Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"Whoo~"

The Pope of the All Metal Cult took a breath.

As the strongest among them, he always fought at the forefront, and apart from the big tree, he was the one who was most seriously injured.

But thankfully, the tree finally couldn't hold on any longer.

"Oh shit."

The Pope uttered a curse.

This is truly an unexpected disaster.

The thought that he, who came to cause trouble for the Cult of Machines, had actually eliminated a problem for them made the Pope feel disgusted and want to punch someone.

"We cannot swallow this insult, or what will the world think of the Full Metal Cult? Fools? A joke? Haha, we absolutely cannot!"

The Pope's words won the approval of others.

If they can't teach this tree a lesson, can't they at least teach those people from the Cult of Machines a lesson?

"Send them another notice: if they don't come, don't blame us for being impolite!"

"Yes!"

The Pope stared at the tree with a somber expression.

The tree has no eyes, but the Pope felt that the tree was always watching him.

Therefore, he dared not relax for a moment, fearing that the big tree might launch a treacherous sneak attack.

A moment later, the Pope suddenly received a message from his subordinates.

"High Priest, the Cult of the Machine God has replied that they cannot come!"

"Ok?"

"They say that other parts of Dawn Camp have also been attacked, and they are on their way to defend against the enemy. We'll talk about the meeting after all this is over."

The Pope opened his mouth.

Finally, a smile appeared on his face.

"Fine."

This kind of thing can't be faked. Even if he's angry now, it's useless. He can't use this as an excuse to make things difficult for the Cult of Machines.

"However, it seems we need to prepare for both possibilities."

The foreign affairs bishop stroked his mustache, nodded slightly, and wholeheartedly agreed with the pope's idea.

Regardless of what the Pope might say, just agree!

The Pope said, "If the Cult of the Machine God successfully survives this wave, we will proceed according to the original plan. If they are overwhelmed by the attack of these monsters, then we will start looting directly. We must not let others have these benefits!"

"The Pope is right."

"That's true."

"There are quite a few onlookers around, but if it really comes down to a fight, we have more people and are stronger!"

The members of the Full Metal Cult all smiled knowingly.

They are very familiar with this business process; a single sentence is enough, and there is no need for prior rehearsal.

News of the repeated attacks on Dawn Camp spread quickly.

Those onlookers who had just been lamenting their bad luck exchanged glances.

It seems that although their luck was bad, it wasn't particularly bad.

Given the current situation, no matter where they watch the show, as long as it's at Dawn Camp, they'll inevitably get caught up in the trouble.

"The truly unfortunate ones are the Mechanicus," someone said, shaking their head.

"I've invested so much, and I never expected to encounter something like this. I'm afraid I'm going to lose everything this time."

"Hi--"

A group of people sighed, seemingly sympathizing with the Cult of the Machine God, but only they themselves knew their true thoughts.

At least, Nezel of the Flanor Foundation was in a really bad mood.

His investments in Enron and TimeSpace can be considered his masterpieces.

With the growth of the Hyperdimensional Dimension and the establishment of the Cult of Machine God, the label of "nepotism" attached to him was finally removed.

Most people within the conglomerate would respectfully address him as the "Big Investor" and praise his foresight.

But now...

Nizel was restless.

If the Cult of Mechanism were to be destroyed, all his previous investments would be wasted, and the status he had worked so hard to gain would also be lost.

Nizel paced back and forth in the cabin, his strength utterly incapable of intervening in a battle of this level.

Unless he can get the old guard in the conglomerate involved, his competitors will not be able to make him do what he wants.

"Deacon Nezel, there is a statement from the Cult of Mechanism!"

Just as Nizel was frowning in distress, his henchman suddenly shouted something.

"let me see!"

Nigel quickly ran to the virtual screen.

The speech had been going on for some time, and the person appearing on the screen was An Ran.

"This difficulty is not enough to defeat the Cult of Mechanism. I think many people are doubting the future of the Cult of Mechanism right now, but you don't need to worry at all. Under the protection of the God of Machines, we will soon overcome this crisis easily. Please wait and see. Dawn Camp is definitely a place worth investing in!"

Before the end, An Ran didn't forget to give herself a shout-out.

Money is something you can never have too much of.

For the current Mechanicus, having money is not a problem; not having money is.

Simple happiness, this thing doesn't work.

Is it really that easy for Anran to make the Mechanicus Cult thrive?

She has to play the role of a qualified prophet, find ways to recruit more believers for the Machina Cult, defend against external enemies, make allies, and improve her mechanical skills to prove the greatness of the Machina God.

This is really too difficult.

All they can do is water the plants, plant some crops, and harvest them when the season comes to relax.

Although An Ran seemed very confident during the live stream, the viewers were not so sure.

Why is she so confident?

Nizel had witnessed firsthand just how strong that tree was.

Could it be that An Ran is stronger than that tree?

How could that be?

"Now we can only hope that what she said is true." Nigel shook his head, still lacking confidence.

……

In the distant starry sky.

The gray worm, released by An Ran, flew towards an uninhabited planet, filled with resentment.

All it can think about now is devouring.

It devours all organic life that it can perceive!

Whether big or small, old or young.

Only endless devouring can save it from a tomorrow where its potential is exhausted.

What would it be like if a level 197 Gray Gu Alien Insect launched a full-scale attack?

It looked like a fiery meteor had pierced through the entire planet in front of us!

The planet was destroyed.

If you can't find food, then move on to the next place!

After choosing a direction, the Gray Gu Alien Worm charged forward like a runaway, headstrong child.

You can think of it as the ball in the Breakout game, and the "planet" is the fragile brick.

After wreaking havoc for several hours, the Grey Gu Alien Worm once again encountered its lifelong enemy—the Guardian.

It was once guarded by three guardians, but this time it has encountered six guardians!

Even the not-so-bright gray worm could sense that death was rapidly approaching.

"Get out of here!"

A voice echoed in my mind.

When the gray worm turned around, it realized that its path had been completely blocked.

There's no way to escape; the only option is to fight our way out.

"There are four gray Gu alien insects in total, that's about enough."

Anran opened her inventory, selected the triple experience card that lasted for 48 hours, and chose to use it.

【Sure】

Triple XP boost (47 hours 59 minutes 59 seconds remaining)

Taking down four Grey Gu Alien Worms within 48 hours is enough.

After doing all this, Anran turned her attention to Ella.

"?"

Ella looked at Anran with a puzzled expression.

She noticed that An Ran was also looking at her with a questioning expression.

This made it even more incomprehensible to her.