Poverty makes me capable of anything.

If it doesn't seem like the person in control, then it must be someone else.

By the way, what is the relationship between the CCQ pirate group and the Panda Cult and the Mechanicus?

“The CCQ Pirate Crew is a subordinate organization of the Panda Cult,” An Ran explained.

Edgar breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving a definite answer.

Just as he guessed!

He knew what attitude he needed to take.

“Well then, let’s get down to business,” Edgar said.

"I have no objection."

Anran nodded.

She turned to Ella and the panda and said, "I have some important business to attend to now. You two princesses can wander around on your own. I'll come find you when I'm done."

"Then go ahead."

The panda waved its hand dismissively.

She's already in character.

When Anran approached him, Panda readily agreed. Anran had been very busy lately and had hardly had time to play with him. It was a rare opportunity, so Panda didn't hesitate at all.

Ella's performance was much worse.

This is because it doesn't fit her usual way of interacting with An Ran, where An Ran is usually in a superior position.

So it was a bit difficult for Ella to speak to Anran in a tough tone.

However, Edgar did not notice anything unusual; he was still wondering who the Star Domain Ruler behind An Ran was.

Oh dear, we might just witness two star system rulers fighting each other.

After that, Anran and Edgar went into the conference room.

The content of the discussions was to take advantage of Bridges' absence to cooperate in striking at the power of the Protoss Cult. The objective was clear, and the topic of discussion was how to launch the attack.

We must deliver a devastating blow to the Protoss sect in one fell swoop.

As the discussion was nearing its end, An Ran flicked her right finger, and a photograph appeared in the air.

"Have you seen this before?" An Ran asked.

This is a photo of An Qianqian's father.

She had asked Hastings before, but Hastings was not very knowledgeable and did not recognize her.

Edgar glanced at it twice.

"If I remember correctly, this should be a member of the Giant Spirit Clan within the Exiled Empire, but I have never seen this person before."

Giant Spirit Clan?

Isn't this one that doesn't grow big anywhere?

Could it be that the size decreased after being mixed-race?

"The Giant Spirits were once a race that ruled over star fields, but unfortunately..."

Edgar shook his head.

correct!

He suddenly raised his head.

The Star Domain Ruler of the Giant Spirit Clan died in the clash between two top civilizations of the universe, and the Ruler of the Time Sea Star Domain participated in that battle.

The Giant Spirits are on the side of the Exiled Empire, while the Overlords on the side of the Eternal Star Path are...

That's right, it's you guys!

"Apocalypse" Barril and "Deep Space Nightmare" Yega.

Who is standing behind Enron?

It should be Barriel, that hot-tempered ruler, since Yega is not human.

Edgar reported the news to the leader of the underwater mercenary group, who immediately took it seriously.

Although he is quite capable, he hasn't managed to find a powerful backer, and this might be a perfect opportunity.

"We can make a slight concession, as long as it doesn't harm our core interests."

Edgar understood; he had worked with the commander countless times and could distinguish between these things.

Just as Anran was talking to Edgar, she suddenly received a message forwarded by the Guardian: the Protoss Cult's revenge was imminent.

"!"

"We can't waste any more time here," Anran told the truth, and the negotiations temporarily stopped. She then hurriedly left with Ella and the panda.

……

A few days ago, Faris managed to escape from the Hogs Galaxy.

He and Hastings raced all the way and finally made it to the headquarters of the Protoss.

The bad news had already reached them; Faris's survival simply provided a more detailed account of what happened.

His tearful appearance failed to garner sympathy, and he was eventually imprisoned.

Hastings thought he was doomed, but two days later Faris was released. Faris claimed that he was a staunch supporter of the Protoss doctrine, and although he had never joined the religion, he was the Protoss's best friend.

After being showered with praise, Hastings was released.

"How is this going?"

"It was an order personally issued by the Pope, probably to stabilize public sentiment. We are so lucky."

Faris took a swig of strong liquor and patted his chest with immense relief.

He heard that the Pope was furious, but there were also deeper considerations.

Our own people didn't do anything wrong, and they finally managed to escape only to be killed. If we really did that, the enemy would definitely be overjoyed.

Perhaps it was with this in mind that the Pope released him.

"Hey."

Faris sighed in frustration.

He felt he was probably going to become an outsider. There was nothing he could do about it; although he hadn't made any major mistakes, his incompetence was still evident.

"It's just that you've suffered, brother, and I almost got you killed."

Faris patted Hastings on the shoulder: "But don't worry, brother, I'll definitely make it up to you. You want to work for me, right?"

Hastings was taken aback. Did this mean he had infiltrated the Protoss cult?

That was a close call.

"By the way, I heard that the High Pope's revenge is about to begin. Although the High Pope can't come back himself right now, he has asked someone he knows to help him. It's a Star Slayer whom the Lord of the Night values. Maybe we'll hear news about him in a few days."

"!"

Hastings' eyelids twitched slightly.

This needs to be relayed back.

and many more!

Hastings was slightly taken aback.

He's already broken free of the CCQ pirate group, so there's no need for him to continue being an undercover agent for them.

Since they've already joined the Protoss cult, just sticking along like this wouldn't be a bad outcome.

However, Hastings indeed could not accept the Protoss.

After a fierce internal struggle, Hastings still passed the message to Anran.

However, due to a delay in the transmission of the message, by the time An Ran received the message, a thin figure had already appeared on the airway near the hyperspace base.

Is it around here?

The figure blended perfectly into the black background of deep space.

After lingering in the starry sky for a while, she flew off in a certain direction.

This flight brought them to the vicinity of the mining ship's shipping lane.

The pitch-black night swept over the entire shipping lane, stripping away all five senses, making it impossible to see anything, and plunging one into a pure black space.

Various negative emotions spread like a virus, eroding the body in the darkness.

"I felt like I had completely lost control of my body, as if my soul was being pulled out of my body."

“I tried to regain my five senses using my own abilities, but I suffered a backlash and now I’m afraid it will take me several months to recover.”

Li An, lying on the hospital bed, looked at An Ran with a worried expression and said...

Wilmer and Austin remained silent by the bedside.

They felt they were incredibly unlucky.

I was forced to hide on a deserted planet for over a year, and just when I was finally able to live a normal life, I was attacked by people from who-knows-where.

Ang Lee was critically injured and bedridden.

Jill was the most unlucky one.

"Jil has been captured."

Wilmer said sadly.

Although these three former adjutants were extremely unreliable, they had spent a long time together and had developed a deep bond.

Jill's abduction kept Wilmer so worried that he didn't sleep for two days.

"Are you sure Jill was taken away?" Anran asked.

Wilmer nodded.

“I’m sure Austin and Ang Lee saw it too, and other survivors probably saw it as well.”