Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Anran didn't expect Vesta to be any less hostile towards her just because she was at a disadvantage.

"Oops!"

After leaving the virtual world, Boschlia was shocked to find that the colorful ball of light was almost touching her face.

That's not right.

He was prepared to admit defeat as soon as he came out of the virtual world, but Anran didn't give him the chance. What should he do?

Boschlia was in a panic.

He quickly mobilized his mechanized forces to launch a counterattack.

"Stop her, quick!"

Its territory expanded rapidly, but it collapsed instantly when it collided with Enron's territory.

Boschlia turned pale.

Without the domain's bonus, his strength is at least 20% weaker.

Plus……

"Damn it!"

Boschlia discovered that the broken machinery on his side twisted twice and then rebelled, transforming into a peaceful shape.

With one side gaining and the other losing, there's even less chance of a fight.

At this moment, Anran's Kingslayer had already led a large group of psionic war puppets to directly break through Boschlia's first line of defense and head straight for Boschlia, who was hiding behind it, seemingly wanting to stage a scene of taking the general's head from among thousands of troops.

Under the command of the Sky Lord, countless energy beams were also pinpointing and eliminating the most threatening turrets in Boschlia's mechanical forces.

"That black machine hasn't even started operating yet."

Boschlia's heart sank; he knew that was Anran's true trump card.

The gap was indeed as large as he had imagined.

He is the kind of "orthodox" mechanic who wins by sheer numbers. Against a mechanic like Anran who throws punches without any strategy, it would be difficult to find a way out once he fell into a disadvantageous position.

"Hey."

On the other side, the onlookers stared at the commentator, who had become the center of the crowd, with strange looks.

The atmosphere was a bit dull.

"Didn't you say that Boschlia's move was brilliant?"

"It was a mistake. After all, I'm not a god, and I can't be right about everything. Besides, I just said it, and it's your business whether you believe it or not."

"Wow, isn't this all because you said it so truthfully?"

"And now you're blaming me?"

"If it's not your fault, who is?"

"It's your fault..."

"Stop arguing!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from the crowd.

It was Nizel who stepped forward.

He glanced at the people around him with a cold look: "What's all the noise about? Just watch An Ran's performance quietly. You can't keep your composure at all."

"Yes, that's true."

The people who were arguing just moments ago looked a little embarrassed.

Nizel crossed his arms and stared intently at the big screen.

He appeared very calm on the surface, but his heart was pounding in his chest.

I never imagined it would turn out like this.

He thought that even if An Ran could beat Boschlia, it would be a Pyrrhic victory, but he never expected it would be a one-sided crushing defeat.

Just over two minutes later, Boschlia was left with only the strength to flee.

Fortunately, his mechanized forces were extremely large, otherwise he would have been captured by Anran long ago.

Even so, Boschlia was in quite a sorry state. He had several burn marks left by energy beams on his body, and even half of his hair was gone, turning into a rather unorthodox mohawk.

"I won the bet!"

Nizel clenched his fists.

Barring any mishaps, the Flanor Foundation will soar to new heights aboard the Mechanicus.

At that moment, Nezel saw Boschlia stop.

Boschlia raised both hands above her head.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The sound was transmitted to An Ran's ears via a private frequency.

However, the trembling of Boschlia's lips when he was emotional still made his meaning clear to everyone.

Snapped.

An Ran timely withdrew the instructor's spear.

The kingslayer in the distance was surrounded by blinding lightning on its right arm. Even after receiving the order, it could not stop. Its spear charged forward and rammed into the huge cannon platform blocking its way.

The dozens of layers of shields were nothing in front of the Kingslayer, shattering in an instant.

The instructor's spear pierced straight through the gun emplacement.

wow-

The entrance to the cave was covered in fiery red wounds, crackling with electricity, as if it had gone berserk.

Moments later, the gun emplacement exploded into fragments amidst the violent tremors, and a large number of smaller gun emplacements around it also collapsed.

"Whoo~"

Boschlia breathed a sigh of relief.

The shockwave from the spear thrust flew past his left side, and he still felt a slight pain from it.

Fortunately, Anran did not continue the attack.

He understood what An Ran meant.

They didn't want to completely antagonize Future Technology; otherwise, they should have pressed their advantage earlier.

Thinking this, Boschlia then shouted, "I surrender!"

"Is it just admitting defeat in private?" An Ran asked rhetorically.

"..."

suffocated.

Boschlia's expression changed several times.

But there was nothing that could be done; An Ran had the upper hand.

Boschlia switched the call channel.

"Boschlia has connected to the public frequency!"

Shouts rang out from the crowd, indicating that someone had something to say.

Boschlia closed her eyes: "I... admit... defeat."

It felt like a heavy burden was pressing on my heart, but once I spoke it out, it was as if all the constraints had been lifted.

Boschlia is conflicted.

When that heavy sound appeared on the public channel, the channel fell silent for a long time.

After Boschlia fell into a complete disadvantage, many people expected this result, but when they actually heard the words of surrender, they felt a mix of emotions.

Boschlia is also a mechanical overlord who has been famous for hundreds of years.

He was once the role model for many mechanics.

But even such a strongman was defeated by An Ran, and in an extremely embarrassing manner, he conceded defeat without leaving any face.

"That's the difference."

"An Ran is ready to challenge Vesta, isn't she?"

"That's not quite it. Vesta's strength is far beyond what Boschlia can match, but I don't think it'll be too far off."

"Yes."

Looking at Boschlia standing opposite her, Anran nodded gently: "I accept your surrender. Let's end this battle here."

Boschlia did not speak.

He silently stored his mechanical troops into the interdimensional storage box.

After realizing that An Ran hadn't made any further moves, he gazed deeply at the distant Divine Court, then turned and left.

An Ran did not continue the pursuit; she also recalled the mechanical troops.

At this point, there were still twenty minutes left before the attribute buff on her body would end.

The word "clever and efficient" is indeed very apt.

Before long, An Ran's figure disappeared into the Divine Court.

The battle is over, but its effects are only just beginning.

Amidst the enthusiastic discussions of the crowd, Nizel ran non-stop toward his spaceship.

He must finalize the cooperation between the Flanor Foundation and the Mechanicus immediately!

……

"An unexpected victory."

Nathaniel replayed the battle footage several times.