"1269 has been up there for 5 minutes, why hasn't anything happened yet?"
"It's only been five minutes, wait a little."
"I hope everything goes well..."
Standing before the wormhole, Emperor Might, Vulcan, and the group of other big shots looked at the alien spacecraft above their heads as they waited nervously.
At that moment, no one was in the mood to chat. After all, this was related to the survival of humanity. If 1269 was successful, the situation would be under control.
If it failed, the situation would move in an uncontrollable direction.
While everyone was silent, the camp commandant went to speak with Ling Jiu.
"Ling Jiu, after this is over, please open up a wormhole between Europa and Mars, so we can send the waters of Europa to Mars directly."
Hearing this, the crowd's attention was drawn as they looked at Ling Jiu.
"Yes, Ma'am!" Ling Jiu nodded.