High-end factions: Their members could cross the Void in the flesh and easily crush stars.
Low-end factions: All members had to rely on spacecraft or similar vehicles to leave a planet. Once thrown outside a spacecraft, they would be killed by space. ```
The Roosevelt Pirates were a low-end faction.
The vast majority of their members lacked the ability to survive in space, let alone in the Void.
Once they lost the protection of their warship, or enemies boarded it, they would have nowhere to escape in space.
When Soth discovered that Nuen had entered the warship, he realized that this was not an opponent they could handle. He immediately ordered the warship to separate.
This pirate warship could split into dozens of modules to isolate certain dangers.
After all, anything could happen in space. If the warship was damaged beyond repair, they could split off certain modules to avoid greater losses.
But Soth's purpose in separating the warship now was to buy time for his own escape.
The pirate crew had gathered for profit in the first place. Now that danger had arrived, it was only natural to cut off the tail to survive and abandon the others while fleeing.
Once the warship had separated and its bow accelerated away from Golden Crow Star, Soth let out a slight sigh of relief. Surely the other party would not pursue him now.
After all, the front of the warship contained no valuable wealth. Even if the other party was the ruler behind Golden Crow Star, having offered up such abundant riches, he should not continue to press the matter.
"But I think you're more valuable!" Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice rang out in the command room. Soth's pupils contracted instantly, and his body froze in his seat.
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