Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Under the golden light of the Holy Judgment Sword, a stack of subspace boxes had appeared in An Ran's hands.

Even the ancient gods with their keen observation skills failed to notice An Ran's subtle movements.

The current distance is over a thousand kilometers, and the nearest Grandmaster to Sulaiman is about sixty kilometers away. If we don't consider the chain reaction, this position can ensure that the explosion will only hit Sulaiman.

but……

An Ran glanced at the small whirlpools around her, which made it hard not to have some thoughts.

An Ran walked over calmly, each step she took demonstrating the effect of "shrinking the earth to an inch". The demon lords who were fighting stopped, staring at An Ran with suspicion. They wanted to tear An Ran to pieces, but were also intimidated by the beauty of that sword.

The only one we can rely on is the powerful Sulaiman.

But that wolf-headed monster is still blowing circles!

"What is it doing? It's almost in front of us!"

"No matter how strong it is, as long as it's not at the Dominator level, it's impossible for it to withstand a sword strike without getting injured!"

"If it were truly the ruler, we would have died long ago."

Several demon lords watched anxiously, flapping their wings twice, but none dared to go and stop An Ran. Meanwhile, the Grandmasters on the Empire's side, having been severely injured by Sulaiman, also dared not provoke him.

Sulayne is not as calm as it appears on the surface.

Both sacrifice and summoning take time, and the intimidation effect didn't work on Anran, so they can only try their best.

"almost!"

When they were about 20 kilometers away from Sulaiman, the sword of holy judgment, which was more than 40 meters long, moved.

The flowing golden light attracted the attention of countless people. It was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, carrying the hopes of countless people, and slowly pointing towards the location of Sulaiman.

brush brush --

In an instant, ten consecutive light bullets flew out from the sword light of the Holy Judgment Sword.

Listen to thunder in a silent place!

The sound of a heartbeat became a heavy evening drum.

The pulsation of blood within the cranial cavity was like the crashing of ocean waves.

The once lifeless world was shattered by the light blast, and suddenly became colorful.

However, the sword light of the Holy Judgment Sword did not strike as everyone had expected.

Sulaien, who had been squinting and bracing himself for the sword strike, suddenly widened his eyes – it was a trap!

The thought flashed through its mind.

Although he didn't know what kind of trap it was, he felt a chilling sense of danger as it grabbed his legs.

bang bang bang

Ten consecutive light bullets slammed into Sulaiman's massive body, and the previously misty red space suddenly surged and churned.

A massive counter-clockwise vortex appeared on the already uneasy sea of ​​stars, swallowing not only Sulaiman whole, but also the halos emanating from the four opposite corners of his head.

The eyes of the empire's grandmasters all bulged out, and no one paid attention to the fact that the grandmaster who was nearby almost failed to escape.

"What exactly happened?"

"Won't I get instantly killed again this time?"

"You must be joking, I would never believe such a thing."

"But it's true that I can't sense it anymore."

The expressions of those demon lords became even more varied.

If Sulaiman dies, wouldn't it be suicide for them to face so many angry human grandmasters?

The demon lords were considering retreating, and they planned to leave quietly while the humans were still in shock.

But at that moment, a continuous howling sound suddenly came from the vast starry sky.

Even Laplace, who was adjusting the equipment at the edge of the Sky Mirror, heard it.

The sound pierced through time and crossed vast distances, becoming increasingly profound and ancient as it traveled.

The voice seemed not to come from the depths of the heavenly realm, but from the human heart; it was a protest against an indignant fate.

That sound was a roar against the world.

Laplace's face changed drastically; he turned ashen, and large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Lifeline employees immediately noticed his unusual behavior: "Hey, Laplace, are you alright?"

"I……"

Laplace's hands trembled; he was as if under a spell, unable to move, and his voice no longer sounded like his own.

"Hey, hey, answer me, hey?"

This is a live news broadcast! If something happens to the reporter, how can the broadcast continue?

Laplace gritted his teeth and used all his strength to finally clench his right fist. It was at this moment that he broke free from that strange state.

In a trembling voice, he asked, "Have you heard any strange noises?"

"Strange sound? What strange sound?"

Countless questions also floated across the screens used to display audience feedback.

It's been muted since just now, hasn't it?

I've been watching the silent film for two minutes now.

[Is the reporter hallucinating?]

I didn't hear it.

But the sound is still there!

Laplace kept howling, and he even thought he had returned to a summer night many years ago, when he was a child, huddled in his blankets in a country cottage, listening to the creaking sounds coming from the window.

The police later told him that it was an indiscriminate serial killer trying to break into the cabin.

Death is so close.

Laplace believed he would go to war zones for explosive news, and he actually did.

He searched for An Ran's figure amidst the swarms of insects and eventually became famous.

It would be great to be famous.

There were countless invitations and an endless supply of money.

The problem is, you can only enjoy all of this if you're alive.

He felt that cold aura again.

"Since everything's alright, let's continue the live stream," a company executive said.

Laplace took a breath of oxygen, which cleared his muddled mind considerably.

He turned and pushed open the door of the capsule-style live-streaming room, leaving behind a bewildered audience. He was met with an angry question from the higher-ups: "Laplace, what exactly do you want to do? I'm telling you, even if you're sick right now, you have to finish this live stream completely. Even if you collapse in the studio, you have to quietly wait for your replacement! Get back here now, or you can expect a court summons!"

"Idiot!"

Laplace gave the middle finger to the company's senior management.

"I've earned enough to pay the penalty for breach of contract. If you want to die, then go ahead and do it yourselves. I'm not putting up with this anymore! I want to live, to do more meaningful things. If you ask me, you should hurry up and evacuate everyone near the Sky Mirror. Things are about to change!"

"Damn it, Laplace, you're asking for it! Listen to me—beep beep... beep."

Laplace hung up the communication and crawled into the tiny aircraft next to him.

His escape began.

Laplace's escape had barely begun when he encountered Bono, the journalist who was always at odds with him.

"What a pity, you beat me to it."

Bono's phantom sighed, but he quickly straightened his back: "Haha, but your actions just now have completely enraged your company's executives and viewers, haven't they? Now, I, Bono, will help you complete this news broadcast."

Oh.

Laplace sneered: "If you don't want to die, you'd better turn around now."

"Tch~ You're just afraid of dying, do you think everyone else is like you? Just wait and see me, Bono, become the rising star of the Imperial press! Useless!"

“I’m in a rush to attend your funeral tomorrow,” Laplace muttered to himself.

He looked up and suddenly realized that the Bono phantom in front of him had disappeared.

Laplace's expression changed, and he quickly turned on the monitor at the back of the spaceship, where he saw the scene of Bono's spaceship slowly coming to a stop.

"!"

"Hey!"

Laplace tapped the communication button a few times.

"Bono, hey Bono, answer me!"

Laplace received no further replies, and Bono, sitting in the driver's seat, had lost himself.

He turned on the live stream channel without permission, gave the camera a sinister smile, and then began to dismember himself from his chest with a knife.

"Ahhh-"

Laplace was so terrified that he smashed the buttons; he went mad, completely mad.

He pushed the spaceship to its maximum speed and quickly escaped the Sky Mirror.

What kind of bullshit "Sky Mirror" is this? This place is clearly hell.

……

"What's wrong with you guys? Hey, talk to me! Hey, put down your guns!"

On a battleship, the people in the cockpit never expected that after the soldiers who shouted "Panda Cult" were locked up, a crisis would still erupt from the cockpit.

The pilot was fine just moments before, but suddenly he pulled the lever to the side. If it weren't for the AI ​​lock on the spaceship, they would have crashed into the warship next to them.

"Put the gun down... uh."