Poverty makes me capable of anything.

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"..."

Chen Tong did not speak.

Anran sat there quietly.

Perhaps after about 20 seconds, An Ran discovered that the aura that had been locking onto her had disappeared.

"Hehe, hehehehe..."

An Ran's lips curled into a cruel smile.

Undersea Mercenary Group?

How could anyone compare to the King of Crimson Lotus?

An annihilation particle and a death space had appeared in her other hand.

It's a sure kill.

Then we'll show no mercy whatsoever.

Chapter 21 A Journey of Sparks and Lightning

"Completely crushing!"

At the Protos Cult headquarters, in front of the large screen in the monitoring room, the person who was just sleeping was now awakened by the shouts.

His mouth was wide open, and the mint he was holding slipped out along with his saliva.

Even though the table was covered in a mess, he didn't notice at all.

"Am I dreaming?"

The supervisor of surveillance slapped himself hard across the right cheek.

The crisp sound instantly cleared his head.

"It's not a dream!"

His head was practically glued to the screen.

The man, clad in heavy exoskeleton armor and resembling a water bucket, let out a beastly roar, his fist flashing red as it hurtled straight toward the screen.

"what!"

The supervisor yelled and fell backward to the ground.

boom!

He heard that sound, and then the big screen went black.

It wasn't that Warhammer smashed the monitor screen in the control room with a single punch; rather, he pulverized the monitors installed there.

"It's over."

"They destroyed two strongholds in just six minutes. These people must be monsters. Our Protoss Cult actually lost when it came to a contest of spirit."

The supervisor struggled to his feet.

He was too lazy to call the headquarters, so he dragged his fat body and squeezed out of the monitoring room.

As he passed the warehouse entrance, Faris called out to the head of surveillance.

"What happened?"

Faris asked, puzzled.

The monitoring supervisor muttered, "They've attacked. The combined forces of that damned pirate group and the underwater mercenary group have attacked."

Faris was taken aback: "So what if they attack? Why are you all so flustered?"

The monitoring supervisor slapped his thigh: "How can I not be anxious? Do you know how fierce those people are? Holy crap, in just 6 minutes, they broke through the two strongholds we set up in D7 district. None of our people escaped. It's unbelievable."

Faris opened his mouth.

Those people are just that strong.

He's been through it all; there's nothing unbelievable about it.

Ah, that makes sense.

If those people in Protoss's cult had believed what he said back then, he wouldn't have been directly exiled here to guard the warehouse.

"Alright, go and notify the others."

Faris waved his hand.

He wasn't actually that nervous.

After all, this is the headquarters of the Protoss religion.

Although those people were powerful, they couldn't possibly destroy the Protoss religion directly.

Even if the people within the church can't hold them off for a while, there's still High Pope Bridges. And even if the High Pope can't get back in time, there are people coming from the Lord of the Night to cover for them.

"It's nothing to be alarmed about; these people are just being arrogant for a while."

Faris shook his head.

He then became delighted.

This is great news!

Let those who remain in the church suffer a bit, then they'll realize how difficult things were back then, and maybe one of them will be transferred back.

"Great news!"

Faris clapped his hands in delight.

He was completely unaware that Bridges was unlikely to return anytime soon.

Hastings saw Faris's actions.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Great news, bro!"

Faris laughed and walked over, then began to share his thoughts with Hastings.

"Brother, if we do well this time, we can both get promoted."

"That's really good news."

Hastings chuckled along.

If things go well this time and he manages to break through the Protoss sect in one fell swoop, he will be able to escape this sea of suffering. Even if he doesn't achieve anything, he will still have put in the effort, and in that case, he might even get a promotion.

Hastings glanced at Faris furtively.

Brother, I hope you'll be able to smile then.

"..."

Most of the Protoss members who remained at headquarters were optimistic.

Because the higher-ups strictly blocked the news that Bridges was unable to return.

They dared not reveal this matter; Bridges was the core of Protoss, the faith, the true God.

If this true god cannot maintain order, then the Protoss religion will fall into chaos.

The ruling made Nickel and his group appear calm on the surface, but in reality they were in a panic.

"Activate the global defense system first, and prepare the reserve fleet to depart," Nicole loudly ordered.

There's a lot to do, and he doesn't need to rush for at least a day or two.

Perhaps things will change in the next day or two?

The defense system is now activated.

The reserve fleet is expected to set sail in ten minutes.

The patrol fleet in Sector D is ready.

The deep-sea base-mounted artillery array is ready.

Watching the notifications scroll across the screen.

Nickel felt much more at ease.

He said, "After I finish arranging things here, I'll go and oversee the attack direction of the underwater mercenary group. I'll leave the other side to you."

The others nodded in agreement.

Nicole is the strongest, and with him cooperating with Chen Tong, we can ensure that the other side is not lost.

"If we can hold out for about ten days, we can wait for the Pope to return."

Perhaps that's not enough.

But Nicole knew that at this moment, she should say something nice to boost morale.

He raised his hand, about to give a speech, when suddenly an AI notification sounded in the conference room.

The main ship of the D-sector patrol fleet is now disabled.

"..."

Nickel was stunned.

If he remembered correctly, only two minutes had passed since the last prompt.

Two minutes, damn it!

Just two minutes ago they said they were all set, and now they're paralyzed.