Poverty makes me capable of anything.

ANR is indeed a powerful mechanic, but her true strength lies in the fact that she is a master of the mental system!

No wonder she was able to sink the Heimdall amidst a massive army and escape unscathed!

So that's what the real thought was all about!

En is also wildly imagining things, her legs are going weak from imagining them.

He almost brought disaster to the Crystal Civilization. Next time he meets that person, he must be extremely respectful and admit his mistake in order to beg for forgiveness!

Besides the Crystal Civilization, other factions within the Nova Alliance also received the news immediately.

Theodore, the leader of the war front, reunites with the man in black who had caught Enron's attention at the online conference.

“How could she be unharmed? A physically fragile mechanic couldn’t possibly withstand such an attack, even if she is a master-level mechanic,” Theodore said, frowning.

The man in black shook his head: "I must say that her body is not as fragile as you think. It is stronger than most mechanics, but even so, it was not enough for her to survive such a fierce attack. I suspect that she has the ability to temporarily teleport to another dimension."

"Like you?"

"It's possible, but that's just my guess."

Theodore asked, "Is she human?"

"100% pure human."

Theodore felt a sudden surge of emotion. The man in black had told him that it was impossible for humans to obtain such power, but now the truth was right before his eyes. The path was blocked, but he just hadn't found the right method yet.

……

"This is truly exciting news!"

On the Flying Star ship, An Ran received a message from the Nova Allied Command.

"Well, it's actually not as easy as you think."

As soon as Anran answered the call, she automatically switched to a bitter face, and Ibn was stunned by how realistic it looked.

This isn't right. Didn't you tell me just a few hours ago that you never cheat people?

They even said I misunderstood you.

Do you have some misunderstanding about the words "misunderstanding" and "tricking someone"?

General Palmer paused, slightly taken aback: "What exactly happened?"

His original plan was to first congratulate An Ran, and then subtly suggest that they travel through time and space to help the undercover mercenary group in dire straits.

But now it seems the plan has gone a little off track.

Beneath the surface of prosperity, undercurrents are surging! Alas...

An Ran gently shook her head: "Although I killed Yates and the garrison has surrendered, the situation is still not optimistic. We have paid a huge price."

"As long as the war is won, the Allies will be compensated for all losses."

"No!"

An Ran stretched out her hand with a heavy heart: "I think you may not be able to compensate for this. That is an item that can block a Grandmaster's attack."

It is truly heartbreaking.

Such an awesome thing is gone just like that!

ε=(?ο｀*))) Sigh

Palmer was speechless. He could make arrangements to compensate for other supplies, spaceships, and the like, but he didn't even know what this mysterious item was, so how could he compensate for it? Even if he did know, he couldn't afford to.

This is an item that can block a master's attack; it's not some common item.

He could only offer a few words of comfort to An Ran: "Although the losses were great, the war was ultimately won, which is good news."

"No!"

An Ran reached out her hand again, her voice heavy with sorrow.

Why are you here again?

Things are far more complicated than you think!

"..."

An Ran explained, "As you saw in the video, only Yates was killed by the defenders. The other three masters who initially attacked the Hyperdimensional Faction are still missing, and there may be more than three. If we can't catch them, we can't leave the Ship's Bottom system with peace of mind."

"..."

“I think this is their scheme!” An Ran said with certainty. “Seeing that the war situation was not going well, they deliberately sent Yates out to buy time, while the others were ordered to quickly go underground to plan their next move!”

In fact, An Ran was right. The other master-level experts had indeed gone "underground." Although they were unwilling, Ella still dragged them in!

"Considering the overall situation, we need some time to digest the results of this battle, and at the same time, we need to find those few people. The unstable factors must be eliminated."

Alright, you win!

Palmer said, "I agree with your decision. If the situation becomes urgent elsewhere, I hope you can..."

"I can only say I'll try my best. In reality, these time-traveling frigates can't influence the course of the battle."

But you can.

Palmer thought about it but didn't say it. Just like An Ran said, there were still several masters who hadn't been captured. If he wanted An Ran to go and support other places alone, wouldn't that just put the Time-Space Empire in the fire? Obviously, the other party would never agree to that. It was better not to damage the alliance.

"I understand. I hope you can catch those few who slipped through the net as soon as possible."

"Of course, we can't just let these humanoid walking bombs go unchecked."

Palmer was thus swayed by Enron.

"Fine!" Ibn pointed at Anran and said, "ANR, you still say you won't cheat people!"

As soon as I entered the cockpit, I saw you conning Palmer; you've completely fooled him.

An Ran explained without batting an eye, "I think you missed a word. I said I never betray my own people."

Did you miss something?

How could that be? One of the essential abilities of an assassin like me is an excellent memory!

Ibn expressed disbelief.

This must be true!

“I think it’s probably because the Common Tongue I’m speaking has a very strong Naglian accent. It’s just a plastic Common Tongue, so it’s normal that you’d miss it. It’s all my fault!” Anran said.

"..."

"Actually, this is normal. When people encounter words they don't understand, they naturally filter them out. After all, even without that word, the meaning of the sentence is still coherent. So, it seems that I didn't make that many mistakes."

Hehe.

He smiled calmly.

Ibn was petrified.

He didn't know what to say.

"How about this, if you have time, I'll have the mechanical golems in the base teach you the Naglian dialect, so you won't misunderstand what I mean."

"Forget it."

Ibn retreated.

(＃^.^＃)

Anran was in a great mood.

Humanoid self-propelled bombs? Not here.

If anyone is truly guilty, it's herself.

The Hyperspace fleet finally arrived at Newland. After half an hour, Hyperspace quickly took over the internal defense system of the Great Ship Industrial Zone. At this point, the Great Ship Industrial Zone was completely under Anran's control.

Without these defense systems, those who secretly want to cause trouble will not be able to stir up any big waves.

Thousands of warships hovered in the air; anyone who dared to cause trouble would be met with a shot, and if one shot wasn't enough, another would be fired.

Moreover, Anran released all 500,000 players from the spaceship, and with a relaxed post-battle mindset, the 500,000 players, with an average level of 89, were scattered across Newland Star.

Unless there are hidden master-level experts, no one can escape the pursuit of these players.

It's safe, absolutely safe!

“Look, these people getting off the spaceship are the Strangers. They look no different from us. The only difference is that each Stranger has their name written on their forehead. They can hide it, but if we try to impersonate them, we'll be recognized immediately.”

The middle-aged man, unaware of his newfound fame, was still imparting his experience to the young man.

Here comes our silly player.

They were arm in arm, laughing and joking, completely lacking the image of "soldiers".

"Let's go get something to eat later."

"Yeah."

"It's my treat."

"The rich are awesome!"

"Hahahaha……"

……

"It seems like I'm no different from before?" the young man said, puzzled.

"Shh—" The middle-aged man immediately made a gesture, "Don't let them hear you talking about them behind their backs."

"..."

Where is it arranged?

One hour after the players arrived on Newland, communications on Newland were restored, and energy supplies returned to normal.

In the night market he frequented, the young man suddenly noticed that the roadside was full of strangers.

They ate while chatting and laughing.

The conversation covered a wide range of topics, from the war we just talked about to missions, reputation, rankings, favorability, and guild level assessments.

Enjoy delicious food and chat about games.