Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"what happened?"

Visa shouted anxiously, "Commander-in-Chief, the fleet has been attacked by monsters, and Grandmaster Hewlett, who went to meet them, has been seriously injured."

"I'll be right back!"

An Ran's expression changed: "Panda, let's go back quickly."

She didn't have time to count the mission rewards before quickly disappearing from the alternate dimension.

Chapter 26 The Sword of Instant Kill

10 month 12 day.

The silence that day was terrifying. Outside the transparent walls on both sides of the warship, the fearless demons relentlessly charged at it.

The thuds eventually turned into a tearing sound, a sound many people had never heard before in their lives.

It wasn't just a vague resemblance; it was a genuine mixture of sounds emanating from numerous bizarrely shaped monsters.

This is a move that is hard to understand.

The captain, dressed in a black uniform, stood on the command platform in the cockpit, his thick eyebrows looking as if they had been drawn with a crayon, his hands clasped together, his fingers fidgeting nervously.

His mouth was closed, and the corners of his lips were pulled in from the force, as if something strange would crawl into his throat along with the noisy sound if he opened his mouth.

This posture made the already oppressive atmosphere in the cockpit even more so.

Only the mechanical equipment on the spacecraft was still working as usual.

Calm, or rather, deathly still.

A quick glance reveals living people, yet they all seem like soulless corpses.

Only during the brief intervals between the demonic attacks, when a wisp of cloud peeks out from the thick blackness, does this "turbulent ocean" have a chance to breathe.

But such opportunities are far too few.

"What exactly are they doing?"

As the captain spoke, the baton, about the thickness of a chopstick, in his hand swayed uncontrollably.

This ship's hull is made of super alloy; no matter how much these demons, whose strength is not at the master level, ram it, they cannot possibly create cracks.

This senseless act of mass suicide is extremely bizarre.

Therefore, no one felt smug about the enemy's miserable state. They stood there, sensing that the air around them was getting colder and colder, not only to their trembling bodies, but also to their knotted souls.

The cockpit had been transformed into a giant freezer.

No one answered the captain's question.

In this chilly autumn, it feels as if the slightest movement would waste all the warmth you've painstakingly built up.

"Drip drip..."

Until the communication request light came on.

The captain walked stiffly to the control panel like a broken puppet and gently pressed a button with his right hand.

"This is Ryan."

"Unified order: withdraw to Zone B of the central line."

"Received!" the captain replied.

"Unified name today, mouth handle earth #@$@"

As they were talking, the sound from the other end became muffled.

The crackling sound of the mix was somewhat like the Imperials' mocking tone towards the Republics, which had become a meme online. Sure enough, the people in the cockpit burst into laughter.

This time, however, their laughter came not only from their awkward accents, but also from a certain "obvious" fact.

"I understand!"

Some people were grabbing their hair and shaking their heads from time to time, their smiles spreading from the corners of their mouths to their eyes like the sunrise.

"These demons keep attacking the spaceship to block our communication signals. They have no other way but to pile up their own corpses to interfere with the signals!"

Now that you think about it, it actually makes sense.

The captain clapped his hands: "That must be it! Now that we know their purpose, we have nothing to worry about."

Yes, what's there to worry about?

"Fortunately, the contact came in time."

The captain was very fortunate that he received the complete instructions before the signal malfunctioned.

"Yes, if we had been any later, we might have been surrounded."

"It's just..."

As the clouds parted and the sun shone through, the people in the cockpit breathed a sigh of relief. Some looked up, some looked down, some were talking quietly, and some were patting their chests.

They are all expressing their hidden emotions in their own way.

"I thought everyone was having a breath-holding contest just now, haha."

The captain looked up and saw these energetic young people, and he felt that his mental age had been inspired to become more than ten years younger.

It's nice to be alive.

"Let's change the flight path."

The destination is Zone B on the central line.

The Empire's expeditionary fleet was roughly divided into three lines: left, center, and right. From front to back, the garrison areas were further divided, with line B already approaching the central command ship.

The warship, in a graceful tail-spin, shattered dozens of demons. The massive cruiser then turned away from the most famous starfish cloud in the Sky Mirror and plunged into the thick white mist, the shattered bodies of the demons casting a gray shadow over the deep space.

When the flagship's enormous emblem came into view, the captain raised his hand.

"here it is……"

Boom!

A shockwave erupted from the cruiser's outer deck, instantly engulfing the entire ship.

In the end, no sound was left; everything became a source of terror.

The explosion wasn't just limited to the spaceship; it also affected the current situation.

"..."

An Ran, who had just arrived nearby, stared in astonishment at the scene before her.

In her eyes, the cruiser looked as if it had been rammed and blown up by those demons, but she knew that was impossible.

This superficial and simplistic reasoning is the least likely explanation; otherwise, the fleet sent by the Empire would have been sent to dust by the demons long ago.

"There was no sign of any teleportation attack, and there was no spatial fluctuation just now, but that cruiser just exploded like that."

Anran couldn't understand.

She turned to look at the panda, only to be met with a serious shake of its head.

Do not understand.

It's the same for me.

The cruiser's explosion made the already dire situation even more complicated.

The plan to assemble the warships was thus terminated, and everyone was terrified, fearing they would be innocently dragged into it.

If the damage had been caused by the ancient gods who are causing trouble everywhere, it wouldn't have had such a big impact. It's precisely because people don't understand the reason that they are panicking.

"puff--"

One of the grandmasters from the noble camp transformed into a streak of light and, under the attack of the wolf-headed ancient god, actually somersaulted hundreds of kilometers.

Before he could even regain his balance, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his chest caved in, and his internal organs were shattered.

Fortunately, the master's recovery ability was strong enough, and he returned to normal after a few breaths.

"That's incredible!"

He clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly.

Just now, a Demon Lord stormed into the battlefield, and several Grandmasters from the Empire went to meet him. They thought they could easily resolve the trouble this time, but unexpectedly, the long-lost Ancient God emerged from the spatial gate.

The golden serpent's eyes revealed a chilling killing intent, and its head, like that of a hungry wolf, was filled with the bloody scent of a predator. The four pairs of narrow, sharp horns on its head each represented a different kind of power.

hula-

With a single flap of its enormous wings, tens of meters long, it swept away a spaceship in front of it.

Some monsters may look huge, but they are actually quite vulnerable.

But some monsters, though they look big, are actually worth dozens of others!

The rampaging ancient god Sulaiman is like a high school student who has wandered into kindergarten. Not only can he dodge left and right, but when he gets excited, he can also dunk on the head of an imperial grandmaster.

Hewlett's strength was already above average, but in those ten seconds when he faced Suleien alone—

"I feel like I've encountered a mountain that I can't move."

Each time the spiked arm falls, it is accompanied by a random special force: shattering, delayed explosion, active absorption, excessive growth...

As Hewlett fought, he discovered that his right hand had become a giant arm, while his left hand had shrunk to the size of a chicken wing.

boom!

The thorns on the Ancient God's Wings pierced through the shield Hewlett had constructed with his domain, leaving more than twenty holes in Hewlett's chest.

It was at this moment that the Grandmaster who had come to provide support arrived and dragged the critically injured Hewlett back.

"His body hasn't fully recovered yet; we can only wait for him to wake up and start recuperating gradually," the doctor accompanying the army told An Ran.

The virtual screen on the right is divided in half. Hewlett's left hand cells look like dehydrated and dried-out grids, while the cells in his right arm are all bulging menacingly, making one worry that they might explode at any moment.

"It's a special power that can control other people's lives, no wonder it's so ridiculously strong."

An Ran looked at her hands.