Poverty makes me capable of anything.

After coughing violently a few times, a thoroughly defeated Fisher finally unleashed his ultimate technique—

run away!

He ran towards the light in front of him, and for a moment, his speed was much more agile than Anran's spaceship.

"Old ginger is spicier."

Fisher wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Although he is old, his many years of experience are not to be underestimated!

"Just wait for my revenge!"

Fisher looked up, and when he saw the scene before him, he stopped abruptly.

Blocking the way was a tree, a lion standing on its hind legs, and a familiar-looking panda-eared little girl.

Chapter 46 The Majesty of a Top Civilization

After realizing that he could not escape, Fisher gave up all hope.

The long-dormant passion in his heart reignited, and he finally wanted to make a big splash in the last moments of his life!

However, Fisher's injuries were still too severe.

When he tried to drag the seemingly weakest panda down with him, he had already fallen into a trap.

"It's overlapping space!"

Fisher stared blankly for a moment as the figure in front of him disappeared.

While escaping, he was so focused on running that he didn't even realize he had fallen into an overlapping space.

He's not particularly skilled in spatial reasoning.

Although they could destroy this space with absolute power, the Cult of Machines would not give them that time.

"Oh."

Fisher pressed down on his left arm, which was still bleeding profusely.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside me.

He's too old, and he's too far removed from this era.

When Fisher snapped out of his reverie, he found himself surrounded.

There are a total of five star domain rulers.

Their combined momentum blocked all possible escape routes for him.

Given Fisher's current physical condition, he couldn't defeat any one of them, let alone five of them attacking at once.

"I underestimated you all."

Fisher sighed.

At this moment, the psionic follower controlled by Anran spoke first: "Actually, you don't need to feel guilty about this."

"Ok?"

"After all, no one would have expected that the Cult of the Machine God would have five Starfield Rulers, would they?"

The psionicist's voice carried a hint of amusement.

Fisher remained silent.

Right.

In just a few years, a force ruled by Star Killers has produced five Star Domain Rulers.

No one would believe it if I told them.

If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he probably would have remained in the dark forever.

The price to even meet is quite high.

The psionic follower continued, "What you should feel ashamed of is that two thousand years have passed, and your strength has not improved much."

Fisher's face was grim.

"You have no right to lecture me!"

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of light arrays appeared around Fisher's body.

The light arrays were more dazzling than ever before.

That was a strike that brought Fisher to his last breath; he had almost squeezed out the last drop of energy from his body.

but……

"All show and no substance!"

The psionic servant raised his right arm, and from the center of his palm, a psionic collapse bomb, resembling a spiky ball, shot out propelled by the psionic engine.

Fisher's berserk state had long since passed.

His health bar is now less than one-tenth of its original value.

Dozens of debuffs are no joke.

The psionic storm caused by the explosion of such a small psionic bomb has put him in great danger.

First, the light array around his body shattered like dominoes.

Then, Fisher's clothes were completely torn apart, and thin, long cuts appeared all over his body as the storm cut through him.

"Ahhh-"

Fisher screamed silently, unable to move.

A moment later, the psionic servant led the others out of the overlapping space.

You killed Fisher.

The panda snapped its fingers.

The overlapping space rapidly rolled inward, compressing everything contained within it into a flat plane.

"boom--"

next second.

The overlapping space exploded into countless fragments.

In the starry sky, the tides surge.

Everything, both visible and invisible, began to move erratically.

All traces have been erased.

“It’s done,” An Ran said.

Tsykia seemed to be in a good mood. Although she didn't kill Fisher, she had done a lot of work.

"Next up is a choice between the Night Lord and Sawyer!"

Anran remained noncommittal.

She didn't really want to reveal her strength right now.

The longer you hide, the greater the benefit to yourself.

Admittedly, if the War Court of the Exiled Empire knew that Anran was the Starfield Ruler, the treatment of the Mechanicus would certainly be greatly improved.

But this also exposed Anran to the scrutiny of various forces.

Whether it's the Exiled Empire, the Eternal Star Road, or the major powers and the Chain of Judgment in the New World Starfield, they will all increase their attention to her.

This is not necessarily a good thing.

"Especially the Chain of Judgment, I can't let them become suspicious of me. I still need to rely on them to gather more information."

With that in mind, An Ran temporarily dismissed Da Shu and Kemira.

The priority is to get Camilla back to the headquarters of the Chain of Judgments for certification.

A ruler of a star system.

No matter how powerful the Chain of Judgment is, it is impossible for them to leave Camilla idle.

As for the big tree, it's so distinctive that keeping it around wouldn't make much difference, so let Camilla take care of it.

"It's time to go back and end this war."

……

Meanwhile, outside the temporary base of the Mechanicus.

As Enron's pre-positioned fleet gradually closed in, the Radiant Mercenaries' fleet began to fall into a disadvantageous position.

Even though Reeves and Cerny fought back and forth and Reeves gained a slight advantage, they couldn't reverse the morale collapse they had suffered earlier.

"I just hope that Senior Fisher can quickly deal with that metal lump of the Mech Spirit race."

Reeves and Cerny passed each other.

A moment of distraction left him with another wound on his cheek.

Cherny calmly replied, "Your mind is in turmoil; it seems I'm going to win."

Reeves reached out and touched it, and the wound healed instantly.

He sneered, "Cherny, I don't think you're quite clear on the situation yet."

"Oh?"

Cherny got into position, but he didn't rush to make a move.

In fact, he had no intention of fighting Reeves to the death. He only needed to wait for the triumphant return of the Sovereign Tsykia, and everything would be settled. Why should he hurt himself?

Now Reeves is ready to chat with him, and Cherny is happy to oblige.

“Senior Fisher is a renowned Starfield Ruler; even my father is no match for him. How could a mere Ella possibly stop Senior Fisher! If you surrender now, I can arrange a position for you in the Radiant Mercenaries; otherwise…”