Poverty makes me capable of anything.

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The next moment, the man in black swung his scythe to the left, and Rowan's expression changed slightly.

"Don't think about it!"

After saying that, he took a step to the side, and the orange light emanating from his arm deflected the scythe that the man in black was swinging.

Parry technique!

However, the man in black did not panic at all. He nimbly retreated dozens of meters and then slashed back at an even faster speed.

"See? You don't want this spaceship to suffer any damage. In that case, you'll never get past me!"

Ding!

The moment the gauntlet deflected the scythe, Rowan used all his strength to compress his domain, attempting to crush the man in black.

In a cramped space.

The two appeared to be simply exchanging blows with melee weapons.

The clanging of the blacksmith never stopped.

……

"The battleground is just ahead!"

The soldier who had been slapped twice by An Ran shouted.

Ahead, the tracheostomy chamber.

An Ran looked up at the sign that was pasted up tightly.

There were faint, sporadic gunshots in my ears.

It certainly didn't come from the tracheostomy chamber, as the soldier had claimed.

boom!

An Ran quickly walked past the soldiers and kicked open the door to the tracheostomy chamber.

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

The lights in the tracheotomy chamber were much softer. The sudden dimming made the soldier blink, and once he could see clearly, he immediately took two steps back.

"How could this be?"

Blood!

minced meat!

Amputation!

The air chamber, with its walls lined with countless metal tubes, had been transformed into a hellish place.

It was as if someone was committing atrocities here with a chainsaw; everything was in pieces, the walls were splattered with blood, and there wasn't a single intact body to be seen in the entire room.

An Ran lowered her eyes slightly.

Some of the fragments still had clothes stuck to them, making it easy to tell that they belonged to Imperial soldiers.

These people who broke in are far too ruthless.

"Dylan!"

The soldier shouted and hurried to a mangled corpse.

His hands, gripping the gun, trembled slightly until Anran patted his back, pulling him out of his dazed state.

He was breathing heavily when he heard Anran's voice.

"By the way, it's been quite a while. What's your name?"

"I?"

"Then who else could it be?"

"My name is Fellou."

Filo?

Well, at least I have a name to call out, instead of having to keep calling out "feeding" all the time.

“Let’s keep going. There are only a dozen or so invaders left,” An Ran said.

"Yes."

Fellowes responded.

He didn't bother to investigate how An Ran knew there were only a dozen or so people left.

Of course, they directly stole the spaceship's monitoring system.

This is much more convenient than deploying the detector yourself.

It's just that the Heimdall's level is too high; otherwise, Anran could have easily breached the main system without having to personally intervene.

However, although only a dozen or so people remained, those dozen or so were not ordinary people—compared to these soldiers around level 40.

The lowest level among those dozen or so people was over level 60, and the leader was an advanced sniper over level 80.

They've almost reached the pinnacle of the typical sniper class.

Da da da—

The gunshots grew clearer.

Gradually, the sound of footsteps was drowned out.

Those dozen or so people also came into Fellowes's view.

Gunfire clashed.

The spaceship's bulkhead was riddled with scratches, and intermittent shouts of anger could be heard.

"We absolutely cannot let these people get through again."

The person who shouted simply extended his right hand and casually pulled the trigger of his gun.

But the next second, a live bullet blew his hand to shreds.

"Ahhh-"

"Hold the outer edge of the main power chamber! Our reinforcements are on their way!" someone shouted through gritted teeth.

What should we do now?

Fellowes turned around with difficulty and looked at Anran.

He opened his mouth slightly.

When did he get followed by more than a dozen people?

Weren't there only five just now?

"Simple, just flank them from behind." An Ran's lips curled into a slight smile.

"But their firepower—"

"Even with the most intense firepower, they only have a dozen or so men."

Anran interrupted Fellowes and gave Juliana a look.

Be decisive, and act more convincingly.

Your Highness, I understand!

Juliana went out first, and several players followed.

Well, they're just some low-level NPCs. Just sneak up behind them and knock them down, or ambush them with guns. Fire dozens of shots, and these ordinary monsters without second-stage attacks will be almost dead.

"Really not..."

Fellowes had barely uttered two words when he immediately shut his mouth.

thump.

Juliana delivered a swift chop to flatten the man wielding dual automatic laser guns.

"!"

This is definitely not a hallucination caused by fear.

That person's body was clearly only half the thickness of a normal person's!

"Yes--"

thump.

Juliana punched the man who had turned around and slammed him into the wall.

"I--"

Wow, that's amazing!