Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Anran crossed her arms and leisurely watched the stunned Carlos.

You just said the counterattack starts now, right?

Sorry.

The counterattack ends now!

A futile struggle will only result in you getting beaten even worse.

Under the cover of the ethereal field, the bodies of those servant weapons writhed like flowing water, and the horrific wounds from just moments before vanished instantly.

[Recast]

It's as good as new after repairs.

worse.

Carlos's heart sank rapidly.

He pressed the communication button.

Gan!

Keynes and Sawyer are long gone; now he's all alone.

"Help me, please!"

Carlos had no choice but to quickly ask Melville for help.

"Are you stupid?"

Melville couldn't help but curse.

Didn't she say long ago that she couldn't help?

Carlos had no intention of arguing with Melville. He quickly said, "Hurry up and infiltrate these Servant weapons. I can't hold them off by myself. If I die, they will definitely attack you next."

"..."

Melville rubbed his eyes helplessly.

Don't have any expectations.

After all, she's not a professional.

Melville attempted to hack into Anran's psionic servants, but before the data stream could find a key interface, it was torn apart by the sudden onslaught of numerical beings.

“There’s nothing I can do. Good luck to you,” Melville said.

No!

Carlos tried to escape, but surrounded by assault fighters and lesser psionic Servants, he couldn't find a way out.

boom!

The psionic servant stretched out a hand the size of a frigate and slammed it hard onto Carlos.

"what--"

Carlos screamed in agony.

Before he could even adjust his posture, another secondary psionic servant raised its moving star mark and sniped him.

A cold blue X-shaped beam swept past Carlos's shoulder, leaving a deep burn mark.

This severely hampered Carlos's ability to exert his power.

His body momentarily lost its balance, which is fatal for a martial artist.

He was already surrounded and attacked, making it even harder for him to dodge the attacks.

The assistant stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

In just two minutes, the situation had changed dramatically.

Carlos became a punching bag, beaten until he was dizzy and his strength was greatly depleted.

Despite its struggles, it was ultimately held tightly in the large hand of the psychic servant, like a limp worm.

A few seconds later, the assistant suddenly heard a noise behind him.

He turned around and found that Carlos had been teleported behind him.

Two mechanical puppets held him down on either side. When the cage made of sublimated material was opened, the mechanical puppets threw him forward with force.

Boom!

The door closed again.

Carlos lay on the ground, his eyes vacant.

"You're here too."

Ok?

Carlos looked up.

Oh, it's Ghana. No wonder the voice sounded familiar.

Carlos thought he was already in a terrible situation, but after seeing Ghana's face, he suddenly felt that he wasn't so bad after all.

At least his face wasn't swollen like a bun.

……

"almost!"

After blasting away two more warships, Sawyer came into view of the command ship he was safely aboard.

More than 30,000 kilometers is nothing to him.

Before making his move, Sawyer contacted Keynes: "Keynes, how's things going on your end?"

"Something's not looking good."

"This is bad?"

Sawyer paused for a moment.

What the heck? Is there an ambush?

Keynes said in a low voice, "Anran can control gravity."

"what?"

Speaking of controlling gravity, Sawyer couldn't help but think of Sidney, who had already vanished into nothingness.

“It should be similar to Sidney’s ability,” Keynes said.

He is feeling very unwell right now.

Even though Ella's strength was far inferior to his, he struggled to move due to the interference of dynamic gravity, and it took him a long time to throw a frisbee.

This greatly narrowed the gap between Ella and him.

Even with a seven-level difference, Ella could still barely hold off Keynes.

Fortunately, this gravitational hub has little effect on energy, so Keynes can still harm Ella.

I estimate that after another ten or so minutes of play, the outcome will be decided.

Upon hearing this, Sawyer frowned.

He said, "This woman is really too mysterious."

Keynes nodded in agreement.

“Kill her now. If we let her continue to grow stronger, one day she will crush us completely.”

Keynes replied, "Go ahead, I'll be there as soon as possible."

Sawyer clenched his fist loosely.

It was as if he wanted to crush the command ship with his bare hands.

The next second, he flashed and flew straight towards the command ship.

After crossing half the distance, Sawyer suddenly stopped.

Because he heard Keynes scream.

"What happened?" Sawyer asked hurriedly.

"A follower weapon!"

Keynes was both shocked and furious.

Just as he was about to strike Ella's arm, a lesser psionic servant suddenly appeared in the starry sky, holding a moving star mark in its hand.

Keynes was caught off guard and was sniped in the rear by the moving star mark.

Luckily he swayed a bit, otherwise he would have gotten a hole-in-one.

"What on earth is Carlos doing?!"

"..."

Sawyer rolled his eyes.

I told you those guys from the Unbeliever Legion were pretty bad.

He confidently said there would be no problem, but he couldn't even keep an eye on a single Lesser Psychic Servant. How embarrassing!

Keynes said, "Go and get Enron... dead!"

Before he could finish speaking, Keynes suddenly roared out.

Sawyer: "?"

Keynes gritted his teeth.

A full ten Servant weapons, plus a dense swarm of assault fighters, and behind him was a loli whose head was emitting purple smoke from anger.

"I can't have any good juice!"

Ella charged straight in.

Keynes is about to become withdrawn.