Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The next stop is the headquarters of Shangwang Group.

"Wherever the longsword points, that's where the next conquest will begin!"

"Let the fame of our time-traveling prowess spread throughout this alien cosmos!"

Okay, I've finished shouting those passionate words.

Then comes the lure of profit.

"According to calculations, if we break into the Shangwang Group, everyone's income will increase tenfold!"

The path to wealth and prosperity is right before your eyes.

The version update is coming in just two weeks, so if you don't rush to update now, when will you?

Ducking!

Chapter 49 Natural Disaster Invasion

Where the stars are.

No matter how far away, when you have a goal to support your thoughts, you will not feel tired when you move forward.

For players, the most attractive things are undoubtedly quests, experience points, and in-game currency.

The Hogger Wars questline offers amazing rewards in every aspect.

This is because it is a massive quest that exceeds the current access limit for players.

Even if players only receive minor side quests, one round is enough for them to level up five or six times.

Filled with enthusiasm, a fleet of three thousand spaceships gradually approached the headquarters of the Business Network Group.

Compared to the vast sea of ​​stars, this is truly an insignificant scene.

But for the people at Shangwang Group, this is a top priority.

The combined fleet that set out to fight, consisting of eight or nine thousand ships, was completely destroyed?

Are you kidding me?

The head of the business network group, who was entertaining the Protoss inspector at the time, was furious.

He slammed his fist on the table, apologized to the inspector, and stormed out of the reception room.

The reputation of the Shangwang Group has been built up over generations; how could it be ruined by a mere rabbit-eared tribe?

He regretted not personally participating.

Otherwise, things would never have come to this.

I never expected that the combined fleet of the four would be so vulnerable.

Perhaps the other party is just that terrifying?

The probability is low.

It's highly likely that the enemy's lack of unity led to their defeat.

"All defenses are ready, and the reserve warships are activated."

The chief steward acted swiftly, relaying the orders as he walked.

In an effort to salvage the reputation of the Business Network Group, the Grand Steward decided to use swift and decisive measures: first, to repel the invading enemy ships, and then to carry out a brutal and bloody purge of the entire Rabbit-Eared Clan.

Only ruthless killing will make those who are tempted realize that the Business Network Group is not to be trifled with.

Do you need my help?

The inspector asked with a smile.

"There's no need to trouble the Inspector with such a trivial matter."

The Grand Steward's respectful demeanor pleased the Inspector greatly.

But if he knew what the Grand Steward was thinking, he probably wouldn't be so pleased.

—It's hilarious that a piece of trash like me dares to spout such nonsense here.

—You can't even compare to Victor, so what help can you offer?

—Threats? They're willing to risk their lives, so why would they be afraid of your threats?

That's what he was thinking, but when he spoke to the inspector, the chief steward still acted all smiles and laughter.

It's nothing serious, Inspector, don't worry about it.

Ok?

The rabbit-eared race's fleet is approaching the first line of defense.

No problem, Your Excellency Inspector, please warm a pot of wine, I'll be right back!

"go Go."

The inspector waved his hand.

Fine, that'll save me the trouble of going out and explaining.

The chief steward boarded the spaceship surrounded by the crowd.

The first line of defense is on the outer edge of the planetary system. Because the enemy arrived too quickly, the reserve fleet has not yet been organized and there is no fleet to support it. This line of defense is not expected to last long.

The chief steward was very clear-headed.

The decisive battle will take place on the second line of defense, on a planet in this system that they have painstakingly terraformed.

"Grand Steward..."

A messenger came forward.

"Is the reserve fleet ready?" the Grand Steward asked casually.

He was standing on the spaceship's staircase at that moment.

The messenger, sweat beading on his forehead, hesitated for a long time before gritting his teeth and saying, "Commander, the enemy ships have already broken through two of our defenses!"

"what?"

The chief steward turned his head away.

stunned.

He wondered if he had misheard something.

What did you just say?

The messenger could only repeat his words once more.

Why did they have to send him to relay the order? Damn it.

They could only hope that the Grand Steward wouldn't take his anger out on him and send him to meet the god Protoss.

The chief steward stood there stunned for a long time.

He took a deep breath: "How did they break through the defenses?"

"It just flew over like that."

"What?"

That really is a "breakthrough".

Where are our people?

The chief steward was furious.

We wouldn't know until something bad happens.

Once something goes wrong, all the problems are exposed.

Internal strife, lax defenses—what kind of men are these?!

The chief steward was furious.

With both lines of defense breached, there was no point in talking about going outside to fight back.

He could only suppress his anger for the time being.

"Get the reserve fleet to take off immediately. Anyone who isn't ready within ten minutes will be punished!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

The messenger went downstairs, feeling incredibly relieved.

The head steward grew angrier the more he thought about it.

Damn it, what kind of garbage is this?

They're all a bunch of people who've been resting on their laurels for too long and their brains have gone bad!

Fine, let's take this opportunity to do a thorough cleanup.

He had to thank the rabbit-eared tribe, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to recognize the true nature of his subordinates so quickly.

The waiting time was long.

As the reserve fleet took off, the Grand Commander also saw the Rabbit-Eared Clan's spaceships arrive overhead.

What followed was an indiscriminate barrage of artillery fire.

There wasn't even anyone to give a warning; they just started fighting right away.

The players fully demonstrated a "life and death are nothing to fear, if you're not convinced, then fight" attitude.

Anran said it.

"It doesn't matter if the spaceship is destroyed. As long as we win, the Business Network Group has plenty of money. We can recover all the losses by sucking their blood."

"If you lose, just go home and farm! You don't need to come back here again."

That won't do.

Before Anran could even use the Ether Domain to paralyze the mechanical systems of the Business Network Group, the players had already rushed forward.

They are too fierce.