Poverty makes me capable of anything.

With the shattered planetary mothership model on its flank, Heloise's fleet, after a large flanking maneuver, directly cut into the enemy's rear.

The combined attack from two sides, along with the suppressive firepower of the Deep Space Lance, made things extremely difficult for the defenders.

The large-scale cyber intrusion initially achieved some success, but Anran's subsequent counterattack put them under immense pressure. The two sides pushed and shoved each other, fighting back and forth. If it weren't for the large number of mechanics in the defending forces, Anran would have crushed them long ago.

Just then, a small fleet suddenly rushed out from behind the defenders and launched a suicidal attack on the location of the Deep Space Spear.

"Are they sending this to their deaths? They only sent this few spaceships."

The fleet captain defending against the Deep Space Spear frowned.

But he soon realized the other side's purpose: the fleet was just a cover; the real trump card was the two master-level experts hidden in the fleet.

Artillery cleared the way, using ships as shields, while master-level experts who could move freely in space were elusive assassins, achieving results with every strike—either reducing the escort ship's shields to zero or piercing through the ship's hull.

"I can't hold on any longer!"

The escort fleet immediately sent out a distress signal.

"emmm..."

At this time, the people who can be sent out to provide support...

An Ran's gaze fell on Yi Ben, who was idly standing to the side.

“Me??” Ibn pointed to himself.

"If you don't go, do you expect me to go?" An Ran rolled her eyes. "Go ahead, it's time to show off your Ibn Dao assassination skills! Do a good job, and I'll take you into that mysterious door sometime in the future."

“My assassination technique isn’t called Iben Way,” Iben said, looking puzzled.

"Isn't the assassination technique Ibn used the same as the Ibn Dao assassination technique? Alright, don't worry about such small details, hurry up and go up there... just hold those two back."

"..."

You just mentioned giving it away, right?

I didn't hear wrong, did I?

And the reward you promised is just a pipe dream, isn't it?

"Don't worry, with the Deep Space Spear as your backing, those two are no match for you. If you really can't beat them, just run away."

"..."

The Deep Space Gun doesn't recognize its own people.

Iben left with a wry smile. Since he had chosen to dedicate himself to the cause of time travel, he had to step up now. Otherwise, as An Ran said, should An Ran do it herself?

“Take these two.” An Ran tossed two subspace boxes to Iben. “Inside there’s a mech and a Heimdall alloy exoskeleton.”

It finally warmed people's hearts.

Chapter 44 If you're so good, why don't you do it yourself?

I'm up, and I haven't been instantly killed yet.

Having disembarked from the Starship, Ibn boarded a small spaceship and quickly headed towards the vicinity of the Deep Space Spear.

The spaceship next to him, having received An Ran's order, immediately changed direction and began to advance towards the enemy's assault force.

The commotion in this small area of ​​the battlefield has not yet attracted the attention of the enemy.

Because Anran deliberately left behind a fleet to clean up the battlefield, the Dimensional Spacetime was able to conceal its formation very well, unlike the enemy, whose entire fleet's movements were basically within the Dimensional Spacetime's sight.

……

"Boom!"

"Drip drip..."

Red warning lights were blaring in the attacked spaceships.

The most frequent thing heard on the communicator at this moment was—

"It's over, the deck has been breached, and the pressure balance inside the spaceship has collapsed!"

A single destroyer escort fleet, along with two formidable master-level experts, is enough to carve a deep trench on a large-scale battlefield.

Within this ravine, fiery red flames rolled incessantly at the edges, like giant waves of fire spreading outwards, igniting not only the warships but also the fighting spirit in the hearts of the defenders.

"We've already rushed here, and no one on the other side is coming to stop us. Does that mean their main fighting force isn't here, or are they afraid?"

Emerging from a spaceship, the enhanced ability user wearing a hat clenched his fist, and the spaceship behind him shattered into pieces as if it had been smashed by glass.

"..."

The silent explosion illuminated the cockpit of a spaceship not far away.

"So powerful. Even with the shield activated at its highest level, it couldn't even last ten seconds."

"Never mind that, fire! Fire now! Even if they are masters, they won't be able to withstand continuous bombardment from the ship's cannons!"

"Keep moving forward. We must find a breakthrough as soon as possible. Every time that thing fires, it can take out at least 50 of our warships."

The middle-aged man carrying a curved sword, his face weathered by time, swept past from behind, passing a message to his companion in the process.

"Aren't you curious about where all the masters on the other side have gone?"

The superhuman quickly followed, his right fist, flashing with light, slamming a torpedo back into the air.

It exploded with a deafening roar!

"What's there to care about?"

The middle-aged swordsman had a cold face. His right hand seemed to move but did not move, yet countless intersecting cross slashes appeared in front of him.

The frigate hit by the cross slash had its bright shield dim in the blink of an eye, almost as fast as turning off a light.

"The Chronospace faction is the weakest of the Nova Alliance's allied forces. How could I, Wind Whisper Swordsman, be unable to handle such a weakling? Their ruler is nothing more than a mechanic. Those three turrets must be her handiwork. I'll dismantle those things later and see if she gets anxious. If she doesn't show up, fine, but if she dares to appear before me..."

The Wind Whisper Swordsman gave a wicked smile and said, "Just one strike! I'll give her a quick death!"

He brandished his drawn scimitar, and in an instant, a blade of light several kilometers wide swept away the three escort ships blocking his path, shredding them to smithereens!

"The path to destruction was shorter than he could have imagined!"

"..."

The superhuman paused for a moment: "You really showed off."

"Alright, stop dawdling."

Wind Whisper Swordsman switched channels: "Fire cover, the enemy's last line of defense is just ahead!"

The number of ships gathered on that defensive line was three times that of this assault force, but the Wind Whisper Swordsman was full of heroic spirit.

Wherever the long sword points, only dead souls remain!

He's already fought his way here, destroying countless spaceships, so why would he be afraid of these "little kittens"?

If we can defeat the hyperspace fleet in one battle and reverse the tide of the battle for the defenders in the Ship's Bottom system, then flanking them might be able to stifle the Nova Allied forces' offensive.

The Wind Whisperer's target is Xavier, the Grand Technician of the Crystal Civilization.

"You've refused my summons time and again, and now you dare to join the Nova Alliance? You old bastard, I'll make you my sacrificial lamb one day!"

……

"That's pretty intense."

Iben, who had rushed to the vicinity of the battlefield, scratched his ear.

Upon arriving, they saw the enemy's two masters unleashing their power, hammering the frigate as easily as hammering a chicken.

"The guy on the left who can harden his hands is estimated to be at least G132 in strength. The one on the right with the knife is about your level, maybe a little stronger."

At that moment, An Ran's voice suddenly rang out on the communicator.

scare.

Ibn jumped up immediately.

"Could you please stop suddenly popping up and scaring people?"

He remembered that his communicator was not turned on at all, but what could he do when An Ran was a mechanic?

"What I mean is, even if you charge in without any equipment, you won't be a sitting duck. They don't have the strength for that."

This seems like a very reassuring statement.

but--

"I'm just a skilled assassin, not a meat shield!"

"That's why I prepared equipment for you to go on a rampage. Go for it. There's no need for me to take action against an opponent of this level."

Being ten levels lower, even after spending a lot of time and effort, you won't gain any experience at all, so Anran is unwilling to do that kind of thing.

Furthermore, since you've recruited underlings, they should be the ones to handle things. Underlings who only know how to shout "666" should be fed to pigs.

"Okay, I understand."

Ibn took a deep breath.

Who told him to fail in his assassination attempt and get caught? Who told him to still want to enter that mysterious door? Besides, it has to be said that the Time-Space Organization is indeed a good organization with excellent benefits.

This ruler is the one who loves to cause trouble everywhere.

Ibn took out his virus blade, which he had honed countless times, and fixed his gaze on the man displayed on the screen.

He possesses enhancement-type superpowers and has also minored in close-combat martial arts.

It can conjure up a fist hundreds of meters long out of thin air, which is even more exaggerated than the giant mechs used to inspect space buildings, and is four or five times larger than the divine messenger-level mech that An Ran gave him.

However, despite his impressive appearance, his strength is estimated to be only around G132.

Ibn still believed what Anran said.

In terms of assessing strength, Ibn has not yet seen anyone more capable than Anran.

Sometimes he even doubted whether An Ran had actually broken through to the Grandmaster level. It wasn't that amazing, especially after witnessing An Ran's meteoric rise in strength.

"I'm a top assassin with a strength rating of G140!"