Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Chapter 32 The Wind Rises

The Holy Spirit ships, roaming the perimeter, formed a pincer movement.

The flight between them is only about ten minutes.

However, this time was enough for Anran to deliver several powerful, wide-ranging attacks.

What about air-trapping cannons and energy projectors?

Prepare quietly.

They fired the cannons secretly.

From a great distance, the air-trailing cannon opened its body, and the energy projector's energy lattice reached its full capacity.

It's time.

With a silent roar from deep space, countless energy projectiles blasted towards the surface spaceship.

The entire world in front of the spaceship's viewpoint was dazzlingly illuminated by shimmering light. The players inside the spaceship stared wide-eyed, afraid of missing a single moment.

They barely reduced the roar of artillery fire on the ground, let alone the scenes of battles in the stars.

This is definitely a first-person perspective.

Not only are they exciting to watch, but the videos made from them can also generate views.

"If it weren't for the opponent's strong individual skills, this round would have been over."

The Holy Church's spaceships are, after all, junk.

"What's going on?!"

Despite the garbage, the investigation system is not just for show.

The patrolling spaceship immediately detected the long-range attack en route.

The moment the red alarm sounded, the expressions of the personnel on duty changed drastically.

"It's an enemy attack! Quick, quick, deploy the shields and make the spaceship avoid a frontal assault."

The temporary commander was still relatively clear-headed.

However, human strength has its limits.

The primary function of the air-trailing gun is to blockade the airspace with artillery fire, and its strike area is unimaginably vast.

Even if the drivers of the Holy Church are more skilled than the drivers of the Wuling Hongguang that can easily beat the 86, it won't make a difference.

"There's no way to dodge it, the attacks are too dense."

The artillery fire slammed into the spaceship's shields.

The ship's cabin was rocking violently, and the people in the wheelhouse all became serious.

"The shield probably won't hold..."

But he hadn't finished speaking.

With a violent jolt, the spaceship's AI issued a new alert: "Warning, warning, the flank shield value has dropped to 7%."

"Oh no, this is coming down the deck..."

However, he still didn't finish his sentence this time.

"Warning, warning, the side deck has been damaged."

"The spaceship can't be defended anymore, we need to find a landing site immediately..."

He still didn't finish his last sentence.

"Warning, warning, the spacecraft is under attack from the rear. The landing module is 100% destroyed."

Boom boom boom...

The explosions continued.

But the people around them no longer cared about any of that.

They stared intently at their companion who had been talking the whole time.

What a prophetic thing to do, whatever he says comes true.

Would it kill you to say less?

"Stop talking."

The members of the Holy Church from the executor's side looked displeased.

"What does this have to do with me? Isn't this something that was bound to happen?"

That makes sense, but every time something goes wrong before you've even finished speaking. Isn't that a coincidence?

"Say less. It's precisely at times like these that we need to work together. We don't know who attacked us yet. Hold on, reinforcements will be here soon."

The believers calmed down the "jinxed" person's emotions.

At this point, there's no room for internal conflict.

Can't you see that there are already many cracks inside the spaceship?

They are about to fall into deep space.

The Church of Jesus Christ has mastered the space, but not everyone can use it with ease.

Finally, an energy beam pierced through the center of the spaceship, and a violent explosion instantly engulfed everything inside the cabin.

"Increase the intensity, don't stop!"

"They want more!"

Under Anran's command, each spaceship spared no effort in utilizing its ammunition reserves.

An Ran knew perfectly well that an explosion of this magnitude was far from enough to wipe out those people.

She still needs to deliver the final blow.

If she wins this battle, she'll definitely make a fortune!

"Cough cough cough..."

Scattering the dust of the universe.

The Holy Church members who survived the explosion all had frosty expressions.

At this moment, the jinx spoke again: "Let's retreat. Without the shield, if anything goes wrong, we'll all die..."

Moreover, the sound enters the ear directly when the secret technique is used.

It's hard not to listen.

Damn it!

Can you please shut up?

Someone glared angrily at the crow's beak.

He'd really had enough.

If you can't speak, can you just not speak?

Every time you open your mouth you just say something...

"Thorn-"

The hairs on the back of his head stood on end, and amidst his surging anger, the person, receiving the warning, hurriedly dodged to the side.

As he watched the beam of light pass by and shatter a piece of spaceship debris, he naturally imagined the scene even though there was no sound.

That was close; if I had been a moment later, I would have been seriously injured.

He breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to curse a few words.

At that moment, the shouts from his companions were already ringing in his ears.

"Quick, get out of the way!"

what happened?

Someone turned their head in surprise.

His vision gradually shifted, until finally he saw a massive, deep purple blade surging with energy slashing down mercilessly.

What is this ghost?

That was the only thought left in someone's mind.

The giant blade sliced ​​him into powder in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it!"

The survivors stared gravely at the suddenly appearing giant mech.

His already handsome appearance is further enveloped by a deep purple energy that is impossible to fathom.

After instantly killing the first person, An Ran turned around and spun around without any hesitation, her curved blade covering a 180-degree area in front of her.

These people can teleport, so to kill them, you need to be fast!

With her level 120 mech and the added power of Anran's ethereal energy, Anran was like a tiger entering a pack of wolves when facing the Holy Liberation Church members, whose highest level was only 112.

What a bold move!

Seeing the blade growing larger and larger in front of him, Wu Zhao, in desperation, immediately initiated a short-distance spatial teleportation.

But the distance isn't enough!

The new version of the Silver Moon Knight has a wave detection function.

Moreover, An Ran's assistance goes far beyond this mecha that resembles a demon god descending to earth.

boom--

A torrent of energy exploded from the outstretched right palm at the spot where the crow's beak landed.

The jinx barely managed to block the attack, but by then the combined fire from the air-trailing cannons and energy projectors had already arrived.

At first glance, it appears to be an endless outpouring of energy.