Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"It's a flying crocodile!"

"Where are the air defense troops? Where did they go?"

"There are warships, warships of the Empire!"

As former citizens of the Empire, they were all too familiar with the mysterious flower symbol.

It wasn't until the Imperial warships were within sight that the leaders of the Yaren system's self-organized counterattack team realized something was wrong.

Their reconnaissance equipment malfunctioned!

"Counterattack! Counterattack! Counterattack!"

The counterattack begins now!

When the counter-attack team reached their warships, they suddenly realized that not only were their reconnaissance equipment disabled, but their warships were also paralyzed.

The counter-attack was over before it even began.

The commander of the counterattack team looked extremely grim. He knew that the Empire had emerged from its lowest point, but he never expected that the Empire's fleet would arrive here before the capital star system was even fully integrated.

"Sir, it seems like things have suddenly gotten heated outside."

The counterattack captain waved his hand, annoyed, and said, "Haven't they been arguing for ages already?"

The person who came to report cautiously said, "Sir, this time it's a little different."

"What's different?"

"At first they were screaming in terror, but now they're cheering."

What?

The counterattack captain suddenly stood up.

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Several large characters were hanging on a pillar outside the office—

Citizens of the Yaren Galaxy form their own counterattack team!

What is a citizen self-organization? It means that citizens spontaneously form organizations.

Their organization was indeed elected by the citizens of the Yaren Galaxy; it is a temporary government that acts according to the will of the people.

However, the government has not yet abandoned its original intentions, and the citizens outside have abandoned them first, cheering for the arrival of the imperial army.

Is this even something a human being would do?

"Damn it!"

As a cultured person, the counter-attack team's leader generally doesn't swear, unless he can't help it.

"If that's the case, why did they vote for the new government in the first place!"

He was so angry that he stormed out of the office.

Imperial soldiers who came to the provisional government to quell the situation saw a middle-aged man rush out. They originally wanted to grab him back, but the leader shook his head: "The situation is settled. There's no need for trouble. Just go to the interstellar channel and announce the dissolution of the new government."

"Yes!"

Nobody cares about that person anymore.

In fact, even the Imperial Guard found it incredible.

If they hadn't experienced it for themselves, they would have thought they were dreaming.

Without bloodshed, this is truly without bloodshed!

First, they blocked all of the enemy's reconnaissance equipment, and then they paralyzed all the ground-based air defense systems by infiltrating the spiritual network. Of course, the only one capable of doing this is Anran.

An Ran made a move, but she didn't actually "take action." After all, who knows which mechanic did what?

After that, An Ran walked out of the warship. She had only come out to keep things in order, but who knows why such an incredible change occurred.

Just crazy!

The counter-attack team commander was pushing and shoving through the crowd; all he could hear was the constant shouting around him.

One minute they're calling him "Your Majesty the Ruler," the next they're calling him "Your Highness the Holy Maiden"—it's almost like they're chasing after a celebrity.

"Let's let one let, let one let!"

boom!

The counterattack captain bumped his head into something soft. His face flushed slightly, and he stood up to apologize, only to be met with a chubby panda butt.

Of course, this is just a life-size panda plush toy; real pandas would never be allowed to roam freely in the streets.

"Are you OK?"

The girl in front turned her head and said.

"I'm fine," the counterattack captain said.

"That's good. Be careful, there are a lot of people here."

After saying that, the girl turned her head away.

That's all?

And just like that, it's gone.

The counterattack captain looked miserable. Was he really that powerless as the counterattack captain?

No one recognized me even when I was standing right in front of them.

At this moment, he also noticed the abnormality around him. A quick glance revealed at least three or four people holding panda plush toys. Although the number of people was small, you usually wouldn't see a single person on the street.

"Your Highness, look here!"

"Ahhh!"

"Etc., etc!"

The counterattack captain was almost pushed to the ground. He stood on tiptoe and finally saw who was standing in the middle of the dispersed crowd.

safely!

The Imperial Guard Chief!

After being bombarded with news for half a month, this face has been deeply imprinted in his heart.

"No wonder."

The counterattack captain had a sudden realization.

Most people in this world have a hero complex.

Although some people say time and again that heroes are made by the times, the story of heroes making the times is more popular with the public.

An Ran, who led the charge in killing the Ancient God, is undoubtedly a hero in the eyes of the Empire. An Ran's prestige in the Empire has reached its peak, even surpassing that of Orina.

This is why An Ran can confidently say that she didn't become the ruler of the empire not because she couldn't, but because she didn't want to.

"Everyone, calm down, calm down!"

An Ran quickly shouted, "If it weren't for the protection of the domain power, these imperial citizens would probably have pounced on us."

"Your Highness, please sign your name for me!"

A girl squeezed to the front, raised her panda plush toy, and shouted loudly.

An Ran's smile froze.

panda.

She seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

Why did you bring a panda plush toy with you?

An Ran walked up to him and asked, and screams immediately erupted from the surrounding area.

The girl exclaimed with delight, "Your Highness, this is a token of faith for the Panda Cult members!"

Ok?

Where did you buy this?

The young woman said respectfully, "Your Highness, this was commissioned by my father through a friend! My father was fortunate enough to participate in the war that determined the fate of the empire. He retired early due to injury some time ago. It was my father who made me realize the greatness of the Panda Cult and Your Highness!"

"emmm..."

Although it sounds a bit embarrassing, Anran found that the first Panda Cult members were incredibly good at proselytizing!

As a result, offline organizations have already developed.

An Ran had this idea before, and now she is even more determined to believe it.

"Faith is faith, a spiritual sustenance, but it is not the entirety of life. You must not let your faith disrupt your own life or the lives of those around you," An Ran said to the girl after signing her name.

The girl's eyes sparkled.

Her Highness is so handsome!

After spending some time getting out of the crowd, Visa's admiration for Anran grew stronger.

This is a true master, a true nobleman!

Compared to An Ran, he felt that calling himself a "salted fish" (a derogatory term for someone who is lazy and unambitious) was an understatement.

The announcement of the return of the Yaren Galaxy to the Empire caused a great shock in the Red Mist Island region, leaving many forces, large and small, in a state of bewilderment. It was all too fast and too sudden.

It was this suddenness that left them feeling bewildered.

"I heard An Ran made a move. Isn't she breaking the rules?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense. Nobody knows if she actually made a move or not, right?"

The overall strength of the Red Mist Island region was even inferior to that of the Black Tide region. Therefore, when the citizens of the Yaren Star System formed a counterattack team and disbanded, other forces, no matter how dissatisfied they were, dared not speak out and could only silently surrender.

Those who should be arrested will be arrested, and those who should be released will be released.

For those who were really difficult to deal with, Anran simply assigned them tasks to the Assassin's Ladder and let them handle them.

Assassination politics, best politics.

It may be a bit petty, but it's simple, crude, and unreasonable.