Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The next second, the particle beam landed on the monitoring station.

The explosion severed communication between the two locations, and everything was reduced to nothing.

"What happened?"

Faris emerged from the warehouse, gazing into the distance in astonishment.

He didn't know what was happening; he only heard a cacophony of shouts.

Upon getting closer, I learned that the shouts were, "An enemy raiding force is rapidly approaching headquarters."

Faris took a breath.

"That's impressive."

Despite the opposition from the arbitrators and others, the attacking enemy managed to find a loophole and launch an attack on the headquarters.

"It seems that the ruling will bring them back soon, and those facilities on the periphery will have to be abandoned."

As he said this, Faris showed no sign of panic on his face.

Because he didn't believe the Church of Protoss had lost at all.

lose?

how is this possible.

Faris shook his head.

Hastings was observing from the shadows.

He found Faris as relaxed as ever.

Bro, you'll be crying later.

Hastings shrank back; he had just received intelligence from Anran.

Nickel and the others are all dead!

The transdimensional fleet will soon surround the headquarters of the Protoss Cult and launch a death penalty against the entire planet. If you don't want to die, quickly hide deep inside the warehouse!

Nickel is dead?

Although Hastings thought it sounded like a lie made up by a megalomaniac, he still chose to believe it.

He didn't want to risk his life.

He's not a player; once he dies, he can't be resurrected.

Hastings got up and walked into the warehouse.

As the deputy administrator, he has certain privileges and can still access the depths of the warehouse.

Hastings wouldn't have dared to do this under normal circumstances, but things are different now; the Cult of Protoss is doomed.

Who cares about all that anymore?

Faris?

Hastings sneered.

On the surface, the two brothers addressed each other as brothers, but in reality, Hastings was already cursing them endlessly.

If it weren't for that unlucky Faris, he wouldn't have ended up here living in fear.

After standing outside for a while, Faris returned to the warehouse.

Hastings' movements did not escape his surveillance, and he immediately went to find Hastings.

"Brother, what are you doing here? If others find out, we'll both be interrogated!"

Faris tugged at Hastings, trying to pull him out, but couldn't budge him.

Hastings sighed. "I don't think the situation is looking good. We'd better hide for a while."

Faris shouted, "Even if you want to hide, you can't hide here. According to the doctrines of the Protoss, we could be executed on the spot. Besides, don't be fooled by the commotion outside. It's all bark and no bite. It'll be over in a few days. Now come out with me."

Hastings took a step back.

go out?

I'm not going out.

"My mind is made up."

"Don't do anything stupid," Faris said.

Hastings continued to shake his head.

Just as Faris was about to say a few more words of persuasion, the warehouse suddenly shook.

Faris's expression changed drastically.

The planet where the Protoss Cult headquarters is located has been terraformed, making it impossible for geological disasters like earthquakes to occur there.

Even if an earthquake were to occur, it would be impossible for this enormous warehouse to shake.

"They've attacked."

Hastings said.

Faris didn't care about Hastings anymore; he hurriedly ran out to see how many ships the enemy had sent for the sneak attack.

The sky was black.

Not only Faris, but everyone who was staying at the Protoss headquarters noticed the anomaly.

Even the bright lights in the sky could not dispel the thick, inky darkness.

The once clearly visible Milky Way has completely disappeared.

They seemed to have fallen into a rift in another world, along with this world.

"Communications have been interrupted."

Faris stared blankly at the communicator in his hand.

All signals sent to the outside world went unanswered, while internal communication remained smooth, but everyone who inquired was completely baffled.

"I don't know, but the situation looks very serious."

"This is beyond my knowledge."

"It's alright. The ruling keeps them outside. We'll be rescued once they discover the anomaly here."

Yes, and the Judge is also here.

Faris looked up.

The darkness was too deep.

He found that if he looked at it for even a little longer, it felt as if his soul was being pulled in.

dark night.

dark.

For some reason, the image of Bartholomew, the Lord of the Night, suddenly flashed through Faris's mind.

Isn't he the ruler who controls the night?

Could it be that……

Faris's face showed horror.

He suspected that the operation against the Cult of Protoss was actually orchestrated by the Lord of the Night.

If that's really the case, then Protoss is completely beyond saving.

This is not impossible, after all, under the leadership of the High Pope, the Protoss's style of doing things is a bit too radical.

"Ten million..."

As Faris began to murmur, a clearly visible scratch suddenly appeared in the boundless darkness.

It looked like a black plastic bag had been slashed with a knife, revealing a horrifying wound.

"Yes……"

A moment later, another scratch appeared near a robot floating in the sky.

stab-

Faris watched helplessly as the robot was torn directly into the crack.

"It's a spatial rift! It's a spatial rift!"

Faris jumped up and screamed in terror.

The two scratches that just appeared were merely an appetizer before an even greater disaster erupted.

Pandora's box has been opened.

The nightmare broke free from its cage.

The deathly space that had enveloped the planet began its indiscriminate attack.

An Ran, standing on the outside, watched all of this with indifference.

There are only Protoss people on this planet, so she has no need for any pity.

No one who agrees with the doctrines of Protoss is innocent.

Slaughter, punishment, purification, and guilt by association...

Although An Ran is not a good person either, trying to avoid harming innocent people will at least make her feel less guilty.

In the dead space, the relentless spatial cutting is destroying everything it touches.

Those who were unlucky were directly annihilated by the collapsing space, while those who were slightly luckier were banished to unknown spatial crevices.

Some people managed to survive the dismemberment thanks to their strength.

For example, Faris.

His right arm fell to the ground, a huge gash a hand's width wide appeared on his abdomen, and there were countless fine wounds on his chest and back.

Faris was scared.