Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Isn't that the same thing?

An Ran sighed, "This is the first time I've ever seen a strong person challenge a weak one."

"..."

The reporter paused, then asked, "But there are rumors that An Ran is a top-tier star domain ruler."

"Fake news!"

Anran blurted it out.

"next."

"Wait!" the reporter quickly interrupted. "I have another question. Since Anran the Prophet believes that Vesta is a strong opponent and that challenging you is against the rules, would Anran the Prophet proactively challenge Vesta?"

An Ran glanced at him sideways: "Are you as good as Vesta?"

The reporter shook his head.

"Would you challenge Vesta?"

"will not."

“I’m the same as you.” An Ran waved her hand. “Next.”

"Hey, hey hey hey..."

The reporter's comments were immediately blocked by An Ran.

An Ran then gave several more interviews.

Her conversations never strayed from the theme of "Vesta is really amazing".

"Even two of me combined wouldn't be a match for him."

"Do you think my words will damage the reputation of the Cult of Machine God? Please, we have been established for less than twenty years. We are a new force that exists to explore the Myriad Machine God. Being able to compare ourselves with future technology is already the greatest recognition we can receive."

"Actually, I don't condone violence, really."

"May the world be at peace. This press conference is now concluded. Thank you all for participating."

"..."

Boschlia had a blank expression.

He was completely devastated after watching the press conference.

This is a case of "a dead pig not afraid of boiling water".

If you're so capable, come and fight us.

A challenge?

I won't answer.

"Lord Vesta, what should we do now?"

Vesta's face turned ashen.

"Isn't she afraid that the faith of her followers will waver?"

He pointed to Anran, whose smile was as gentle as a spring breeze.

I guess they're not afraid.

Boschlia thought of it.

"I……"

Versta took a few deep breaths.

He wanted to rush to the Cult of Machines right now and teach An Ran a lesson.

With that in mind, Vesta also intends to do the same.

However, he did not act rashly. Instead, he first went to the Exiled Empire to test the waters, and then went to the Eternal Star Road to make some appearances, with the aim of bringing over a few onlookers to cover for him.

The Empire's attitude toward exile was somewhat ambiguous, which only strengthened Vesta's resolve.

He rushed to the vicinity of the Dawn Camp with his otherworldly equipment.

Vesta thus settled down in that outer realm.

His sudden appearance made many people lingering at Dawn Camp uneasy, and as a result, normal trade between the Mechanicus and other groups decreased.

"Prophet Anran, this is having a huge impact on the normal development of our Mechanism Church."

An Ran said helplessly, "Then what can we do? Can you go and kick Vesta out?"

"Uh……"

"So just wait patiently."

An Ran was waiting to accumulate enough experience to level up to 236, waiting for the Machine Soul consciousness to be successfully transplanted into the Divine Resurrection Scepter, and waiting for Nathaniel to investigate the Silver Moonlight.

With the Chain of Judgment broken, her only hope of finding Jill now lies in the intelligence network of the Exiled Empire.

While attention was focused on the Dawn Camp, Lumina was also busy preparing for the ceremony to open the Gate of Ending.

She made almost no noise.

If one of these things hadn't been located so close to the territory of the Exiled Empire, no one would have noticed her movements.

"That woman with the silver moonlight has appeared again?"

Vesta's expression changed slightly upon receiving the message.

Compared to An Ran, he was more wary of Lumina, since Lumina had genuinely suppressed him.

"Have you caught them?"

"We didn't catch her, but we seem to have captured her phone signal."

"How to say?"

"Her hiding place has been located."

"Yeah."

Vesta remained silent.

This can barely be considered good news.

If it weren't for blocking Anran, he would have gone with the people from the Exiled Empire to cause trouble for Lumina.

it's a pity.

Verstad's disappointment did not last long.

After being stationed in the outer realms for over a month, he finally received a positive response from An Ran.

"You just want to beat me up, right? Come on!"

Ha ha.

The "hehe" sound gradually turned into loud laughter.

Three months. Do you know how he got through those three months?

He's been waiting so long he's practically bald.

Okay, now An Ran has finally stepped forward!

Vesta flew straight toward the Divine Court.

If it weren't for the Exiled Empire preparing to launch a second campaign to annihilate the Silver Moon, Anran would never have bothered with Vesta.

Get him away quickly so she can go on her mission.

Fortunately, An Ran's strength improved again at this time.

"Level 239, truly worthy of being a renowned top-tier star field ruler."

Upon seeing Vesta again, Anran was finally able to see his stats panel to some extent.

This opponent is stronger than ever before!

However, Anran may not necessarily win this time.

Chapter 52 In the Name of Machinery

"Have you already met?"

"correct."

Within the bright sphere of light, Nathaniel's gaze pierced through the light barrier and landed on the distant earth.

Pedestrians were everywhere.

It was still a scene of prosperity.

The head guard said, "Actually, you could have stopped all of this from happening. Didn't you think highly of her?"

Nathaniel said in a deep voice, "Although we have different positions, at this moment I share the same views as those old guys."

An Ran's strength has improved too quickly, which has made him wary.

The arbitrators who exile the empire must put the empire's interests first.

He could not tolerate someone with extraordinary ambition sitting in this position and harming the interests of the exiled empire; it would be a stab in the back of his hard work.

The captain of the guard asked again, "But what if it really is just a rumor?"

Nathaniel smiled slightly: "I'm prepared. If it's just a rumor, I'll step in and persuade Vesta to step down."

The head guard remained silent for a moment.

"Won't this affect your reputation?"

"Reputation can't put food on the table."

Nathaniel watched the people coming and going on the ground.

He never wanted peace.