Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The slash was so powerful that Butler Number One stumbled, and the blade chipped.

Awesome!

In fact, An Ran no longer needed to make a move. Butler No. 1, who had entered close-range defense mode, turned around and stabbed the tall guy who jumped out with a punch. His glasses, half of which were broken, fell to the ground and were crushed by the moving machine gunner.

After a brutal beating, An Ran heard the game's notification.

"You killed a member of Nine Songs and gained 1850 free experience points."

Nine Songs?

Emmm...

He was just an insignificant person; let him be killed.

She quickly composed herself and continued heading towards the central area.

……

I've run into Morning Star's main group; I'm stuck on the road and can't get there in time.

Damn, those sneaky old bastards were lying in ambush by the roadside!

Help! I'm surrounded by a group of people!

Damn it, I've already run back to my corpse once, I don't want to do it again.

Wait for me, wait for me, I'm coming right away.

……

Before she had even fully crossed the entire defensive line, Anran discovered that the situation at Trading Post No. 3 was extremely bad. Every time she went to a new place, she saw Morning Star's people beating up the guards, or several gruesome corpses lying on the ground, with blood flowing everywhere.

Judging from the way they died, it must have all been done by the same person.

Moreover, the bloodstains continued to spread inwards, undoubtedly indicating that they came from the people of Morning Star.

"clatter……"

An Ran's footsteps lightly touched the cement floor. Her raised hand was about to press against the door when Ella suddenly grabbed An Ran's wrist and shook it with her right hand.

An Ran immediately understood. She took out a high-energy explosive bomb, pulled the fuse, and quickly slipped it through the door crack using the wooden plank on the ground.

"Ok?"

The person hiding behind the door was firing guns and slashing with knives, using whatever moves they could find.

Under such an unreasonable ambush attack, a knife struck the explosive bomb.

"Boom—"

The explosion at close range made An Ran frown. Broken door panels flew everywhere. She and Ella bent down and hid behind two robots, perfectly avoiding all the damage.

"Go away!"

A loud shout drowned out the noise behind him, and then Anran saw a dark-skinned, burly man raising a light machine gun.

Bullets rained down like a storm outside, shattering the room where An Ran was. Then, Hei Youying grabbed a long stick and rushed out.

Close combat?

An Ran immediately laughed.

She had already seen the dark and hard panel. Level 20 seemed quite high, but she was already level 21, and her attributes were frighteningly high due to the combination of mechanical equipment and titles. She wasn't afraid at all.

"boom!"

The dual-barreled spray gun is fired.

The dark-skinned, tough guy actually took the bullet without any regard for the danger. He seemed to be in pretty good shape, and taking advantage of the moment when Anran fired, he charged towards Ella.

Of course, you should pick the softest persimmons to squeeze.

In Black and Hard's view, Ella is clearly the weakest one.

"..."

Overall, An Ran felt that her current strength was not much different from Ella's, but Ella was much more durable.

In close-quarters combat where few techniques are required, sufficient speed combined with astonishing strength results in the situation where Black Hard, who was secretly pleased, suddenly finds that his thrown stick has been caught by Ella.

Catch it? You caught it?

"Crack..."

The scariest thing is that it was broken in half.

“Anran said she wouldn’t kill you.” Ella gripped the broken stick and shoved it back in hard.

"puff--"

His abdomen was pierced, and his body was also smashed, causing internal injuries that made him vomit a mouthful of blood.

What happened to the promised crushing victory?

Even a fight like the one we had before, where every punch landed, would be fine.

"brush--"

His last conscious thought ended there, and An Ran, who had rushed over from behind, pierced another hole in him with a single blow.

Two high-damage piercing wounds, coupled with a massive bleeding buff, kept the red health deduction numbers going until the game notified me that I had safely gained 17000 free experience points.

It turned out to be an elite monster too.

"Let's keep going, we can't linger here." Anran sheathed the Crimson Blade, called to Ella, and continued charging forward.

……

[NICE, this is a welcome relief after being suppressed by these GBs from the government forces for months!]

[Damn it, we're getting beaten up at Trading Post 1, and you bunch of bastards are getting all the meat over there? I'm crying.]

Has anyone spotted the leader of Morning Star?

No.

[Everyone, shut up! This guy is a spy for the government forces. Let's talk about anything in private messages, not on the forum.]

【! ! ! 】

【? ? ? 】

……

Anran and Ella quickly crossed the short defensive line without encountering any further trouble or obstacles. Even if someone appeared, Anran would kill them with a single shot, without having to bother with drawing and sheathing their sword.

After rushing out, they were then subjected to a fierce storm and several bullets.

The bullet grazed past him; though it was a stray bullet, it perfectly demonstrated the essence of the "human outline shooting" technique.

"Stop them, stop them."

"Boom!"

"Never mind us, you guys get to...the hovering station..."

"what!"

"Waaaaah—"

The conversations that occasionally reached An Ran's ears made her heart sink; indeed, the situation had deteriorated to the point of no return.

Morningstar deliberately created such a disparity in strength, and the weakly defended Trading Post No. 3 was no match for their onslaught. The delicate flower could not withstand the torment and was about to wither.

Do your best, do your best, do everything...

"Ella, hurry up and come with me. I'll go to the hover station first and see if there's still a chance."

After An Ran finished speaking, she activated her fastest speed, rushing towards the hovering station like a raging tornado.

So far, not a single task has been completed, and they are being led by the nose by Morning Star. The dormant volcano could erupt at any moment.

At this moment, the two groups of people who were struggling with each other in the open space were completely dumbfounded.

"Splash—"

The rainwater that had accumulated on the ground was split in the middle, splashing all over my face. All I could see was what looked like a figure rushing quickly toward the hovering station.

"Holy crap, what's going on?"

"Did someone just rush past?"

"Who is it? Which side are they on?"

No one saw clearly who ran past, but there was indeed someone who was incredibly fast.

Both the people from Morning Star and the government forces were starting to panic.

What changes will actually occur?

This is so frustrating!

"She passed away safely!"

Just then, a stranger from another place spoke up.

……

[The person sitting in the car just now was An Ran.] After wiping the mud off his face, Claude Preer continued managing his live stream.

【Oh, An Ran is here?】

What about the other members of Jiuge?

What are you waiting for? Hurry up and catch up to take pictures!

[Don't worry, everyone. This time we're livestreaming the faction war at Trading Post 3, not Enron, not Enron.]

[Get lost! Who's going to watch your livestream if you don't stream Anran? Goodbye, I'm going next door.]

[You're not watching the girls, you're watching the typhoon! All you see is the wind blowing around. When you're streaming your faction battle, go inside and broadcast. What are you doing standing outside watching ghosts?]

[Dude, you should just go to the palace; your livestream is so bad, you might as well not broadcast at all.]

"..."

Steamed bread slices.