Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Once he took off his clothes, he disguised himself as a commoner.

After discovering that the player was not attacking civilians, the number of defenders quickly decreased. Of the defenders on the entire planet, the player killed a quarter of them, another half started playing a disguise game, and the last quarter surrendered after struggling in vain.

"We surrender!"

We must abandon darkness and embrace the light!

"The Dimensional Realm is my home, and you can't stop me from coming home!"

"..."

"This is terrible! We've already lost two planets!"

"We are no match for the fleet in direct combat."

In the command center of Newland Star, several high-ranking officers of the defending forces gathered urgently, their expressions extremely solemn as they looked at the large ship industrial and trade zone, which had already been largely turned into a red-occupied area.

"I don't think the transdimensional beings will necessarily fight us to the death; it wouldn't benefit them. We don't really need to..."

"Still clinging to this vague hope?" A man wearing tactical goggles suddenly stood up. It was Yates, from an outer noble family. He exuded a chilling killing intent as he looked around. "Where is your pride? Where is your pride as a soldier, as a nobleman?"

"I just meant..."

"Wake up! Do you really think that holding out will guarantee your survival? Stop deceiving yourself. Even if we temporarily block the attack from the transdimensional space, can we stop the even larger attack from the Nova Alliance? Holding out means certain death. Only by taking the initiative to meet the enemy will we have a chance."

The others fell silent.

Holding out indefinitely is a form of slow death, and they are not unaware of this, but many people are like this: as long as there is even the slightest possibility, they are unwilling to step forward and fight.

"Do you want to die standing up, or lying down?" Yates asked in a deep voice.

Can I live?

Although that's what they thought, no one dared to say it out loud.

They were the ones who initially vowed to hold out to the bitter end; if things turn around now, they'll be too ashamed to face anyone.

"Once you understand, prepare to fight. If we keep letting them advance so comfortably, we might as well just commit suicide. Even if we surrender, they will never accept us. We should give up on this idea as soon as possible."

After Yates finished speaking, he walked out of the conference room.

A meeting? What the hell?!

By the time these people finished their tedious meeting, Newland had become an isolated island.

"Set off."

Yates boarded the spaceship and headed straight to the front lines. The remaining few people looked at each other and sighed.

We have no choice but to fight.

"Leave a portion of the army to guard against a time-space attack; everyone else, board the spaceship and prepare to engage!"

Chapter 48 Shutting down the portal? No, we need to run away!

The defenders' counterattack came even slower than An Ran had anticipated.

After capturing three outer planets, a large-scale garrison fleet finally broke out from the complex space complex inside the Great Ship Industrial Zone.

After a tentative engagement, the two fleets quickly became entangled, and this time they held nothing back.

Everyone understood that retreat would not bring life, but rather the abyss's arrogant laughter.

"We must put them back, otherwise all our previous efforts will be in vain. If we lose this war, we will not only lose the name of the Time-Space Expansion, but also all of your rewards will be canceled!"

An Ran said without any politeness.

Actually, she had just calculated that if all the rewards were canceled, although the players would lose out—though not really, since there were game mission rewards—she would make a huge profit.

An Ran even wanted to deliberately lose.

"I'd better not do something so heartless." An Ran shook her head.

Alone Better Together.

The long-term benefits of annihilating the defenders of the Carapace Galaxy here would be unimaginable.

With their interests at stake, the already excited players became even more fired up.

War has always been a test of morale and courage. Apart from a lack of military skills, players can easily take on thousands of enemies and dominate the ground.

Fearless, they are far more capable than professional suicide squads when carrying out assault missions.

The war within the Great Ship Industrial Zone intensified, and the progress of the transdimensional space-time continuum was slower than at the beginning, but it was indeed making steady progress.

Once they've reached this point, it doesn't matter which line of defense is stronger. It's foreseeable that if the war continues like this, the Hyperspace Dimension will be able to surround Newland in a few days.

The remaining defenders of Newland were no different from cattle locked in a pen.

Therefore, the master-level experts of the defending army could no longer sit still.

"We can no longer watch them chip away at our defenses; we must take the initiative and find a way out."

Yates took on the responsibility of launching the first wave of attacks.

"Even if I die here, I cannot tarnish the family's reputation."

Yates, dressed in combat gear, walked out with a proud look on his face. The others stood there for a long time before someone finally stepped forward.

He said loudly, "That's right, I think you're all scared by the story of the Hyperdimension sinking the Heimdall, but in reality, the Hyperdimension didn't send many master-level agents this time. Even if you include ANR herself, there are only 3 people. We have 7 master-level experts on our side, so we have absolutely no reason to be afraid!"

After saying that, he hurriedly followed Yates.

Yates glanced back at him, nodded silently, and continued walking towards the spaceship.

Yates went out alone, but when he entered the spaceship, there were three more people with him.

"Live to die!"

Running away is not only shameful, but also useless.

An hour after the start of the battle, the reported casualties at the front suddenly increased, and Anran immediately switched the surveillance footage to that point.

It turned out that four master-level experts had suddenly entered the battlefield, completely disrupting the hyperspace deployment. Under the protection of the fleet, the four master-level experts were unstoppable and together they destroyed dozens of hyperspace ships.

An Ran immediately stood up.

Every spaceship was built with real money; they're burning Anran's "money" like it's on fire. Each fire costs tens of millions of pesos; who can withstand that?

Even the world's richest man would be angry, let alone someone as money-loving as Anran.

"It's okay for me to smash my own things, but if you smash my things, then you don't treat me like a human being."

"I'll stab you all to death! Tan Tang, change course and head over there!"

Ibn asked, "Are you sure you want to go over there? There are a lot of people on the other side."

An Ran rolled her eyes: "Can you stop being so cowardly? Apart from the one in the blue shirt, everyone else combined might not be as strong as you."

"If I weren't a coward, I would have died long ago."

Ibn muttered something under his breath.

How can a Star Sea Assassin not be a coward? Most of the reckless ones have already died.

“You hold off those three while I go teach that guy in the blue shirt a lesson,” An Ran said. “I’ll come help you after I’ve dealt with him.”

Ibn raised his hand: "I have a proposal."

"Go ahead."

“I think this is a good idea. You hold off the guy in blue and the other two, and I'll deal with the last one. Once I've killed him, I'll come back to help you.”

"..."

Anran kept a close eye on Ibn.

"How about this, we split it 50/50, I..."

“Alright!” An Ran clapped her hands. “You can handle the one in the blue shirt. I’ll come help you as soon as I’ve killed the other two.”

You'll be punished by heaven for exploiting your employees like this!

Ibn thought to himself, "Ibn is complaining."

Sometimes he wondered if those strangers were out of their minds. They were clearly being scammed by Anran, yet they were still happily counting their money. Not a single one of them had escaped the time-space continuation; instead, more and more people were jumping into the fire pit.

That's...unbelievable.

"Let's stick to your original suggestion." Iben shook his head; what could he do, he was just incompetent.

There's no way around it.

"You should have agreed earlier. Don't worry, they definitely can't kill you. If they could, I'd walk upside down!" An Ran said, patting her chest.

"This……"

That's a very strange statement.

Ibn felt a sharp pain in his testicles.

So, if he wants to see An Ran walk upside down, he has to die first. The problem is, even if he dies, he still can't see An Ran walk upside down, and besides, he doesn't want to die.

"Once we win this battle, I'll give you a week off!"

This can be!

Eben is currently in charge of intelligence for the transdimensional space and some garrison work. He's not actually that busy, but as an assassin, he's never experienced anything like this before, so he's thinking about how to slack off.

……

For the first time, the players on the front lines experienced the ferocity of master-level powerhouses.

"NICE, you hit it!"

A player stared excitedly at the big screen, but the next second Yates burst out of the flames and quickly destroyed the player's spaceship, even stomping on it a few times in a very domineering manner.

"Damn, this is a humanoid meteorite!"

That's incredibly powerful.

No matter how valiant the players were, they couldn't inflict serious damage on Yates and his group; the tens of thousands of points of health they lost from the spaceship's bombardment were just enough to make them grimace.

This also made players realize that in such large-scale faction missions, they can only stand on the sidelines and reap the benefits; it's too early to determine the course of the war.