Poverty makes me capable of anything.

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Derrick sat in the command center of the squadron flagship, calmly and methodically directing the ships under his command.

He was already being very careful.

However, after the war had been going on for some time, Derrick realized that he had underestimated the opposing fleet.

Both ships were hit on their weak points, but the opposing ship could often recover after shaking violently, while the Yuhua civilization's ship was like freshly made tofu; if hit hard enough, it would immediately shatter into pieces.

"How can the difference be so big?"

Derrick's expression darkened upon learning that the Believers' fleet had suffered relatively minor damage.

The inferior spaceships bought from the faithless can never compare to the genuine ones they pilot themselves.

Is this the fate of the weak?

Derrick took a deep breath and commanded, "Create distance!"

“But, Commander Derrick, our orders are to capture outsiders,” the adjutant exclaimed in surprise, as this was different from what had been discussed earlier.

“Don’t worry,” Derrick said. “I have my own plans.”

"What kind of plan could there be?"

The plan Derrick was referring to was one that he would personally oversee.

Rather than letting so many people lose their lives for no reason, or be held accountable by higher-ups for backing down, it would be better to sacrifice just him.

In fact, Derrick's strength is among the best, even on the entire battlefield.

However, in an interstellar war of this scale, even a Starkiller who has reached level 200 and is only "one step away" from becoming the master of a star field is at risk of perishing at any time.

Human strength has its limits.

Once the shield is broken, those who fail to dodge the millions, or even tens of millions, of cannon fire will be reduced to ashes in an instant.

Otherwise, there would be no need for fleets in wars between civilizations; they could simply send Starkillers or Starfield Overlords to bombard each other.

Fortunately, Derrick was very lucky.

Fortunately, by the time he reached the Mechanicus fleet, his health had only been reduced by one-eighth.

"That works!"

Derrick was overjoyed.

Once he gets close, the number of naval guns he faces simultaneously will be greatly reduced.

He could complete the mission if he could capture a few outsiders before being targeted by the enemy's top-tier Starkillers.

Thinking of this, Derrick felt a surge of energy, as if a continuous stream of power was flowing through his body.

May the gods protect you!

Derrick charged straight into the Mechanicus fleet.

The moment Derrick charged into the fleet, Anran spotted him.

At the same time, Cherny walked respectfully to Anran's side.

"Lord Lord."

"Go ahead."

“Star-killers from a Feathered Civilization have stormed into our fleet.”

An Ran nodded: "I already know."

Cherny asked, "What should we do now?"

"There's no rush yet."

Cherny's eyes flickered: "Are we just going to leave him like this?"

"It's okay, I'm keeping an eye on him."

Cherny understood, and he cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "Then I'll go down first."

"Thank you for your hard work." An Ran smiled at him.

Derrick.

Level 192.

For An Ran, sending out any upgraded guardian would be enough to crush him.

However, after discovering that he possessed the "Destiny Aura," a standard feature for important characters in the current version, Anran abandoned the idea.

Trigger a new side quest: "The Revival of the River of Time".

[Mission Description]: Assist Derrick in completing the resurrection of God.

[Task Reward]: 200 billion Free Experience Points, [Gene Evolution Map (Specified Race)] *1.

After accepting the mission, Anran sat quietly in front of the virtual screen and watched Derrick show off all by himself.

"My God, Commander Derrick is absolutely amazing!"

"Hahaha, the foreigners' warships are no match for Commander Derrick."

"I want to be as good as Commander Derrick!"

In the front-line command center of the Feathered Civilization, even the commander who was dissatisfied with Derrick nodded slightly after witnessing Derrick's heroic performance.

"Although his thinking is a bit rigid, his skills are truly commendable. Send two squads over to cover Derrick's retreat!"

After a series of attacks, Derrick finally managed to capture more than twenty players.

He looked at the large burns on his chest and couldn't help but smile.

"I admit there was an element of gambling involved, but this time I won!"

He doesn't have to die.

His men don't have to die.

Moreover, he made great contributions.

"Being cautious is good, but you can't be cautious all the time."

Derrick felt he had vaguely grasped something.

After destroying another spaceship, Derrick began his "escape".

At this moment, Tsykya, who had disappeared for a long time, reappeared in the cabin where Anran was.

She parted ways with An Ran shortly after arriving at the planetary graveyard.

They said they were going to investigate Sawyer's whereabouts.

"How's your investigation going?"

Ciqiya shrugged: "We can't take revenge for now, he's on the main battlefield."

"it's a pity."

"It's nothing," Ciqiya sneered. "I have plenty of time to play with him."

After sharing her thoughts, Tsykia said, "How could someone as petty as you just stand by and watch that person smash your spaceship without doing anything?"

An Ran replied with dissatisfaction, "What do you mean I'm such a stingy person? I'm just being thrifty. Managing so many people, how can I not try to save more money?"

"So why didn't you stop him?" Tsychia asked.

An Ran said mysteriously, "This person is very important."

"key?"

You'll find out then.

"Can't you say it now?"

"You don't understand it."

Ciqiya was furious: "Do you treat me like a child?"

"Pretty much, at least I think Ella and Panda are much more mature than you."

Ciqiya's face darkened.

She turned her head away and snorted coldly, "Fine, I won't say then."

“Look, Ella and the panda don’t do that.”

"They've been brainwashed by you."