Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Illusion?

Eresh laughed: "Too bad, the one who died was you."

She lightly pointed her right hand in a certain direction.

A seemingly slow-moving red beam of light shot out from the index finger.

It slowly struck that void.

brake!

The beam of light, as thick as an index finger, instantly expanded into a spherical cage.

How did you find me—?

The Shadow Assassin was horrified.

"It's just a springtail."

Without even glancing at the Shadow Assassin bound in the cage, Eresh walked straight over.

"Wait, you can't..."

boom.

Everything returned to nothingness, leaving only a spherical gap in the corridor, smooth and round, through which the upper and lower levels of the spaceship could still be seen.

The female knight who had been silently following Elessie twitched her eyelids.

The Chief of Staff truly lives up to his title.

But I always felt that this power was somewhat beyond my comprehension.

She was a level 141 arcane mage (although the order was called the Knights, it included experts from various professions) and was proficient in mental power, but she was still unable to pinpoint the actual location of the shadow assassin.

However, the fact that the warrior-class leader could easily pinpoint the location of the shadow assassin is a bit too overpowered.

Are the masters who have climbed to the top really that powerful?

The female knight's gaze remained fixed on Irene's neatly braided hair.

……

"The situation is very bad."

"How exactly? I mean, how many of them rushed to the front."

“Those people were too fast. I couldn’t even see how many there were. If they attacked us, at that speed, I probably wouldn’t last a second.”

"..."

“I watched a special forces training session once before. These intruders are just as good as you guys, they’re too fast!”

An Ran frowned slightly.

"Sir, I'm not lying to you, they really are fast!"

"So fast you can't see it clearly."

"..."

NMD.

Can you please stop repeating the word "fast"?

This is a disease that needs to be cured.

"Let's follow them. Even if they are ten times stronger than us, we can't let them cause trouble on the Heimdall!"

"That's right!"

An Ran got into character: "The Heimdall is the glory of the Empire, the symbol of the Fifth Expeditionary Force. We must not let these thugs destroy it!"

"Well said! Lieutenant, now is the time for you to risk your lives for the glory of the Fifth Expeditionary Force!"

An exciting voice suddenly came from the loudspeaker that had been cut off in the corridor.

The person who spoke let out a hearty laugh.

"The difficulties are only temporary. Although these people came with great force, they only benefited from the surprise attack. The lords on the spaceship have now realized what's happening, and their end is just around the corner!"

First came a passionate and uplifting speech.

"However... in order to minimize the damage to the Heimdall, we also need your efforts! The Admiral has said that as long as you make outstanding contributions in this operation, regardless of your background, you can easily skip decades of promotion. The Admiral will also personally award a large sum of money, which will be a huge amount of money in the tens of figures!"

Promotion, raise...

With money, you can naturally marry a beautiful and wealthy woman.

The path to the pinnacle of life seems to be right in front of me.

The Fifth Expeditionary Force soldiers, who had initially been hesitant, suddenly began to breathe rapidly.

They glanced at An Ran furtively.

Rewards in the tens of figures or more!

A career path spanning decades would mean that even someone born into an ordinary family would reach roughly the rank of captain.

Could I marry a wife as beautiful as this lieutenant?

"Alright, that's enough said. Now I'll show you the way!"

The person on the loudspeaker paused for a few seconds, then continued, "There is a battle taking place in training pod number 17 to your left. You must go there immediately to provide support. The enemies there are not strong; they are probably decoys used to attract attention. Eliminate these decoys as quickly as possible!"

An Ran nodded, rolled up his sleeves, raised a pistol, and fired a shot at the upper level: "Everyone, charge with me!"

With a lieutenant from the Special Operations Forces leading the way, what is there to be afraid of? Charge!

In fact, Anran and her group were not the only ones who received the broadcast message.

An Ran and her group were not the only ones who received orders to rush to training pod number 17.

Perhaps An Ran brought a large group of people with her.

As they ran, Imperial soldiers emerged from other passages and joined the ranks.

"That one in front is..."

"It's the commander of the special operations force!"

Oh my goodness.

They are a mysterious special operations force.

Then it's a sure thing.

Go!

"Why is it a woman...?"

Bang! The person asking the question was hit on the head.

"Keep your voice down, or you'll be finished if you anger the commander of the special forces."

"Ah, it's actually... um."

"..."

Zhou Jieyu and the others, who were mixed in with the crowd, were completely bewildered.

In fact, they had already made preparations.

Entering the "demon's lair" and heading straight for the "demon's throne," one is bound to unleash their skills and engage in carnage along the way.

This is a perfect opportunity to show off in front of Anran!

However, they had already covered a third of the distance, but had only fought once, and that was while slacking off behind Juliana.

"Soy sauce party?"

"It makes no difference whether I'm here or not?"

"The ultimate king of easy wins?"

Some people turned their attention to Zhou Jieyu and Lin Yumo.

I think the reason this is happening is because we teamed up with the "Leg-Hugging King" (a nickname for a player who is overly attached to others' legs).

[The three heroes who "cling to the NPC's leg" basically completed all the well-known quests by clinging to NPCs' legs.]

Who's over there?

An Ran stopped running, gripping her gun with both hands and pointing it at a single hair sticking up behind cover.

Even though I already knew who was hiding there, I still had to keep up the act.

The other Imperial soldiers tensed up.

The next second, a female soldier with her hat askew suddenly stood up, raised her hands, and cried out, "Sir, sir, don't shoot! They're our own people! My, our company's men have been scattered, and I'm the only one left here."

"They are from the 43rd Squadron."

"Yes."

An Ran nodded: "Since you can still move, then take your weapons and come with me to support the other brothers and sisters. To protect the glory of the expeditionary force, and to prove ourselves, everyone follow me and fight the TN!"

An Ran shouted and casually tossed a gun to the female soldier.

Huh?

Even their female superior officer swore, how can we possibly fall behind?

"Damn it!"

"I only retreated strategically because we were outnumbered. Now I'm going to fight back."

Morale immediately soared.

"Damn it!"

"Oooooooo-"

"Charge, everyone!"

The team of a hundred people quickly became a spectacular team of a thousand people.

Training bay number 17 is a giant ship cabin capable of accommodating tens of thousands of people for training. At this moment, the invaders are concentrating their firepower to attack the defense line.