Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The carbonated beverage patted the red nova, which looked as if it had been sucked dry.

"Let's go with them. Let's avoid fighting if we can. If we get damaged by these ships, we probably won't have another chance like this," said Carbonated Drink.

I thought the trip would be this boring forever.

However, just as they were about to enter the territory of the Feathered Civilization, the players encountered a fleet of unknown origin.

"Fire!"

After receiving no reply, the fleet launched an attack without hesitation.

The clash of civilizations is often brutal.

Chapter 31 still suffers from cultural disadvantages.

The psychic energy was tightly bound together.

Moments after the order to fire was given, the fleet of the Feathered Civilization was completely enveloped.

The thick energy shield rippled and swayed like water being battered by a torrential downpour.

Once, twice, no matter how sturdy the shield was, it still began to loosen slightly after being hit repeatedly.

In that blink of an eye, the accelerated particle beam pierced through the gap.

A flash of colored light appeared, and the port side of a frigate was severed in half by the explosion.

The broken hull, scorched by the intense heat, transformed into tiny liquid spheres resembling marbles, floating in deep space.

The violent tremors from the explosion put everyone on board on high alert.

"Commander Derrick, if this continues, the spaceship will be sunk."

Derrick's expression darkened slightly.

The enemy suddenly appeared and, without saying a word, ran right into his face, seemingly determined not to leave until he was crushed to death.

If you continue to be submissive at this point, you'll probably end up in the afterlife discussing profound philosophies of life with those dead.

"Fight back!" Derrick shouted into the command channel. "Concentrate fire on the enemy's most heavily armed ship first."

Caliber equals justice, range equals truth.

When the temperature on the cannon barrel was no longer icy cold, the members of the Feathered Civilization felt that their faith had been rewarded by the gods.

The fear has vanished without a trace.

Warm weapons are still the best.

Naizi?

That thing can't be used to conquer the world, so what's the point of having it!

However, Derrick soon discovered that the caliber of his fleet's guns seemed to be inferior to that of the enemy.

Although the battle was temporarily balanced, they would eventually be defeated as time went on.

While cautiously sending a distress signal to his superiors, Derrick kept a wary eye on the fleet led by the player.

That fleet had been following them for a long time, and they wondered what its commander was thinking.

"Commander Derrick."

At that moment, a short man quietly walked up to Derrick's side.

After confirming that the others were not paying attention to the two of them, Derrick immediately used his mental power to send a telepathic message: "What is it?"

“We have to take action,” the short man said. “If this continues, we won’t be able to hold out until reinforcements arrive.”

Derrick's eyes flickered, and he nodded.

“Winston, I understand, but the actions of that fleet are really too strange.”

Winston said, "Perhaps it's simply because they're not strong enough that they haven't intervened in this war?"

Derrick shook his head again.

"Sir, I actually don't think that outsider was lying."

“Let me take another look,” Derrick said.

"..."

We're about to be finished!

As the fleet's adjutant, Winston also had the responsibility of protecting his subordinates.

and……

As a qualified and ambitious adjutant.

He always takes his full-time job as his goal!

A soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier.

At this point, Winston realized this was an opportunity.

If handled properly, he could both protect his subordinates and achieve remarkable military exploits.

Even if he can't replace Derrick, he can still get a decent job elsewhere.

"I understand."

Winston bowed and then turned and left.

Derrick was still struggling with his decision alone.

"Commander Derrick is good in every way, but he just lacks drive."

Winston thought.

You know, Derrick was a genius in the academy back then.

But more than two hundred years have passed, and even he, a junior, is almost catching up with Derrick in terms of strength, not to mention those geniuses who were once on par with Derrick.

The only commendable thing about Derrick is that he never made a fatal mistake while carrying out his mission.

He is doing well.

Because he doesn't make enemies, his family lives well.

Many of the geniuses of Derrick's time died young because of their recklessness.

"But sometimes, how can you win if you don't try? How can you get over that hurdle if you don't try?"

If necessary, we should still charge forward!

Winston left quietly.

He didn't even bring a small spaceship; he flew into space alone.

The enemy's offensive may seem fierce, but in reality it is nothing more than the howling of a vicious dog chained up.

Moreover, this vicious dog only looks like a vicious dog.

Maybe it's just a cowardly husky?

Winston successfully reached the flank of the battlefield, behind which was the fleet led by the player.

It was not discovered.

Or perhaps the other party doesn't care.

Winston smiled.

He didn't care what attitude the other party had towards him.

Winston raised his right hand.

His slightly rounded index finger was instantly enveloped in a dense black light, and as time passed, twisted S-shaped symbols floated all around Winston's body.

"Alert! High-energy reaction detected! Alert! High-energy reaction detected!"

Just as joy filled the fleet attacking the Feathered Civilization, the AI ​​of each ship simultaneously issued a red alert.

"what happened?"

The AI ​​replied, "The energy detected is not included in the database and is currently undergoing essential analysis."

"Show the location."

A huge red spot immediately appeared on the large screen in the command center.

Directly in front of the red spot of light, there are many bright spots of light, like stars in a summer night.

"Is it the Devil Ship of the Mechanicus?"

The commander's expression shifted between light and dark.

In fact, they had already noticed the fleet from the Mechanicus.

But since the other party did nothing, they didn't pay much attention.

They need to take direct action against the Mechanicus...

The commander shook his head.

The Eternal Star Path and the Exiled Empire are mortal enemies.

However, this does not mean that subordinate forces that ally with the two major civilizations should fight to the death over this antagonistic relationship.

Sequence warfare has not yet developed to that point.

"That might be someone from the Cult of Machines." A hint of apprehension flickered in the commander's eyes.

The Cult of Machines has a brain-dead woman named An Ran who dares to provoke even Heda in her quest for revenge, let alone them.

"Sir, even if he is from the Cult of the Machine God, he has already locked onto us."

The commander said, "Send him a warning. If he doesn't leave, open fire immediately!"

"Yes!"

The commander stood with his arms crossed, deep in thought, when the AI, which had just quieted down, suddenly became agitated again.

"Warning! The high-energy reaction has exceeded the energy shield's limit. Level 2 protection has been activated. Please immediately move away from the reactor! Warning..."