Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Anran was contentedly taking stock of her gains.

With Nia watching over her, she didn't need to worry that the awakened soul would take over An Qianqian's body.

That soul didn't intend to do that either. He sighed and said to An Qianqian:

"I am already very weak. I can no longer ask for more than to see my descendants as I am about to pass away."

Through his explanation, An Qianqian finally understood why she was experiencing a tingling sensation in her head.

“Your father implanted the core of power I left behind into your body, so your body resonates with my soul. Now I will teach you how to control this power.”

The blurry figure flashed through An Qianqian's mind; it turned out that he had already saved all the good things for her.

No wonder her strength increases much faster than others, even though they eat the same things.

Because there has always been someone silently protecting her.

This long process is called career succession.

When that soul completely dissipated, An Qianqian stared at the empty room, feeling lost and dejected.

Her profession has been successfully transformed into a special profession: [Aura Manipulator].

Unlike ordinary members of the Giant Spirit Clan who suppress their enemies with strength, Flame Manipulators fight by controlling a massive amount of flames within their bodies to form Flame Giants.

Speed ​​and destructive power have been greatly improved; the only drawback is that the battery capacity is slightly small.

However, thanks to the addition of a "fast charging system," as long as someone is in front of it, it can quickly regain its fighting strength.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself." An Ran patted An Qianqian's shoulder and comforted her, "Even if you want to be a lazy bum, I'll support you."

An Qianqian puffed out her cheeks: "I'm a Star Killer after all, there's no way I'll starve to death."

"Keep it up!"

An Ran winked at An Qianqian.

At this point, she herself needed to muster her energy.

She's just over 600 billion more experience points away from reaching level 213, at which point she'll be able to successfully analyze the Transcendent Divine Machine.

What she needed to do was defeat Patrick, who was bravely charging towards her, in this encounter.

This "small-scale" war will determine the future direction of the Hawkeye Sector.

Are you alright?

Heda said to Anran.

She had fought Patrick before and knew he was no easy opponent, estimating he was roughly on par with the Lord of the Night.

An Ran's strength has increased considerably, but the previous battles have also proven that An Ran is no match for the Lord of the Night.

An Ran replied, "No problem. Even if I can't beat him, I can call for help."

Ella and the panda were right beside her; if all else failed, she could simply summon her true form.

"If you die because you're being reckless, don't blame me for not warning you before you die."

"So verbose!"

"Ha, they don't appreciate kindness."

Heda snorted coldly and ignored An Ran.

Including the helpers sent by the New World Starfield, the Pantheon now has a total of three rulers.

She, Virginia, and Anran each have a perfect opponent.

"Take care of the target as soon as possible, lest that idiot actually gets beaten to death."

Having made up her mind, Heda immediately activated the strongest mode.

Like a phoenix with a long, fiery tail, Heda charged straight into the enemy ranks.

Chapter 04: If mages can build tank items, why can't mechanics?

The artistic expression of interstellar warfare is—

Explosions, explosions, endless explosions!

Patrick's advance was a dazzling display of skill and determination.

Nothing could stop him from moving forward.

Although he was a mage, he displayed a physical strength far exceeding that of a warrior.

In a head-on clash with the real men on the foredeck of a battleship, Patrick was the one who had the last laugh.

The flames engulfed the surveillance equipment that An Ran had deployed.

When she came to her senses, Patrick had already reached the vicinity of the Exiled Empire's command ship.

"Going deep into enemy territory alone, you've really got guts."

Anran cast a reconnaissance spell over there.

Patrick's health bar showed almost no decrease.

Health: 3484000/3520000

A psionic laser suddenly struck Patrick, slowly emitting a light-colored "-3200".

Surprisingly, Patrick's health points not only did not decrease, but instead increased by more than 300.

An Ran's pupils contracted slightly.

So this guy is a tanky mage?

If we only consider health points, Patrick's health points are not even as many as Anran's health bar.

However, based on what has just been shown, his resistance and recovery ability must be extremely high.

I have no idea how this guy trained.

This seems to have boosted Patrick's confidence.

They stormed through the first formation of tens of thousands of warships and headed straight for the Exiled Empire's command ship; their objective was clear.

He wants to stage a decapitation strike!

An Ran couldn't help but nod secretly.

From Patrick's perspective, his choice was perfectly reasonable.

A simple analysis reveals that...

Within the Exiled Empire faction, the one who had the greatest impact on the battlefield situation was not Heda, but Anran, a master-level mechanic.

With the coordination and assistance of mechanics, the Exiled Empire's fleet will undoubtedly have a huge advantage in artillery battles.

In addition, the mechanics' own mechanical forces are also very troublesome. Over time, the Pantheon fleet will definitely be at a disadvantage.

Patrick has only one option to bridge this gap.

"You have nowhere to hide."

Patrick's lips curled into a smug smile.

This was the only way he could think of to win before the war.

Perhaps it was precisely because his behavior was so illogical that the operation went unexpectedly smoothly.

Despite withstanding hundreds of beams of fire, Patrick's eyes suddenly lit up with a silvery-white light.

His gaze was fixed on the command ship that An Ran was aboard.

"Suffer to death!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Patrick immediately activated [Divine Descent Magic: Supernova Light].

Two dazzling white beams of light shot out.

As it prepared for action, the energy level detectors on the command ship issued the highest level of warning.

When the beam of light struck the command ship's psionic shield, multiple monitoring screens on the bridge crashed.

"Oops!"

Freya's expression changed drastically.

She had barely tentatively released her domain when she couldn't help but kneel down.

Too strong!

Before those two beams of energy, she was as insignificant as an ant.

Freya was frantic as she watched the white light crush the psionic shield.

The ancestor Heda has already left the command ship, and it's too late to call her back to save the day.

Only if Anran is in control...

Freya was in a panic when she suddenly noticed the space around her shaking.

When she came to her senses, she found herself and the entire command ship had been teleported to another location.

"?"

The virtual screen in the cockpit returned to normal.

Freya quickly looked over.

In the center of the screen, An Ran stretched out her right hand, and a dozen massive psionic shields suddenly appeared in front of her.

The psionic shields shattered instantly under the impact of the supernova light.

Even so, the psionic shield effectively weakened the power of the Supernova Light.

At this moment, a tall and majestic mechanical dragon knight appeared in front of An Ran.

Freya knew her.

That was Anran's most trusted psychic follower.