Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Carroll is even more extraordinary.

He almost jumped over, grabbed the grandmaster by the neck, and yelled, "Where's your brain?!"

But he couldn't ask.

He could only shout angrily, "Do you even remember who you are? You are a Grandmaster of the Star Alliance, a person standing at the pinnacle of this world! No one dares to slander a Grandmaster of the Star Alliance!"

An Ran glared at him: "Saying less won't kill anyone."

Carol ignored Anran's taunts, and at that moment the Grandmaster had already taken an octahedron out of his warp belt.

It is a rubbing stone.

“This is the evidence I recorded,” he said.

Here it comes! Although we don't understand why it turned out this way, the audience should still be excited!

Once the contents of this rubbing stone are revealed, everything will become interesting.

However, some people don't want the world to become more interesting; they believe that everything should operate according to the rules they set, which is the most reasonable approach.

"You bastard!"

Carol roared and charged toward the grandmaster.

They were only a few hundred meters apart, and in the blink of an eye, Carol appeared in front of them.

All he could see was that black octahedron, and only one sentence echoed in his mind.

"Destroy it! We must destroy it! As long as we destroy it, all of this will be impossible to prove!"

At that time, no matter what An Ran says, they can turn the tables and coerce the empire into handing over more things under the pretext of continuing aid.

Boo!

However, as if passing through a viscous bubble, Carol passed directly through the master's body.

He remained frozen in place, his right hand poised forward, as if a statue.

"Ha ha……"

An Ran reached out and took the imprint stone from the master, and said with a mischievous grin, "Thank you for your cooperation."

A moment later, An Ran turned around and looked directly at Faulkner, who was about to make a move: "Elder Faulkner, do you also want to destroy this rubbing stone ahead of time?"

"I...I didn't, please don't misunderstand." Faulkner was sweating profusely.

"If it's a misunderstanding, that would be good."

While Anran and Faulkner were exchanging words, the dazed Carroll also figured out the "cause and effect" of the matter.

It's a layered space!

He clenched his fists and roared hysterically at the grandmaster: "Pol...ru...ya!"

A crimson tidal wave erupted from Carol's body, like a thousand troops launching a desperate attack in the starry sky. Especially at such close range, its overwhelming momentum was even more astonishing.

None of the spectators expected that the first to break off relations would be one of the Star Alliance members themselves.

Although Carroll was furious, he still retained some rationality, so the attack only affected Polua, Enron, and Faulkner.

"Oh shit!"

Faulkner cursed under his breath, thinking, "No wonder he's a Covenant admiral; his style is so predictable."

Just as he was about to make a defensive gesture, the calm demeanor that had been present in his confrontation with him vanished.

Bang bang bang!

Poluya, caught in the red frenzy, was already severely injured. Before he could even make a few moves to defend himself, he was hit so hard that he bled from all seven orifices and looked like a man in a terrible state.

“You actually colluded with Faulkner and Enron to frame the Covenant! You Imperial spy, die!” Carol shouted.

His shout was just loud enough for everyone present to hear.

Since the die is cast, we can only try to find another way to address it!

Another Grandmaster from the Star Alliance stepped forward, his expression serious as he addressed those around him: "We never expected that Polua would be an Imperial spy; this is truly astonishing. With a formidable enemy at hand, even if it means some losses, we must eliminate all unstable internal factors. Only in this way can we concentrate our efforts on dealing with those monsters. We implore you all to lend us a hand out of our alliance!"

He spoke passionately, but no one around him responded to him, or even gave a reply.

But that's enough!

He never expected the coalition forces to help; it was enough that they didn't interfere.

All we need to do next is get rid of An Ran and the others, and everything will be fine. The Empire is weak, and it doesn't dare to say no to the powerful Star Alliance.

They have three powerful grandmasters with them, so victory is assured!

Dolores remained silent, but she was growing increasingly agitated. The Star Alliance was determined to kill An Ran in order to erase that irrefutable evidence. They relied on their power to smear the truth, even though everyone knew the truth, there was no solid proof.

What can be done to save Anran?

Dolores was in a real bind. The Star Alliance was not going to stop, and the others clearly had no intention of intervening. She couldn't command all those Grandmasters in the Star Circle by herself. If she stepped forward, she would only be another corpse.

Is Anran really going to die here? What will happen to Juliana?

The Grandmaster of the Star Alliance looked around and then said with a smile, "In that case, let's deal with these villains from the Empire before we discuss the matter of the demons."

"What the hell am I discussing?!"

Snapped!

Just then, a figure suddenly emerged from the black hole that had split open in the space. An Ran's right arm was as smooth as glass, and she delivered a right hook that slammed into the man's face, instantly turning his face into a car crash scene.

boom!

The small-scale energy explosion forced An Ran to take several steps back, but the man she hit was in a terrible state. He transformed into a projectile fired from a planet-destroying cannon, his entire body enveloped in scorching flames, and in the blink of an eye, he tore through the starry sky, smashing the spaceship into rubble before a Star Alliance destroyer could react.

The aftershocks of the explosion threw the surrounding fleet into panic; had the ships not been far apart, it would likely have turned into a chain of explosions.

"!!!"

Everyone around was terrified!

Despite being just a mechanic, yet...

Nima!

This is not just about mechanics!

They realized a very serious problem: Anran was very likely a dual-class master.

If that's the case, then the three members of the Star Alliance might not be enough to fight.

Carroll did not stop because of this; on the contrary, he intensified his efforts. Now that he had started, there was no reason to stop.

"Ahhh-"

Polua screamed in agony amidst the crimson turmoil, his body nearly melting away. As the crimson flames grew even brighter, his lower body turned into a bloody mess.

Death is ever-present.

Polua struggled desperately to escape this lava world. He no longer cared about questioning Carol about why she did it, because he knew that Carol was stubborn and would stick to her decision to the bitter end once she made up her mind.

Instead of wasting time asking why, think about how to survive first.

"I don't want to die, I still have two hundred years to live!" Polua gritted his teeth, and the domain he had created was instantly crushed, even the skin on his face began to soften.

Ultimately, he was seriously injured during his battle with An Ran, and could no longer exert even a tenth of his strength.

It’s over.

When his right hand disappeared, Polua closed his eyes in despair.

He felt like he was trapped in a high-temperature oven; the despair of slowly waiting to die was far more painful than the physical pain itself.

"Keep dreaming!"

Just then, Polua suddenly heard the female demon's voice. He felt his body lighten, and then the intense heat that had been burning his body slowly subsided.

When he opened his eyes, Carol's hideous face had disappeared, replaced by a second fireball hurtling toward the fleet.

Boom!

Carol crashed solidly into the previous Grandmaster, and the explosion took away two nearby destroyers.

At this moment, An Ran, who was the shortest person in the entire venue, exuded the greatest presence.

She shone brighter than the star that had expanded in the explosion, and every move she made caused the surrounding onlookers to back away. Her heavenly voice suddenly sounded like a deathly requiem, filling people with fear.

"There's one more!"

Besides the surviving Poluya, there is another Covenant Grandmaster who has not yet made a move.

She saw An Ran's face, which was far more adorable than her great-granddaughter's, and a deep chill ran through her.

Among the Grandmasters of the Star Alliance, she was the youngest and also the weakest. Even Carol couldn't react to An Ran's unpredictable attacks, so she had even less confidence.

But now she has to have confidence even if she doesn't, because she's all alone here!

“You were also involved in negotiating with the traitor Faulkner, so don’t try to absolve yourself!” Anran said coldly.

Although Faulkner wasn't beaten, he didn't look much better; Anran had directly accused him of treason.

If the late emperor were still in power, even if he were branded a traitor, he wouldn't have faced severe retaliation.

But the situation is different now.

Orina was a bit of a hothead.

Anran was a pirate who only knew how to fight and kill all day long.

Treason is a capital offense!

Faulkner was confident enough that Enron would sentence him to death.

He wished he wasn't so confident.

Even when Faulkner saw Carroll and another grandmaster fly back with dark faces, he didn't relax.

Anran is too strong!

Surrounded by three Grandmasters of the Star Alliance and pointed at by thousands of Star Alliance warships, including many Star Destroyer cannons, An Ran appeared very lonely, and it seemed that the situation was about to reverse again.

"Kill her, we must kill her. If she gets away this time, we're finished."

The intelligence personnel left on the spaceship were now covered in sweat. They no longer had the mood to tease Minister Lucas about being dragged away by Admiral Carol for lessons every day.