and proper Victorian maid outfit with a blue background and a white apron (the black and white color scheme in the anime is French and was originally designed for erotic purposes).

Victoria Mansion, the seat of the Kazdel government-in-exile, where Therese, as a member of the royal family, would be entertained and housed.

However, the noble courtiers of Kazdel who followed him into exile did not receive such good treatment; they were housed in a luxurious mansion in the noble district.

Meanwhile, the butler looked at the doll in the hall and asked, "Who put this rabbit doll in here?" A male servant beside him said somewhat fearfully, "This is a gift for His Highness Theresis. We dare not dispose of it casually."

"What's going on here..." The Sarkaz nobleman, who had just entered through the main gate, looked at the various little rabbit dolls in the hall. "What are all these?"

"These are gifts for His Highness Theresis..." The nobleman's expression froze for a moment, and he almost burst out laughing. His Highness Theresis was such a tall and serious man, and someone would give him such gifts? Ah, maybe it was some noble lady who was captivated by his handsome appearance.

With this in mind, neither the steward nor the noble dared to be too negligent. After all, it is hardest to bear the favor of a beautiful woman, and it would be better not to make any rash moves before His Highness tells them how to handle the situation.

If His Highness really wanted to try something romantic like this, then I'd be caught in the middle—

After all, Therese is a normal man, and a man with great power at that. It's only natural that he wants to have some fun occasionally.

"Click—" The largest rabbit suddenly made a crisp sound, its built-in mechanical skeleton making it stand up, raise its hands, and the recording device activated the hidden mechanism amidst a burst of maniacal laughter.

Thanks to Lao Xia's skills, these dolls did not exhibit any Originium fluctuations and successfully passed the mansion's security check. Moreover, their lightweight and advanced mechanical materials made them too light to arouse suspicion.

The largest white fluffy rabbit exploded amidst maniacal laughter, releasing a large number of steel needles and fragments. Then, other plush toys, including those that had been placed throughout the mansion, began to explode one after another. Not only toys, but also vases, chairs, and tables could explode.

W, dressed as a maid, stood in the courtyard, watching the entire building collapse precisely amidst a series of explosions. It was worth the months she had wasted working as a maid here, figuring out the entire mansion's structure, and then installing Old Xia's source stone-based bombs.

"The problem is solved. Next..." Next, she just needs to play the role of a bewildered maid who doesn't know why the mansion exploded and get away with it. She's even found a body to take the blame for. Soon, the Victoria police will find a badly burned body outside the city.