Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The foreign affairs bishop smirked and said, "The Church of the Machine God has replied."

"Oh?" the Pope asked. "What was their reply?"

The foreign affairs bishop said, "Elder Pope, they said they would be here in about ten minutes."

The Pope smiled slightly: "It seems those gray worm aliens didn't cause them much trouble. This is interesting. I want to see what their attitude is when they come here. Let's wait here."

“Yes,” the Foreign Bishop replied.

An Ran not only responded to the foreign affairs bishop, but also directly revealed the news to all the media present.

These media outlets wield extraordinary influence within the Exile Empire; how could we not use them to generate free publicity now?

Normally, I wouldn't know how much it would cost to hire them for advertising.

"What? The Cult of Machine God has actually chosen to make contact with the Full Metal Cult at this time?"

“This is information that their leader personally released to the media. If they go back on their word, the reputation of the Cult of Machines will suffer a huge blow. They would never lie at a time like this.”

"But isn't this just handing ourselves over to the Full Metal Cult to be slaughtered?"

"Perhaps they feel they can't escape now. With so many people around, the Full Metal Cult will probably behave themselves a bit."

“Isn’t there another possibility?” Nizel suddenly asked.

"Another possibility?"

Nigel said in a deep voice, "The Mechanicus believes it can completely handle the Full Metal Cult."

"Uh……"

As soon as Nizel finished speaking, a long silence fell over the area.

Nesel's henchman called out to him in a low voice, "Butler Nesel..."

"..."

Nigel shook his head: "I'm fine. Let's go somewhere else."

Only after he left did the people around him regain their enthusiasm.

"If we could really win, that tree would have been eliminated in the previous campaign."

"Does he think that just because the Full Metal Cult members are injured, they are no match for the Machina Cult?"

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

The cameras in each news studio slowly zoomed out, and a spaceship emitting a faint purple light rapidly approached from the direction of the Mechanicus base.

The gear symbol engraved on the spacecraft already indicates its origin.

The next second, the crowd's attention was focused on the Pope of the Full Metal Cult.

The Pope crossed his arms, closed his eyes to rest, and made no attempt to go up and greet him.

"Putting on airs."

The Pope is not just putting on airs; he is also building up his power.

The gentle energy within his body began to circulate, a pale golden color rising to his surface. The nearby bishop sensed that sharp aura.

It seems His Holiness is preparing to give the Cult of Machines a taste of their power.

In contrast, the Mechanicus's ships were much more peaceful.

If it weren't for that logo, most people would probably mistake it for an ordinary private spaceship.

The spaceship slowed down and eventually came to a stop in front of the Pope.

As the hatch opened, four people flew out of the spaceship.

"They're high-ranking members of the Cult of Machines!"

With a graceful smile on her face, An Ran lightly leaped to the Pope's side.

"We've arrived."

The Pope had a cold expression, and his nodding was almost imperceptible, much like the dissatisfaction he showed when his subordinates failed to perform their duties.

Christopher and Tan couldn't help but frown.

But neither of them said anything. Anran had told them before they came that they should just watch the show quietly.

An Ran said, "I'm not someone who likes to argue with others."

"..."

Christopher opened his mouth.

No, you've only just opened your mouth, and you've already made people want to complain about you.

When it comes to money, you can talk a good game!

The Pope calmly replied, "That's perfect, I'm one of those people too."

“That makes things easier,” An Ran said. “Let’s put aside the matter of the big tree for now and talk about the purpose of your visit.”

The Pope said, "Regarding your Mechanicus Cult secretly instigating outsiders within our Full Metal Cult..."

"stop!"

An Ran interrupted the Pope with a soft shout.

The foreign affairs bishop and others immediately glared at him angrily.

"The High Pope hasn't finished speaking, why are you interrupting?"

He calmly ignored those people.

She originally planned to have Ella go all out with Tekken, but she also wanted the Mechanicus to gain positive reputation, so she had to be in the right.

"evidence."

An Ran uttered two short and powerful words.

The Pope's eyelids twitched slightly, and he suppressed his anger: "That stranger called the Knight of Justice..."

"Who told you that the Knight of Justice is a member of the Cult of Machine God?" An Ran interrupted the Pope without any politeness.

"According to our investigation."

"Oh?" An Ran scoffed. "You can ask any stranger in this land whether that Knight of Justice is actually a member of our Cult of the Machine God."

The Pope said, "It was you who instigated him behind the scenes..."

An Ran nodded: "Alright, since you put it that way, then please produce the evidence, otherwise I have reason to suspect that you're here to extort money. Although I don't cause trouble, I'm not afraid of trouble either!"

The Pope's face was ashen.

He had imagined this scenario, but he hadn't expected An Ran's words to be so harsh.

At this moment, the players watching the live stream started spamming the chat.

An Ran said she doesn't cause trouble.

A woman's words are a liar's tongue.

Anran, who never causes trouble

[What are you waiting for, Full Metal Cult? Hurry up and take her down!]

The Pope chuckled: "I knew you would say that, after all, you have already secretly executed that informant, so there is no way to prove it. But unfortunately, this trick won't work on us."

An Ran took out a metal plate and threw it at the Pope: "Your mouth is your own, you are free to say whatever you want. This is the reconciliation plan I came up with, you can take a look."

"Ok?"

The Pope took the metal plate with a puzzled expression.

Is all that shouting just to have more confidence when it comes to reconciliation?

With that in mind, he quickly glanced at the metal plate.

The more the Pope looked, the darker his face became.

Traffic jams, planet destruction, disruptions to meals and vacations...

The Pope clenched his right hand, and the metal plate in his hand immediately turned into powder.

An Ran said in astonishment, "Don't you Full Metal Cult have any reverence for metal at all?"

The Pope roared, "You think you can look down on the Full Metal Cult just because you have a powerful figure backing you up? Let me tell you, that's impossible!"

The Pope radiated a dazzling golden light; he had lost all interest in continuing to contend with An Ran.

Just one word—

kill!

The sharp, metallic aura swept towards An Ran like a high-speed chariot.

An Ran, along with Christopher and Tan He, flashed out of the center of the battlefield in one step.

This is Ella's home turf; today, she only needs to be a long-range sniper.

boom!

A powerful force suddenly crashed into Ella.

The burst of light made the onlookers quickly avert their eyes, and when the light faded, Ella had already transformed into a streak of light and rushed towards the Pope.

That sharpness wasn't even enough to tickle Ella.

Metal!?

This young lady eats metal!

The attack yielded no results, and the Pope's expression changed slightly, but he remained calm and composed. A huge storm suddenly arose in the center of the storm, engulfing both himself and Ella. In an instant, countless sharp blades rushed towards Ella.

Like waves in a storm, each wave higher than the last.

But Ella isn't a small sailboat at the mercy of the sea; she's more like a spaceship.

The storm at sea had nothing to do with her.

It's a pity the Pope doesn't have a data panel, otherwise he would probably have heard a message like "Your attack failed to penetrate the enemy's armor."

An Ran, who was watching from the sidelines, didn't stand still. She quickly cast a few domain skills on herself.