Poverty makes me capable of anything.

This whole mess is like tearing flesh off him.

Vesta was furious.

"I'll be right back."

Upon hearing this, the phantom breathed a sigh of relief.

With Lord Vesta around, even if a top-tier civilization launches a massive attack, he wouldn't worry about being captured.

Vesta left in a hurry.

As he stepped through the gate, the gatekeeper stared at him in astonishment.

"Lord Vesta, what is this?"

Vesta said without turning his head, "I'll be right back. You don't need to turn off the equipment inside."

The gatekeeper nodded quickly.

He gazed at Vesta's back with longing eyes.

How magnificent!

How magnificent!

I wish he could be as good as Vesta someday.

Vesta was already used to such looks.

There's a saying among strangers: "Warm wine before beheading Hua Xiong." Today, he must return before the light of the Dragon Slayer's Blade, once activated, dims again!

Excluding travel time, he has half an hour to fight.

That's more than enough.

The outcome of a mechanic's battle is usually clear very quickly.

Because the Mechanic is fragile.

If one cannot control the situation, dragging it out could very well lead to defeat.

Players like An Ran, who can fight melee classes to the point of exhaustion thanks to their powerful regenerative abilities and unpredictable tankiness, are a minority.

Through the interdimensional portal, Vesta quickly arrived near the territory of future technology.

He could feel its astonishing aura from a great distance.

Purple light shot out.

Embedded in the dark starry sky.

Vesta suddenly raised his right hand.

A streak of light flashed past him, and Vesta caught it with lightning speed.

"Metal fragments?"

Vesta was taken aback.

How could it fly so far?

Before he could think any further, Boschlia's voice came through the private channel.

"My Lord, I can't hold on much longer."

"I've arrived, don't worry!"

Vesta confidently crushed the piece of metal in his hand.

He focused his attention and flew toward the direction of the Ark of the Future.

Before long, Vesta will be able to see the defensive line crumbling in the battle.

The situation was worse than he had imagined.

There are a total of ten lines of defense around the Future Ark.

Even without his domain enhancement, the defensive system constructed by these ten lines of defense is enough to withstand the impact of a fleet with a strength of hundreds of millions.

But under the attacker's assault, half of the ten lines of defense have already been breached.

Vesta's gaze swept around.

Amidst a sea of ​​fiery red light, he located the attacker.

She has long, light purple hair.

Curvy figure with prominent breasts and buttocks.

This is clearly a woman.

Vesta thought of Anran.

Just then, Boschlia, who was struggling to hold on with his defensive line, also spotted Vesta.

"Your Highness!"

Boschlia's eyes lit up.

The hard times are finally over.

If it weren't for several lines of defense in front of him, he probably would have died at the hands of this purple-haired woman long ago.

Vesta flashed to Boschlia's side.

He nodded slightly.

"I am coming!"

What reassuring words!

Boschlia was energized.

The ordinary members of the Future Technology team were even more excited.

Their adoration for Vesta was no less than the fanatical worship of Enron by the followers of the Mechanicus.

Even worse.

The Vista has lived for over a thousand years, and its record is far more impressive than Anran's.

"You've finally arrived."

At that moment, a cold voice rang out in the public channel.

Vesta looked up and met Lumina's gaze.

"Did you wait for me here on purpose?" Vesta said, squinting slightly.

Lumina nodded: "That's right."

"You are very confident."

Vesta smiled.

I just don't know if I'm being too confident.

"Why should we get involved in future technologies?"

"Did you kill Leander?" Lumina asked Vesta bluntly.

"Silver moonlight?"

Vesta was taken aback.

Lumina sneered, "Show me your true skills, or you're dead today!"

"as you wish!"

Vesta gave a soft shout.

He has taken over control of all the surrounding machinery.

Under the powerful domain's coverage, the machines seemed to come alive, especially the defensive lines, which even possessed the majestic aura of a dragon.

"on!"

Vesta swings his right arm forward.

Countless machines flew out from the alternate dimension he controlled, engulfing Lumina in the blink of an eye.

The explosions continued, the light and flames never ceased.

Then, under Vesta's control, the enormous futuristic vessel began to move.

It began to split.

From one giant monster to countless small machines.

This completely framed Vesta and Lumina.

From the outside, it looks like an enormous cube.

This is Vesta's mechanical arena.

When fighting in the arena, his machine will receive a 100% boost.

At the same time, the comprehensive attacks and continuous virtual consciousness impacts can make it difficult for opponents to defend against.

"It's been a long time since Lord Vesta has used this tactic. It seems that Lord Vesta is really angry this time."

"Five lines of defense were breached for no reason. I would be angry too."

The members of Future Technology were discussing it animatedly.

Since they can't see the actual battle anyway, they have nothing else to do if they don't make up stories.

Nobody thought Versta would lose.

After watching the lively spectacle for only three or four minutes, those who were naturally more sensitive began to have doubts.

"We still haven't made a move?"

"In theory, Lord Vesta should have already returned victorious."

Boschlia silently gazed at the future ship that had changed shape.

He vaguely sensed something was wrong, but didn't dwell on it too much.