Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"It needs to be injured to divert its attention elsewhere."

Whether using a substitute doll or restoring extremely low health, it takes time. If Sulaiman keeps chasing An Ran, she won't be able to unleash her strongest fighting power.

Anran held tightly to the initial glory.

This time, she finally heard Sulaiman say something other than "I've seen through you."

"Humans are indeed creatures that don't easily admit defeat."

"Heh..." An Ran laughed, "Because you're not strong enough to make me easily admit defeat!"

The initial glory slowly rotated, leaving a series of afterimages in its trajectory, somewhat like a rotating electric fan.

Slow sword can be the fastest!

"Suffer to death!"

An Ran rushed towards one of Su Lai En's illusory figures.

The initial brilliance and the indistinct shadow of the fist collided.

Friendships are forged through fists, and skill is determined by swords.

Everyone originally thought this would be a thrilling battle, one that would at least last for several minutes, if not a fierce fight.

This would allow Samuel and his group to bypass the Demon Lord and attack Lonca's true form. However, their plan, though well-intentioned, ended tragically.

"oops--"

Sulaien's clone punched An Ran in the eye socket, and before An Ran could react, another punch landed on her chest.

whoosh-

An Ran flew at a speed comparable to the speed of light, leaving a trail of blood behind. He was punched into the spatial vortex that Su Lai En had just created, and disappeared without a trace.

"!!!"

Everyone was shocked.

Everyone knows that An Ran has a special ability to shield herself from damage.

Even when she was ambushed and surrounded by the Demon Lord and the Star Alliance before, An Ran looked disheveled but was not injured. But this time she was actually injured!

Sure enough, not being injured didn't mean she wouldn't get hurt; it just meant the damage wasn't high enough to break through that barrier.

Now that barrier has finally been broken!

The speculation was confirmed, but the people in the Combined Fleet were not excited at all.

"It's over!"

Dolores covered her eyes in despair. They had seriously underestimated the Ancient Gods. Even An Ran, who could kill a Grandmaster with a single sword strike, had been defeated without any doubt. They, too, could not escape punishment.

Dolores had already foreseen that tragic future.

With both ancient gods regaining their full power, since Sulaiman could revive Longka, he could certainly revive even more ancient gods. The era of the ancient gods would return. If there were only about ten Sulaimen, this world would be destroyed by them.

The Empire will be swept into the dustbin first, but the Star Circle will soon follow in its footsteps.

If all the factions had increased their attention from the beginning, Sulaiman would never have been able to grow, and Longka would never have been able to be resurrected.

The Star Alliance members will probably regret it too, regretting that they were thinking of plotting against others in such a big picture.

"Ah ah ah..."

Commander Satorkazzi clutched his head, nearly collapsing.

The moment An Ran was knocked away, he felt like the sky was about to fall.

It's like the feeling of an emperor passing away.

"Buzz!"

The few dotted lines extending from Longka's wings finally broke through the two grandmasters' defenses and successfully seized their hearts.

Samuel, who had just shattered the Demon Lord's body, was completely unaware of the abnormality of the two grandmasters.

He thought he could finally attack Longa's main body, until he was stopped by someone.

"What are you doing?" Samuel frowned.

"It's too dangerous here. We can't just stand by and watch you go to your death!"

"We're all going to die sooner or later anyway, so why worry about this kind of thing now?"

Samuel waved his hand, intending to push the two grandmasters aside, and then he was hit.

A blow imbued with murderous intent pierced his chest, and even the imposing phantom of the Sky Knight was instantly shattered.

"you……"

Samuel vomited three liters of blood.

Such a close-range sneak attack is something even a grandmaster couldn't withstand.

The grandmaster who came with Samuel finally realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

Longka already controls four Grandmasters.

He looked back at his other companions, and their eyes were all strange; they would be captured by Longka sooner or later.

Meanwhile, Sulaiman, who had just knocked Anran away, was still watching intently from the sidelines, and the situation was hopeless.

They failed to notice that Anran's mechanical legion was still launching a relentless attack.

……

An Ran, who was swept into the alternate dimension, still had 46% of her health remaining.

"Thank goodness, if I had been hit again, I might not have been able to move at all."

An Ran was still waiting. When her health dropped below 30%, she received a critical condition warning and triggered the third stage of berserk mode.

"coming!"

An Ran took out the item "Revival Wind" obtained from the main quest.

Two consecutive strikes landed at her feet, and Anran's health was instantly restored to full while bathed in the healing array.

The debuffs were naturally removed, and although the health was fully restored, the Berserk buff still lasted for more than 9 minutes.

The skill [Guardian Ship] is activated again, and Anran's total resistance is directly increased by 55%.

With the buff from the Berserk state, the Strength and Agility attributes also reached 3192 and 3144 respectively, almost doubling compared to the base attributes.

"A substitute doll!"

The teddy bear that appeared in front of Anran swelled up.

Just like a magical girl transforming, she turned into a brand new, naked clone of Anran a few seconds later.

Even upon close inspection, it's impossible to tell which one is real and which one is fake.

This clone, now possessing 80% of its power, is no ordinary grandmaster.

After dressing her clone in combat gear, An Ran sighed as she looked at the news coming from the outside world.

"This is so hard, really, I have to be both a dad and a mom, damn it, it's so annoying!"

She took a deep breath and resumed her actions.

A moment later, An Ran, tearing through space, swept away a controlled Grandmaster who was blocking her way with a single sword strike. With her left hand, she grabbed the critically injured and dying Samuel and tossed him to the panda's side.

After all, he's a grandmaster; he won't die anytime soon.

"An, Anran?"

"She's not dead?"

"So what if you didn't die? The outcome is still the same."

Just as everyone was surprised that An Ran was still alive, her clone also jumped out from the alternate dimension.

The ancient god Suleiman, who had been brutally beating a grandmaster, stopped.

He looked at his own clone, then at An Ran's clone.

"Now, it's my turn!"

Chapter 30 Time constitutes life, and I dance within time.

If we only look at the attributes, the greatly enhanced Anran is no less than Sulaiman.

But it's just an attribute, and Anran only has less than ten minutes of time.

She must severely injure one of the two ancient gods within these ten minutes, or she will have no choice but to run away.

"What we need to be most wary of is Sulaiman's learning ability, and also..."

An Ran's true form looked at the winged serpent Longka, whose size had increased and who was now smiling.

So far, this new ancient god has only demonstrated one special ability: manipulating people's minds.

But the fact that it was the first thing that Sulaiman managed to revive certainly means it's not that simple.

"Hey……"

An Ran called out to the five masters who were still able to maintain their composure.

"Even if you combine your strength, it will be difficult to defeat Longa."

An Ran wasn't wrong about that.

The most elite of the Imperial Grandmasters are mostly in the Royal Knights.

Unfortunately, several of the Royal Knights' most powerful masters perished in the interdimensional rift, and the rest of the main force remained at the source of chaos, waiting for Ronald's return.

That's why they couldn't escape Sulaiman's first wave of attacks; some were injured, and some died.

The remaining grandmasters are mostly around level 150, and they can indeed be described as "young".

Five against one and still getting killed is embarrassing, but considering the opponent is 10 levels higher and has ten times more health, it's understandable.

Even though they could understand, those grandmasters were still a little unhappy about being pointed at like that by An Ran.