Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Latina looked very happy.

Her dislike for Bridges was genuine; she was happy when Bridges was unhappy.

After hanging up, An Ran immediately contacted Edgar, the vice-captain of the underwater mercenary group.

“It’s time to show our fangs again!” Anran said.

"What do you mean?"

“According to reliable intelligence, Bridges was seriously injured while carrying out a mission assigned by the Night Lord in the Silent Lands. He will not recover for a while, which is the best opportunity for our operation.”

Is there such a good thing?

Edgar became excited.

But he still kept a few things to himself.

This force, which appears to be under the control of the Star Domain Ruler Apocalypse Baril, doesn't seem to be any benevolent entity either. We must remain vigilant when dealing with them.

We must not let our carelessness lead to our downfall.

Edgar added, "Are you sure this information is reliable?"

"Of course!"

Anran knew what Edgar was worried about: "It doesn't matter if you don't come. With our own strength, we are enough to destroy the Protoss Church without Bridges."

Edgar immediately explained, "No, no, I have no doubt about your sincerity. I will go and tell the commander the good news right now."

"Then let's go quickly. If we delay too long and Bridges recovers, it will be troublesome to take action then."

"I see."

"emmm..."

An Ran flicked the call screen away. Although she seemed relaxed on the surface, she was actually a little uneasy.

Even without Bridges, the current strength of the Superdimensional Dimension still makes it quite difficult to deal with the Protoss Cult.

But if you can successfully strike up a conversation with this good comrade, the situation will be different.

"Alright, let's start preparing for the new task!"

The mission to strike against the Protoss cult—

The Death of Evil

This is a faction mission with a difficulty rating of S.

Besides the usual rewards for killing important characters and capturing strongholds, Anran is more interested in rare items.

Judgment II: Kill Nicol, the chief judge of the Protoss Cult. Reward: 80 billion free experience points, the item [Seal of Judgment], and the item [Mechanical Blueprint Advancement Card (Colored)].

The faith collapsed, the Protoss headquarters was leveled, and the reward was 30 billion free experience points, 1 random mechanical blueprint (colored), and the item "Secret of the Infinite Corridor".

These things can greatly enhance Anran's strength. As for other rewards, although they can also be used to build a transdimensional territory, the effect is not necessarily significant. Instead, the experience that usually seems unimportant is more tempting.

An Ran muttered to herself, "In short, I need to level up as quickly as possible. Only with a higher level can I obtain more blueprints."

……

The leader of the underwater mercenary group received a message from Edgar.

“I’ve received news that something big happened in the Silent Lands recently. Although I don’t know if Bridges was injured, it shouldn’t be wrong. That woman is Barriel’s subordinate, after all. She wouldn’t lie to us about something like this.”

Edgar said, "Then we'll..."

"Ready to march!" the regimental commander shouted. "As soon as they make their move, we'll follow immediately!"

This is a golden opportunity to destroy the Protoss religion and wash away the humiliation.

How could he just stand by and watch the opportunity slip away?

……

Two days before arriving in the Hogs Galaxy, Anran issued a raid mission to the players.

Taking this mission as an opportunity, it was officially declared that the Time-Space Cult and the Protoss Cult had become mortal enemies, and the game also released faction missions accordingly.

This is a very peculiar faction mission.

Because there wasn't a single player from the Protos faction on the other side.

In other words, if we ultimately win, all the rewards in the prize pool are ours.

Victory is certain! Victory is certain!

Before setting off, Juliana and Heloise gave impassioned speeches.

This is a completely different speaking style from Enron's use of incentives to lure people in.

Despite having participated in so many faction missions, the players' morale remained high even without any mobilization speeches.

"This is an opportunity," Warhammer said in the guild channel. "This time we have no competitors, only ourselves. As long as we perform well in this faction quest, we can quickly accumulate 500 regional reputation points, and then we can become the first guild to create a 'faction'! Everyone, although we may not become the number one guild in the game, as long as we take that title, our names will be etched in the history of this game!"

Most of you here are just ordinary people who are unknown in the real world.

Even if they can't leave their mark on history no matter how hard they try, it would be an honor to leave their name in such a popular game.

The guild channel became extremely lively.

Lyranos took a deep breath.

He looked up at the faint outline of the silver moon in the sky above the base, his heart filled with endless emotions.

Joining the transdimensional world was definitely the right decision.

Abandoning the main quest and following the time-space traveler to this remote map was the right decision.

In a while, Warhammer will be leaving the game to inherit the family business, and he will be the one to succeed as the guild leader.

"It's time to put in more effort."

Several hours later.

The assembled hyperspace fleet sailed into deep space.

In the recent fighting, most of the Protos Cult's strongholds were wiped out by the combined forces of the Time-Space and Undersea Mercenary Groups.

This time, as long as the flight path is safe, we can head straight for the headquarters of the Protoss Church.

"now you."

After reuniting with the fleet, Anran immediately contacted Hastings, who was still infiltrating the Protoss headquarters.

Although Faris and Hastings were released, they had committed offenses and should be punished. Faris was then assigned to manage the warehouse.

Hastings, whom Faris considers a good brother, also helps Faris manage the warehouse.

“A woman with a cold face came here a couple of days ago. I heard she reached an agreement with Bridges and took a lot of elemental crystals.”

Chen Tong!

The name immediately flashed through An Ran's mind.

She said, "Let's talk about other things, such as the mobilization of resources for the Protoss."

"There haven't been any significant changes in the movement of supplies recently."

"Tell me the location of the warehouse."

"Just then..."

"Humph!"

An Ran smiled slightly.

Aside from the headquarters of the Protoss Church and the Tribunal of Nicol, the most important things were these warehouses.

"We must get these things into our possession before the underwater mercenary group does."

The demon ship flew through the starry sky without encountering any obstacles along the way.

After arriving at the star system where the Protos Cult's headquarters was located, Anran first set up a temporary base that could serve as a respawn point for players. Then, the hyperspace fleet launched its first sweep of the Protos Cult's outer perimeter.

Just then, the main force of the underwater mercenary group arrived.

Most people are not very familiar with time travel.

But the underwater mercenary group is different.

The conflict between the underwater mercenary group and the Protoss Cult has lasted for decades.

When they arrive, even a fool knows what their purpose is.

"The Pope can't come back now, so we can only rely on ourselves to get through this crisis."

Having clearly recognized this, the Protossian Church's counterattack finally began.

The cutting-edge spaceships clashed with the counter-attacking space forces, and amidst the intense barrage of fire, the enthusiastic Warhammer Guild players charged to the front lines.

For reputation!

Their performance in the space war was only mediocre, but when the landing battle began, the Warhammer Guild players all seemed to be in a berserk state, rampaging through the crowd like unparalleled warriors.

What's going on with these people?

Piloting a warhammer clad in exoskeleton armor, he descended from the sky, shattering an enemy stronghold with a single stomp. Straightening his back, he shouted, "Liberate the land enslaved by the Protoss!"

The sound traveled very far.

This kind of warhammer looks pretty cringeworthy.

But his name gradually spread.

A strong man piloting a gleaming exoskeleton armor fearlessly spun and leaped across the territory of the Protoss Church. After the war, his name spread throughout the entire galaxy.

"here we go again."

On the way to the Protoss headquarters, Anran spotted that shadow again.

Chen Tong was hiding in the shadows, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.

An Ran looked at the seed she was holding in her hand.

The time was almost up, but she couldn't release the Crimson King here, or the others in the Protoss Cult might be scared away.

An Ran said, "Are you sure you want to target me? You should know that my strength is not as good as yours. As for the underwater mercenary group, if you don't go to help them, they might storm into the Protos Cult headquarters."