Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The burning heart illuminated its entire body with a dim orange light, making the demon appear like a war god fighting a bloody battle.

However, the God of War was kicked to the ground by An Ran.

"Ahhh-"

The demon clenched its fist and finally let out a cry.

bang bang bang...

Its body underwent an exaggerated transformation, with countless sharp spikes suddenly springing out. This was the demon's final battle form, abandoning reason and transforming into a demon god!

Kara--

An Ran stood with her right foot on the demon's wing, completely unmoved, and with a single sword stroke, she cut off the incredibly handsome wing.

Fight back!

The demon threw a punch, but An Ran simply followed its fist and slashed down.

The sword of judgment cleaved the demon's hand in two as easily as splitting bamboo, then slashed it to the left, and the arm was gone.

Then An Ran stepped on the demon's heart, and the Holy Judgment Sword pierced straight into the demon's throat, severing its head. As the sword light danced, the demon, who had finally obtained the strongest power, did not even have a chance to fight back and was defeated by the erosion of the power of faith.

When the burning heart was pierced by a sword, the demon finally stopped struggling.

Dead beyond dead.

"There's one more."

An Ran turned her head to look at the last survivor, and at the same time she saw the fleet flying in from afar.

"Are you here to collect the body?"

An Ran had no intention of letting him off the hook; this was the price he had to pay!

Even if it means abandoning the mission of rebuilding the empire, An Ran is determined to show him what cruelty truly means.

Let him run for four million kilometers first, then calmly take the Holy Judgment Sword and charge over.

After just a few spatial jumps, An Ran caught up with the dying grandmaster.

wow——

The world was shrouded in darkness. The Star Alliance Grandmaster reached out his hand. He was just a hair's breadth away from returning to the fleet. Once he was back, An Ran would never dare to act recklessly!

but now……

"Happiness is indulging in courting death!"

An Ran sneered and grabbed his neck.

This is the last person; she still has some questions to ask.

"Besides your Star Alliance members, who else came up with this plan?"

"Ugh...ugh..." The grandmaster struggled violently.

"Don't try to fool me. You are a grandmaster. Even if your head is cut off, you can still answer my questions."

"What are you doing!"

At that moment, a question suddenly came from behind An Ran.

Tch, as expected of a grandmaster, he arrived much faster than those spaceships.

Even without turning around, An Ran knew that the people who came over were grandmasters from the Imperial Allied Forces, including Faulkner.

The person who was loudly questioning at this moment was Admiral Carol of the Covenant. His face was extremely ugly, and he looked like he was about to devour An Ran. The others were not much better off.

An Ran, this is tantamount to killing one's own people!

Has she gone mad?

"Take a look at this."

An Ran didn't turn around, but threw a small media player in front of the others.

This recording documented the entire process of the Star Alliance Grandmasters and demons attacking her, so no further explanation is needed.

“Tell me, or I’ll kill you right now!” An Ran continued to press.

After watching for only a few dozen seconds, the Allied Grandmaster roughly understood what was going on. The Star Alliance group was immediately isolated, and no one suspected that it was a fake.

Admiral Carol remained unfazed and rebuked, "Even if they are wrong, they are still members of my Star Alliance. This is not for you to handle!"

"is it?"

An Ran turned her head with a cold face, her blood-red eyes revealing a hint of eeriness.

Carol retorted, "Whatever his mistake, the Covenant Military Court will try him! As the Grand Master of the Imperial Guard, you are taking the law into your own hands by punishing our people. Are you provoking the Covenant?"

Since she's already been looked down upon, Carol isn't afraid of being looked down upon even more thoroughly.

But he forgot that An Ran was someone who didn't like to play by the rules.

"Provocation? Is provoking you such a big deal?"

boom!

An Ran suddenly punched Carol in the stomach: "Colluding with demons and plotting to murder me, this is your provocation against the Empire, and also your provocation against all mankind! I have to suspect that the Old Gods and the Zerg were also introduced by you! After all, it's the Covenant, they're capable of doing this kind of thing."

"You, you're spouting nonsense!"

"We're all adults here, who do you think you can fool?"

An Ran turned to look at the grandmaster she had captured: "Tell me, who else was involved in this? If you don't tell me, I'll kill you right now!"

"It's Faulkner! Faulkner's involved too!" the master shouted.

Faulkner's expression changed drastically: "Don't throw mud at us like that. Are all people from your Star Alliance this shameless?"

“I have evidence. Faulkner conspired with us to get rid of you. I recorded the scene with a rubbing stone, and rubbing stones cannot be tampered with!”

An Ran tossed the grandmaster aside and looked at Faulkner with a half-smile: "Your Excellency, this is treason!"

In an instant, everyone distanced themselves from Faulkner, leaving him alone to confront Anran, and even the Star Alliance paid no attention to him.

Chapter 21 This is the real Demon King

There was utter silence in the deep space.

Only the sound transmitted through energy could slightly lessen the deathly silence.

However, the topic we are discussing right now is not something that can bring any pleasure.

Anran and Faulkner stood in the middle of the crowd, a suffocating atmosphere enveloping the starry sky.

Aside from the Star Alliance members, who were probably thinking something, everyone else was just waiting to see what would happen.

They were eager to see how this drama would unfold, whether it would end in a spectacular fashion or a compromise.

Faulkner felt a chill run down his spine. He kept giving An Ran meaningful glances and said, "Chief of the Guard, you and I both serve the Empire. I think you know what the relationship is between the Covenant and the Empire. They'd love for us to die! Don't be fooled by their current aid to us; it's out of necessity. They're the ones making the most demands among the Allied forces. Who knows what other dirty schemes they have up their sleeves?"

“Faulkner, don’t talk nonsense!” Carroll shouted angrily.

“Heh…” Faulkner didn’t even turn his head, just sneered, “Chief of the Guard, you better not fall for their tricks. They want to see us kill each other right now, so that they can greatly weaken the Empire’s strength.”

Faulkner was gambling. He appeared calm and collected on the surface, but inside he was panicking. However, he believed that even if the Star Alliance had evidence, they wouldn't dare to easily take out the imprint stone.

Once the imprint stone is made public, Faulkner's treason will be confirmed, but the Covenant's reputation as a traitor disguised as reinforcements will also be confirmed.

Although everyone has already accepted this, having evidence and not having evidence are two completely different worlds.

There aren't many countries in this world, and the Star Alliance can hardly be called the world's policeman. Even the relatively weaker Star Sphere isn't something it can just kick at whenever it wants.

You want evidence, right?

An Ran nodded and turned to look at the Grandmaster from the Star Alliance.

"Produce the evidence!"

The fleeting, chilling light made the grandmaster's heart clench, and he was reminded of the time when he was under An Ran's control.

"I……"

At that moment, Carol's gaze drifted over, and he glared at her fiercely.

He kept cursing inwardly.

What are you waiting for? Deny it now!

Grass!

Is this something you can just talk about? How stupid! Did you lose your mind?

You are currently under the protection of the Star Alliance. Unless the ancient god Suleien brings people over, no one can do anything to you. What is there to be afraid of?

Carol was furious at the grandmaster's cowardly appearance.

This is a complete disgrace to the Star Alliance. Just look at the expressions on the faces of the onlookers.

—Ah, are the Grandmasters of the Star Alliance really this fragile? They almost peed themselves just from being glared at. How did they even get promoted to Grandmaster?

That's what people who don't know the truth think.

Only those who have truly experienced the bloody incident of An Ran killing three grandmasters in a few minutes can understand the immense pressure faced by those grandmasters.

He hadn't experienced this kind of battle in so long, and he never knew that even a grandmaster's life could be so fragile.

Fear had become a nightmare in his heart; black arms wrapped around his limbs, making it hard for him to breathe.

If he hesitated even a moment longer, he would be torn to pieces by the Grim Reaper before him.

With such a near-collapsed state of mind, the Covenant Grandmaster ignored Carol's gaze.

"Six minutes left."

The voice of death suddenly resounded in his heart. The Star Alliance Grandmaster trembled and immediately shouted, "Immediately, I'll give it to you right away!"

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket.

Except for An Ran, everyone's expression turned strange.

The onlookers felt a sense of disbelief; some even suspected that the man was an Anran spy planted within the Covenant.

Faulkner shook his head in disbelief. "Are you in cahoots with Anran, or is this all a setup by the Covenant?"