Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The secondary flagship of the D-sector patrol fleet is now disabled.

The flagship of the patrol fleet in Area D has lost contact.

The No. 1 power supply system for the deep-sea submersible artillery array has been disabled.

Nickel yelled, "Someone go fix this piece of junk AI for me!"

No one answered him at that moment.

Most people don't understand mechanics, and the few who do find it even stranger.

“Judgment envoy, something’s not right.”

Nicole knew, of course, that something was wrong.

The deep-sea base-mounted gun array is more than 30 kilometers away from the port of the D-sector patrol fleet.

Even the fastest spaceship would take more than a second to pass by at full speed.

Paralyzing both places simultaneously in one second? You must be kidding me.

A punch that can sweep across 30 kilometers can still cause this level of damage.

Only a Star Domain Overlord can do this.

"Let's pull up the surveillance footage over there first," someone below said.

"As ordered."

The AI's voice rang out.

After a few swishes...

More than a dozen virtual screens of varying sizes lit up in the conference room.

The first thing that appeared before everyone was the chaotic central control room of the deep-sea base gun array.

Then...

"boom!"

Nickel's eyes widened.

He saw the control room explode.

Sparks flew and lightning flashed as all the machinery in the control room went berserk, leaving the staff on duty bewildered. Then, something even more terrifying happened.

The machines began to tremble, and as they trembled, they stood up like a hastily assembled mecha.

Boom!

The mecha shattered the glass curtain wall of the control room with a single punch.

Air in the control room was rapidly leaking out.

Facing the broken opening, Nicole saw an unfamiliar spaceship fly past the control room.

Pitch black... The deck was grotesque, like the body of a monster... The cannons directly in front looked like pincers...

It is dead.

It also looks alive.

Even though only two or three seconds had passed, it felt like an eternity had gone by.

Nicole was standing and staring at the demon ship.

Slowly, very slowly, Nicole shifted her gaze.

Nicol shouted as soon as the demon ship disappeared from his sight.

"Quick, switch to a view that shows the spaceship."

The AI ​​immediately complied.

It must be said that the angle was excellent this time, as it was filmed directly facing the Devil Ship.

Therefore, the people in the conference room could clearly see how the demon ship, with its extremely flamboyant demonic style, "rammed around recklessly."

It was truly a journey filled with sparks and lightning.

The first victim was the control room of the deep-sea base gun array.

Then there are the backup units.

Then comes the upper-level array.

That spaceship was like a monster spreading a virus, bringing calamity wherever it went.

If it were just this one spaceship, it wouldn't be so bad, but unfortunately, it's followed by an entire fleet.

"Oops."

Nickel's expression changed drastically.

"At this speed, how long will it take for that spaceship to reach headquarters?" Nickel asked.

"An hour and a half."

"???"

Just now, Nickel was saying he would hold out for ten days.

So they were able to call back in an hour and a half?

Are you kidding me?

"How's the attack by the underwater mercenary group going?"

"Nothing unusual has occurred yet."

"Let's leave that aside for now. Mechanics, where are you, mechanics? Get to work!"

The mechanics of Protoss were reluctantly dragged into the "battlefield".

There was nothing they could do; they had absolutely no idea what to expect.

An opponent who can easily accomplish this possesses unimaginable mechanical prowess.

The outcome was already decided before it even began.

And this has proven to be true.

If the communication artery hadn't been cut off in time, the headquarters' conference room would probably have been occupied by that mysterious person too.

"We can't just sit here and wait to die."

Nickel stood up.

This battle must be fought, but it cannot be fought over headquarters.

This is the culmination of Protoss's efforts; he cannot bear the responsibility if it is destroyed like this.

After discussing it, most of them embarked on the journey to the organization's demon ship.

At this moment, An Ran stood in the cockpit of the demon ship, like a magician controlling a network, constantly using skillful magic to punish the "monsters" she encountered along the way.

It was clearly a positional warfare tactic.

However, due to the lack of skilled mechanics in the Protoss Cult, the battle style suddenly changed, transforming into a space-based version of Raiden, charging forward relentlessly.

This upgrade speed is amazing!

You wouldn't understand the joy of clinging to someone's coattails.

[Attack over there, attack over there! That thing is big, it'll definitely give you a lot of experience.]

The players were incredibly excited as they charged into the dimensional fleet.

What they need to do now is simple: just follow behind An Ran and fire at the enemy weapons that have been disabled under An Ran's control.

One shot isn't enough to destroy it?

Let's do it again.

Players in the Time-Space faction experienced a surge in levels.

This is a once-in-a-year "Anran leads you guys" event in the game, so how can we not seize this opportunity to leave the players from other factions behind?

My wife is invincible.

This gigolo is really delicious!

Gentlemen, I love flying!

Player Ninja Sigma has been banned. Please abide by the faction channel chat rules.

I'm so excited! I feel like I've reached the pinnacle of my life.

This is the mindset of most players right now.

When they were still 40 minutes away from headquarters, Anran finally encountered Nicol, who had come to meet them.

The flagship was marked with a blood-red logo.

That serves as both a danger warning and a task prompt.

"The fleet has dispersed."

Anran issued the order.

The first round of shelling thus began.

During the Empire era, Anran's Chrono Fleet was considered rather small in scale, but in the Dust Territory, apart from the Night Overlord's fleet, it's hard to find a stronger fleet than the Chrono Fleet.

The reserve fleet brought by Nikol quickly fell into a disadvantageous position in the head-on bombardment without any strategy.

"After all, I'm the professional!"

An Ran was even happier to see people flying out of the spaceship.

"I won't give you any time to react."

That person came specifically for the demon ship she was on.

The level is 178.

"Go, Guardians!"