Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Then, the knight took out a cube with sides of more than 20 centimeters. He pressed on the cube, and it immediately broke into countless fragments, which wrapped around his body and began to rotate. Just two seconds later, a set of shiny armor was put on the warhammer.

Then Warhammer took out dozens of automated flying machines and a pair of lightsabers from the warp box.

That's not all; he also has automated turrets, deep-space torpedoes, neurotoxin launchers...

However, just as Warhammer was taking things out of the warp box, the roof of the house he was in was suddenly ripped off.

"You've come at the perfect time!"

With a roar, Zhan Chui raised his lightsaber and prepared to swing it down.

But then he froze.

Because he had already clearly seen through his opponent.

In the sky outside the house, more than 200 aircraft with different functions were watching him intently.

There were also five metal heads huddled together, like they were watching some strange animal in a cage. They were clearly five giant mechs, each over 20 meters tall.

No, the enemy has far more weapons than that.

The cannons that attacked them earlier are still standing there.

The people who rushed out of the house were all wearing suits of armor that emitted a cold blue light.

Seeing its opponent, whose mechanization was far superior, Warhammer was stunned.

"You're telling me this is a religion that practices spiritual worship?"

Hahaha, you must be kidding, right? That's right, it's definitely because he's under an illusion!

Lyranos's trembling voice came through the private channel.

My skills can't silence these things, Warhammer, you'd better pray for yourself.

Grass!

Warhammer angrily slapped his thigh.

A level 120 mech.

A class 112 aircraft.

What's the point of even hitting it!

"Punish them! Let these heretics experience the cruelest punishment!"

A loud shout came from inside the mech.

Before the mechs outside the house could push down the walls and rush in, Warhammer silently retrieved everything he had just released, except for a lightsaber.

They were all put into the subspace box.

If you die then, the chance of it falling will be very small.

"I said, I'll walk by myself!"

Warhammer gave the Protoss cultists outside the gate the middle finger.

He knew all too well how “cruel” the Protoss’s methods of punishing heretics were.

Although he, as a player, wouldn't feel any pain, the thought of that scene made Warhammer's body tremble involuntarily.

He didn't want to be bothered with sticks.

"catch him!"

puff-

The lightsaber plunged straight into the heart.

Warhammer immediately received a game notification.

Weakness Critical Hit!

That wasn't enough; he drew his sword and stabbed himself in the chest twice more.

Because a partial censorship mode was enabled, Warhammer only saw a few wounds on his body, but to the followers of the Cult of Protoss, Warhammer's blood spurted several meters away.

Such fierce determination!

Even the fanatical followers of the Protoss were somewhat moved at this moment.

but……

"Heretics, don't think we'll let you go just because you're dead!"

Warhammer's consciousness has returned to the resurrection point of the temporary base that Anran established on the edge of the Hogs Galaxy.

But his body will take another ten seconds to disappear.

For masters above level 100, they can finish more than ten times in 10 seconds.

This is no joke, they are really fast!

A mech outside reached out and pulled Warhammer's corpse out.

Suddenly, a "needle" appeared in its hand.

Then something that can only be understood but not explained happened.

Lyranos, lying below, stared in disbelief at the scene.

"That's too brutal!"

What's even more brutal is that, because his waist was broken, he couldn't use his hands to help, making it impossible for him to quickly return to the respawn point.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

In a panic, Lyranos frantically pressed the suicide button.

This feature was originally designed to prevent players from getting stuck in a certain place—for example, falling into a valley and not being able to get out.

Lyranos was very fortunate; he would have been doomed without this feature.

He was also annoyed, wondering why he had to read the note for 10 seconds.

I rub!

He was grabbed by a mech, and the "needle" was already being held up in front of him.

He finally received the game notification.

"My God!"

At the base's respawn point, Lyranos patted his chest, panting heavily, as if he had just been rescued from suffocation.

"what happened to you?"

Warhammer looked at Lyranos with a puzzled expression.

Why does he look like he's indulging in excessive sexual activity?

"fine."

Lyranos shook his head.

No, we can't tell anyone about that.

This is so incredibly embarrassing! If word gets out, how will he ever face anyone again?

Actually, upon closer reflection, it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with it.

After they die, the bodies they leave behind have no connection to them anymore.

What was being manipulated was just a bunch of insignificant data.

With this thought, Lyranos suddenly perked up again.

"baffling."

Warhammer shook his head.

He presented the intelligence he had just gathered to Ibn and gained a lot of experience.

"Does it consider itself an evil cult? Well, these days there are plenty of people who believe in anything. It's not incomprehensible to put evil on the table, and that might actually attract more people."

An Ran nodded.

“We can’t just stay here until we’ve gathered all the information. We need to find a way to cause some trouble for the Protoss. Here’s what we’ll do…” Anran said to Ibn, “Select a group of strangers, provide them with spaceships and equipment, and have them disguise themselves as space pirates to cause trouble for the Protoss!”

"Yes."

Ibn had no objection.

Why should An Ran care about his money? After all, those strangers won't die.

"Waaaaah..."

After communication with Ibn was cut off, Anran's gaze fell on Jill in front of her.

Because she failed to complete the training on time, Jill was safely tied to a pillar with a sturdy rope.

"I was wrong, I will never do it again. Please forgive me this time, Lady Anran!"

Jill stared tremblingly at the long whip in An Ran's hand.

Her chest was bound very tightly.

If An Ran weren't a woman, she would have suspected that she might be about to lose her virginity.

That won't do. She's not married yet. Keeping her body intact will make it easier for her to freeload later.

"It's too late to admit your mistake now! Hehehe... Since you've made a mistake, then you should accept the punishment!"

Anran smiled and walked towards Jill.

Jill closed her eyes in despair.

But the expected pain did not occur.

Instead, the clothes on her belly were lifted up, and a soft brush suddenly began to brush her belly.

"Hahaha, stop tickling me, haha, stop it, don't move..."

Jill gave in a few seconds later.

Jill's "unwavering will" is just that real.