Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"You bastard!"

Inside the ship's cabin.

Sawyer angrily punched the wall.

Keynes, who had just been trying to persuade him, didn't look much better now.

His anger was no less than Sawyer's.

However, he wasn't the main target of the buzz cut's attacks, and given his naturally calm personality, he managed to restrain himself.

“Let’s let our performance speak for itself,” Keynes said.

Sawyer nodded.

The faces of An Ran and the buzz-cut leader flashed through his mind one after another.

His right fist clenched tightly, and his expression gradually became ferocious.

Sawyer said in a hoarse voice, "This time, I'll make sure An Ran dies a horrible death!"

Keynes agreed.

Sawyer continued, "If it weren't for the bigger picture, I would have definitely taught that idiot Ted a lesson."

"I know."

Sawyer's tense face relaxed slightly.

He felt a sense of relief, thankfully there was still Keynes who understood him.

"Brother Kai, this is a battle to prove ourselves to the world, so don't hold back."

Keynes smiled slightly: "I have already made full preparations and have emptied out most of my savings."

good.

Sawyer gazed out at the dazzling hyperspace scenery.

almost.

With the route map provided by the Unbeliever Legion, plus the speed of this special spaceship, they could reach their destination in a maximum of fifteen minutes.

We must give Anran a big surprise!

……

boom!

In the center of the battlefield, Carlos's body created a series of afterimages as he narrowly avoided the sword strike from the psionic servant.

"That was close."

Carlos felt his blood rush to his head, and his face flushed.

He glanced down at the back of his hand, where a deep, bone-revealing wound extended all the way to his elbow, scraped raw by the energy blade of a psionic follower.

Carlos forcefully suppressed the pain with his martial arts energy, his heart sinking slightly.

A single psionic servant is not enough in his eyes. Apart from having higher damage, the psionic servant is inferior to him in both speed and strength.

In a 1v1 battle, he could easily walk the psionic servant like a dog.

However, the psionic servant was followed by nine slightly weaker subordinates. The circular formation completely robbed Carlos of his agility, and his output increased by 30% after the formation was completed.

Not to mention there was a large group of attack aircraft nearby.

Like skilled hunters waiting for their chance, they would launch an attack without hesitation whenever Carlos showed any weakness.

For example, right now.

A cold blue light curtain swept in from all directions, and Carlos's expression changed drastically.

Once entangled by the light barrier, he will immediately become a sitting duck for psionic followers.

He had experienced this once before. In that instant, a psionic spear descended from the sky and pierced directly into his stomach, followed by a continuous barrage of psionic cannon fire.

It took away more than 30 health points from Carlos, causing him to suffer from a loss of agility.

"Melville, quickly help me hold off those fighter jets!"

Carlos couldn't help but shout out loud; at that moment, he didn't care about saving face anymore.

Melville's voice was devoid of any emotion when he answered:

"I'm already overwhelmed with my own problems."

"what happened?"

Carlos emerged from the barrage of attacks in a disheveled state, only to be met with indifferent slashes from lesser psionic Servants.

Melville stopped paying attention to Carlos.

She tried her best to control her mechanical forces, even though they were trapped in a gravity trap, she couldn't just leave them to their fate.

"asshole."

Carlos cursed and then hurried off to find Ghana.

"Ghana, use your telekinesis to create a shield for me!"

no reply.

"Ghana?"

Carlos called out several times, but in the end, he received Melville's reply.

"Stop shouting, Ghana is about to be beaten to death, you should worry about yourself first."

If Carlos was being suppressed, then Ghana was being unilaterally beaten by Ella, like a wronged punching bag.

"..."

Carlos was taken aback.

what the hell.

brush!

Carlos shrank back in fright as the energy tide swept mercilessly over his head.

If he had reacted any slower, his head might have flown off.

"What the hell are you going to do this to?"

Carlos cursed angrily.

He had given up on the idea of ​​continuing the fight, but the assault fighters kept him occupied from the sidelines, making it impossible for Carlos to find a breakthrough.

The more he fought, the heavier Carlos's heart became.

He suddenly realized that if things continued like this, he would become like Ghana.

There's no other way.

Carlos gritted his teeth.

He chose to temporarily exchange his potential for combat power.

Under the impact of martial arts energy, the energy circuits within Carlos's body shone brightly.

[Burning Will]

In an instant, Carlos transformed into a being of light, looking somewhat like a Super Saiyan transformation.

Facing the two massive psionic cannons fired by the psionic servants, Carlos did not retreat but charged straight forward.

Under the impact of the flames, the psionic beam was actually split in two.

Carlos roared and swung his fist.

boom!

That punch was incredibly powerful; the storm it unleashed not only disrupted the formation of the assault jets but also blasted hundreds of nearby warships into pieces.

Even the psionic servant was sent flying by Carlos's attack, the sparks that flew out drew a long "chain" in the starry sky.

"A great opportunity!"

Carlos's face lit up with joy.

He turned to run away, but at that moment, a sense of crisis suddenly welled up in Carlos's heart.

It felt like something was gripping his heart.

Not right.

There's something wrong with this space in front of us.

Carlos immediately dodged to the left, even though there were several lesser psionic Servants waiting for him there.

As he dodged, Carlos watched helplessly as the space, which had been perfectly intact just moments before, suddenly began to collapse inward, revealing a terrifying black cave that gaped open, waiting for him to walk right into it.

"If my reaction time were any slower..."

Will death await him?

Carlos didn't have time to think about the problem in detail.

The lesser psychic servant raised his large club and smashed it down on his head.

This resulted in nearly 15 points of true damage.

Carlos was hammered until he was dizzy and disoriented. He screamed and fled in panic, suffering several more heavy blows in the process.

It’s over.

Carlos was so anxious that his head was spinning.

But he couldn't think of a solution at all.

He had already used Willpower Burn, never expecting that An Ran had also kept a secret.

The targeted, inward-moving spatial involution was beyond his comprehension.

Just as Carlos was in despair, a sudden change occurred.

"Spatial oscillation?"