Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The sinful domain that had been blocking the advance of the Holy Judgment Sword collapsed instantly. The serrated dagger covered with a layer of moonlight turned into starlight, and the pure white horn finally succumbed to the pressure and broke off in half.

An Ran watched as a line of seven-colored instructions appeared on the half-white corner—

God-tier material.

puff--

At that moment, the enraged Sulaiman headbutted Anran in the stomach, the sharp edges piercing through Anran's body.

"Go away!"

The chaotic airflow that burst forth from the broken, pure white corner created countless cracks on An Ran's body and threw her into another dimension.

Looking at the more than 30 damage values ​​that appeared above her head, An Ran was not worried at all, because Sulaiman had taken even more damage, and its maximum health had been reduced by a quarter!

"So the horns were the real thing! As long as we break the remaining three pairs of horns, it should be completely dead!"

"Ahhhh-"

Sulein roared silently, grabbing the flying pure white horn and desperately trying to press it onto its head.

However, a broken mirror cannot be mended, and broken corners cannot be put back together.

"You're kidding me!"

An Ran gritted her teeth, and with a burst of sword energy from the Holy Judgment Sword, she instantly returned to Sulaiman's front and began to fight him.

An Ran aimed every sword strike at Su Lai En's pair of purple horns, even though this wide-ranging swordplay would cause her to suffer countless avoidable blows.

But for An Ran now, Su Lai En doesn't have the ability to kill her instantly. The health bar is just a bunch of meaningless numbers. Only the two-minute countdown of the buff countdown is real life.

Cherish time, cherish life!

"Ahhhh-"

Bric was stunned. This unbelievable scene before his eyes became the best painkiller, making him completely forget the excruciating pain all over his body caused by releasing the time cage.

The fight between Anran and Sulaiman didn't look glamorous at all.

It's far inferior to Barcelona's Arrow of Fate, not to mention compared to Bric's Time Prison, filled with heavy metal industrial frenzy.

It's not even in the same league as the bombardment of warships.

"This is a no-holds-barred fighting tournament!"

Setting aside the Holy Judgment Sword in An Ran's hand, it was like two boxers standing in a ring, engaging in a life-or-death duel in the simplest of postures.

Every punch could produce splattered blood and sweat, every punch could make one's blood boil.

When An Ran strikes Su Lai En's horn with her sword, Su Lai En will surely retaliate.

Instead of cheering, the audience responded with relentless attacks.

Bassa rubbed his chest and said in the public chat, "I never imagined that a mechanic's body could be this strong!"

"Only a monster of Sulaiman's caliber could break through her defenses. No wonder she was never injured before."

If Sulaiman is a monster, then what is Anran?

Is she even human anymore?

"That's good, at least I can focus on outputting damage!"

wow-

At this moment, after the relentless fighting, Sulaiman's second pair of horns finally broke off. The power of the Sin Domain released from the purple horn bound An Ran like a dumpling. Before Sulaiman could even make a move to pursue, a fierce whip from the Imperial Grandmaster caused its body to shake violently a few times.

"Strike while the iron is hot and create an opportunity for An Ran!"

Anyone with half a brain could see that Sulaiman had weakened. If they didn't pursue him now, they would be playing with their lives.

Although those grandmasters who were in relatively good condition did not unleash their full potential like Bric and Bassé, they did not hold back at all, unleashing wave after wave of roaring energy upon Sulaiman.

No matter how much Sulain struggled, it was still blown about, nearly losing two horns that almost killed it. Moreover, it had already burned through half its own health to save Longka. If Sulain's regenerative abilities weren't comparable to Anran's, who was practically cheating, it would have been killed long ago.

"Come on, let's continue!"

Having broken free from the realm of sin, An Ran rushed in front of Su Lai En again and began to fight him.

With just over a minute left, the battle had completely shed all pretense and become a marathon race where the two were racing against time.

Anran's health was dropping rapidly and couldn't recover under such intense attacks, but Sulaiman's situation wasn't much better. If you only looked at the current health, Anran even had 200,000 more health points than Sulaiman.

Just as An Ran was about to achieve final victory if the fight continued like this, a smile suddenly appeared on the face of Su Lai En, whose head was covered in blood and whose face was contorted with rage.

Having lived for nearly a thousand years, how could it die here so easily!

The pair of blue horns lit up for the first time.

Ding!

【violent】

An Ran noticed that Su Lai En had a new buff above his head.

The pair of blue horns began to melt away, and Sulaiman's maximum health was reduced by another quarter.

An Ran subconsciously tossed a [Wind of Resurgence] at her feet, while also holding an item in her hand that could teleport her to another dimension at any time.

"Ahhh-"

When the blue horn completely disappeared, Sulai's body began to twist strangely. As it twisted, all the injuries that An Ran had inflicted on it were healed, and the outstretched wings turned into a pair of arms.

"You're dead today!"

An Ran understood Su Lai En's lip movements, which frightened her so much that she quickly ate several more recovery packs that restored 30,000 HP at a time.

boom!

The first punch landed, and An Ran's shoulder slumped.

With the second punch, the light on the Holy Judgment Sword completely dissipated.

With the third punch landed, after calculating the approximate health of both sides, An Ran, holding back the last thirty seconds, activated the now somewhat ineffective clone skill of the Swift Sword Saint class.

Boom!

Her body was instantly shattered into stardust by Sulaien's fist, and all the health points she had painstakingly recovered with the healing array were lost. But it was precisely because of this that An Ran was not killed by Sulaien's punch.

At that moment, two clones that appeared in front of Sulaiman reached out and caught the Holy Judgment Sword that An Ran had left behind.

What they need to do is very simple.

In the split second before Sulaiman's arms could retract, he gripped the sword hilt and thrust it forward.

Stab it!

The Holy Judgment Sword easily pierced through Sulaiman's chest. The once dim Sword of Faith seemed to have found its home, bursting forth with a dazzling light like a star.

Pula, Anran's two clones instantly disintegrated, and even Anran's own body took several seconds to recover.

"Almost."

She clutched her chest, which heaved violently, and it took her a long time to calm down.

Sulai's critical hit reduced her health to 21, and she was almost unable to move. Keep in mind that Anran's health has doubled, which means she only has less than one-tenth of her health left.

It's just that Void's body is special; otherwise, all those negative buffs would have made Anran collapse immediately.

An Ran looked at Su Lai En across from her.

Sulaiman, whose core had been pierced by the Holy Judgment Sword, began to tremble.

It trembled more and more violently, and the blood-stained mouth on the wolf's head was stretched wide to near its ears.

Blue gas kept emanating from Sulai's body, and Anran watched its health points fluctuate up and down, but there was no sign of it reaching the bottom.

"Damn! This is practically unkillable! It's even more ridiculous than instant death from immunity."

An Ran wanted to leap to Sulaiman's side and deliver the final blow, but a sharp pain from the depths of her mind made her abandon the plan.

She was no longer able to actively create space.

With only 3 seconds left of the Godlike buff, Anran's health recovered to 46, and her words were transmitted.

"The rest is up to you."

Just a little bit more, just a tiny bit more!

Bric raised his head, Barce raised his head, and Satorkazzi raised his hand.

The time has come to decide the outcome.

If we can successfully kill Sulaiman here, the empire will be reborn.

"For a better tomorrow!"

One grandmaster transformed into flames, while the other raised his amethyst staff.

Like the Milky Way falling from the heavens, countless starlight fell upon the struggling Sulein, causing it to fall again just as it was about to stand up again.

But that wasn't enough; cracks also appeared on the Sword of Judgment.

"Don't even think about getting up again!"

Satorkazzi shouted and lowered his raised arm.

His ace battleship, which he had prepared long ago, set sail, laden with the anger of the Allied forces and the sorrow of countless people, and jumped to the vicinity of Sulayne.

"High Temperature Warning"

"The engine compartment is 3% damaged."

"The engine compartment is 8% damaged."

"Power compartment..."

This is a battleship that is about 7,000 meters long.

This is the culmination of human technological achievements.

Even the massive Suleiman appeared tiny in the face of a battleship.

It looked up and howled, but it couldn't move an inch from its spot, and could only watch helplessly as the battleship crashed into it.

Boom—

The Milky Way also resounded with triumphant songs.