Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Anran said, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't know. Just tell your pope, he knows."

The foreign affairs bishop's eyes lit up; he realized this was a good opportunity to stall for time.

"I will inform the Pope immediately."

The foreign affairs bishop ran away in a flash.

He pretended to contact the Pope, and then...

Do you think I'm stupid?

I'm a mechanic, you know. Do you think I wouldn't know if you've contacted other people?

An Ran looked down at the hyperdimensional particle she was holding in her hand.

This is the first time it has been used since it was made.

Anyway, she couldn't move this dilapidated fortress, and there wasn't much stored on it anyway.

"Then I won't be polite!"

An Ran smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth.

"Running away is not only shameful, but also useless!"

The hyperdimensional particles were safely thrown out along with the box.

The box passed through the artificial atmosphere of the fortress planet and fell rapidly like a meteorite. Just before it reached the surface, the box suddenly opened.

This is like a Pandora's box!

The Pope's eyes widened.

He saw the world before him lose its order, constantly tearing apart and rebuilding itself.

He could neither hear nor see anything whole; he found himself caught in an endless storm of energy.

Under the onslaught of this storm, even the power within him is being taken away.

Waaaaah—

The end of the world has come!

An Ran stared in astonishment at the scene before her. She knew that hyperdimensional particles were very powerful, but she never expected them to be this powerful.

The fortress planet was quickly swallowed by the expanding hyperdimensional particles, and then this devouring force began to spread in all directions, pulling asteroids, planets, and even the distant star.

"..."

The silent explosion signaled the end of life.

At one point, everyone near the fortress planet was stunned.

"This energy..."

"Something happened at the headquarters of the Full Metal Cult!"

A group of people rushed over in a panic.

When they arrived at the accident scene, all they saw was a pitch-black, empty starry sky.

Something feels off?

"Where are the planets? They're all here, several of them, so big!"

Just as they were wondering, an angry shout suddenly rang out in the public channel—

"Damn it, Uncle Li!"

Chapter 18 Who said I was lying?

An explosion caused by hyperdimensional particles is not a complete annihilation; as long as one has enough energy within their body, they can eventually survive.

The Pope of the Full Metal Cult is such a powerful figure with boundless energy within his body!

In a massive explosion powerful enough to destroy a planetary system, the Pope miraculously survived, proving himself worthy of being the "leader of the villainous party" who had dominated the Terran Sector for decades without anyone daring to provoke him.

After shouting a powerful message in the public chat, he suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

His face contorted as he glared fiercely at the complacent An Ran, like a hunter mocked by his prey.

There were no major injuries visible on the Pope, but his condition was not as good as his shouts suggested.

His sallow complexion and muscles that seemed to be frozen stiff indicated that the Pope was merely putting on a brave face.

How could a Starslayer at the peak of his power have such a face unless he has some unspeakable secret?

Those who arrived later stared in astonishment at Anran and the Pope.

The moment they recognized An Ran, they roughly understood what had happened.

Anran came to collect a debt, and the Pope, who had been driven away not long ago, suffered another great loss this time.

Even the symbol of the Full Metal Cult—that fortress planet—is gone.

"That explosion just now, was it Anran who blew up the planet of the Full Metal Cult?"

"This has escalated to an irreconcilable point."

"It seems the Full Metal Cult is about to be expelled, unless they have some other trump cards up their sleeve."

People who rushed over to find out the news were talking about it.

The situation has changed dramatically.

Once the Full Metal Cult falls, the Terran Sector will get interesting.

Dozens of declining sects, hundreds of exploited minor factions, and the Machine God Cult, though separated by tens of millions of light-years, whose intentions are hostile.

This murky water...is very deep.

The deeper the water, the greater the potential profits.

The struggle for interests is an eternal topic.

He remained calm and composed in the face of the enraged pope.

Besides the Pope, whose health had dropped by a third, a dozen or so members of the Full Metal Cult emerged from a dark area shortly afterward.

They quickly gathered around the Pope, forming a formidable fighting force.

In comparison, Anran's side was much more shabby.

It was just her and Ella.

The Pope clenched his fists and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Do you know what you're doing?"

Even bent metal is still metal; when bent to its extreme, it even exhibits surprising elasticity.

but……

For people who eat metal, straight, bent, raw, or cooked are not issues.

An Ran smiled and said, "Of course I know. What we just threw out was a new weapon developed by our Mechanicus Cult, the [Hyperdimensional Particle]. It deciphers the secrets of dimensions, rapidly absorbing nearby free energy through instantaneous expansion from a lower to a higher dimension, thus triggering a massive explosion with astonishing power. As for its power, I think you all can see it now. Even the headquarters of the Full Metal Cult couldn't withstand the explosion caused by a single hyperdimensional particle... Hyperdimensional particles are made of... cost comparable to... Although the price is very high, the effect is equally astonishing..."

Anran advertised directly to the surrounding crowd in front of the Pope.

Sell! Why wouldn't you sell?

Considering that he was not far from becoming the master of the star field, there was no weapon in the transdimensional space that he could not sell.

Guardians, hyperdimensional particles, warp light...

If you can afford it, then sell!

"emmm..."

The onlookers looked at each other in bewilderment.

What's going on?

The Pope's face was as black as charcoal.

If you keep going like this, what if you anger him to death?

Oh, it seems the Mechanicus and the Full Metal Cult are mortal enemies. I'm so angry! Wouldn't that be wonderful?

"The prophet of the Cult of Machines is indeed no ordinary person, just as rumored."

"You're making me a little tempted."

Do you think the Cult of Machines needs agents?

As these businessmen discussed the matter heatedly, one of the younger men chuckled to himself, his head bowed, thinking to himself, "You're supposed to be renowned businessmen, yet you can't see the business opportunity right in front of you."

He immediately instructed the AI ​​in the spaceship to contact the largest media group in the supercluster of the Tyran sector.

"I want to sell broadcast signals."

"what?"

The operator looked completely bewildered.

What are you doing? You think we'd buy it just because it's a broadcast signal? You're really obsessed with money!

He was about to use tactful language to persuade the businessman who had contacted him to leave when the businessman directly used his trump card.

"It's a battle signal between Anran, the prophet of the Mechanicus, and the Full Metal Cult."

The operator said, "About two weeks ago..."

“It’s a live stream,” the businessman emphasized. “A live stream from the headquarters of the Full Metal Cult!”

There was a long silence on the other end, and when the voice rang out again, it was from a different person.

Are you telling the truth?

"I can show you for a few minutes."

The businessman sent the live stream footage over.

At this point, Anran's advertisement, which lasted for more than two minutes, was still running.

"..."