Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Ang Lee's ability to constantly switch between the five senses is driving his followers crazy.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

Is this what you mean by holding back the enemy?

There's clearly still someone hammering the warship over there.

At this moment, Wilmer, who was in the center of the battle, also spotted Ibn.

"You've finally arrived, that's wonderful."

More reinforcements!

The garrison nobles were furious.

They hesitated whether to retreat, but then realized that only Ibn had come.

Wilmer finally realized this at this point.

"Why are you the only one?"

“The others are still on their way,” Ibn explained.

He wasn't wrong; Anran and Ella were indeed on their way, but it would take them another two or three days to arrive.

That's it!

Wilmer breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haha, now's the time to counterattack! Brother, this big guy is yours!"

Soon Ibn was also drawn into the battle.

The defending masters were very anxious. More people would be coming soon, and if they continued fighting like this, they would be at a great disadvantage and might even die here. They had to retreat as soon as possible.

At this point, Wilmer and the others demonstrated their sticky, clingy nature.

"Trying to run away? Did you ask your grandfather first?"

"I'll swallow—"

Wilmer swallowed his opponent's explosive energy attack whole, and only blushed slightly.

The defending master-level warriors became increasingly anxious as the battle progressed, and the more anxious they became, the more flaws they revealed. Even Li An and Austin, who had little offensive power, gained the upper hand.

It's just that Ibn has a bit of a hard time.

凸(艹皿艹 )

This guy is incredibly strong.

Just like Anran, he wielded iron fists like a monster. If it weren't for the armor Anran had made, Ibn suspected he would have been beaten to a pulp.

That fat guy is pretty impressive; he didn't even get hurt by being attacked by someone like that.

Ibn was unaware that Wilmer had invested all his talent points into tankiness and speed, nor did he know that his opponent was the strongest among the defenders.

He always gets scammed, and after being scammed so many times, he doesn't even realize he's being scammed anymore.

After some time, the masters of the garrison noticed something was amiss.

They said reinforcements were on their way, but where are they?

"It's just a bluff!"

"Oh, we never thought we'd been tricked!"

The tide turned, and the battle situation changed again.

Having suffered enough harm and gained more power, Ang Lee and Jill were chased around again less than twenty minutes later.

Wilmer was a bit better off. Although he was still facing two opponents, they were much weaker, so he wasn't being kicked around like a ball anymore. He was just constantly eating, and his face was as red as if he had eaten too many chili peppers.

"Why haven't they arrived yet?"

Wilmer asked loudly over the communication channel.

Iben cut off his opponent's attack with a single stroke and replied in a moment, "It'll be here soon, in two more days."

They'll be here in two minutes...

and many more!

Wilmer's expression suddenly changed.

"You said two days?"

"Maybe three days, but it won't be less than two days."

puff--

Wilmer coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Are you even human? How could you deceive my heart like this?!

His face turned pale. At this moment, he had no choice but to carry out the plan he had made earlier!

Wilmer shouted in the public channel: "Allies of the Time-Space Transformation, you've finally arrived!"

As soon as the slogan was shouted, the three who had just been being beaten immediately unleashed extraordinary power!

Here we are, Boss/Big Brother/Commander!

Three consecutive escape attempts!

Before Ibn could even see what was happening, he saw Jill pick up Li An with her right hand, cover Li An's eyes with her left hand, and fly towards the fleet at an incredible speed.

"What's going on..."

Grass.

Forget what happened, let's run!

When it comes to escaping, Ibn, as an assassin, was also a master.

"What, is it a time-space traveler?"

"That's right, at this point, the only ones who can come to our aid are the people from the Time-Space Realm."

Is that monster coming?

The master-level experts of the garrison were all frightened by An Ran's name, and it took them a long time to realize that they had been tricked.

There's no such thing as ANR, there's only one enemy that runs faster than the next!

"Damn it, I've been scammed!"

"Chase them! Don't let them get away!"

They pursued for a long time, but in the end they had no choice but to retreat. If they didn't retreat, their flank would be breached by the time-space fleet.

In the end, after tallying the results, the mercenary group suffered considerable losses, and the defending forces fared no better.

Wilmer was furious. "Damn it! Didn't we agree to a pincer attack? Where are the ANR guys? Why aren't they here?"

Ibn was also furious. He'd been told he'd held the enemy back, but getting thrashed and beaten was hardly considered holding them back! If that didn't work, he'd just stick to the facts and proceed cautiously. Besides, he'd discovered that the strongest guy you assigned me was the real deal. He'd seen who ran the fastest during the chase!

After arguing for a long time, the two parted on bad terms.

Even though neither of them is right, when arguing, you can't lose your temper!

Wilmer had four mouths on his side, and he was driving Ibn crazy with all his talking.

You wait, when ANR comes back, go and argue with her, you little bastard.

"My heart has been severely wounded, and it seems I won't recover without a holiday." Ibn lay dead on the ground.

Heloise replied, "Go and talk to ANR."

"..."

I... I...

I can keep going!

Two and a half days later, Anran and Ella arrived at the Hyperspace Fleet, and Heloise finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Because of some minor conflicts with the underground mercenary group, the battle is not progressing smoothly. Just when they should be pressing their advantage, they are now at a standstill.

"how to spell?"

Wilmer asked, his interest not particularly high.

Still harboring resentment, Wilmer recalled the words spoken to him by people from the front lines of the war not long ago, and his eyes darted around.

"What other way can we fight? We are stronger than them. We should just take a steady and methodical approach and push through them directly."

Anran was hoping this battle would raise the average level of players in the Time-Space Rift to over 90, so how could she possibly play a speedrun?

Wilmer was a little confused. Should he take a cautious approach?

No way, how can you possibly fight off that group of people? If this drags on, won't you be able to complete the frontline mission?

“Why don’t we just go straight for A and win?” Wilmer said.

"Minimize losses and preserve our strength to better support the main battlefield when the time comes."

"But the Mushroom Cloud Galaxy desperately needs our support right now."

"What? Hasn't it been a standoff for ten days already? It doesn't matter whether we go sooner or later. We might as well hurry up and urge those people on the front lines. Are they deliberately letting us through?"

Wilmer was speechless; from any perspective, he had to leave safely.

Thus, the war in the Rein system dragged on for more than 20 days before the Allied fleet finally surrounded the last defensive position of the defenders.

Both sides got into position, ready for a decisive battle.

"It's time."

Wilmer opened his eyes, having lured ANR to a location on the planet during the battle, and then activated the device.

In this way, he can gain huge benefits.

When he reappeared on the battlefield with his three "generals," An Ran was still nowhere to be seen.

The ones representing the other side were Ella, Ibn, and a massive mechanical legion.

Where are the ANR people?