Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"Where did this random wild boss come from? Quick, call for help!"

Call someone.

The players realized that with their current small group, they were no match for this boss whose level was unknown.

The shipyard's extensive defenses failed to withstand the first large-scale attack, and by then, players who had arrived were scattered everywhere.

It was too late when the shipyard defenders attempted to detonate the shipyard.

After a few explosions, the dropped B1 bombs brought peace to the world.

"Since we can't blow it up, let's just destroy it! We can't leave these facilities to them!"

"It's time."

An Ran, who was constantly observing the battlefield, knew it was time for her to make her move.

"Establish a low-altitude no-fly zone to prevent all unidentified flying objects from approaching, and clear out any enemy on the ground at any time."

After the order was given, Anran's temporary flagship, escorted by dozens of spaceships, approached the ground.

When they were still dozens of miles above the ground, An Ran chose to parachute in.

The "parachute jump" landed precisely in enemy-occupied territory of the factory. Just like a god with cheat codes, the stray bullets flying over were like tickles to An Ran, not even causing her to lose blood.

As soon as she landed, a bunch of weapons appeared out of thin air in An Ran's hands.

"killed……"

boom.

Two B1 bombs dropped, world peace.

An Ran, standing at the epicenter of the explosion, calmly headed towards the location of the artist, an 82-level boss that was far beyond the reach of current players.

I saw Imperial soldiers smashing equipment on the road, so I slashed them with my flying sword!

If you encounter a sniper who tries to ambush you, glare at him and then snipe him dead.

He casually grabbed a soldier who jumped out from behind a box and threw him outside the shipyard. He flew several miles away in a somersault, which was pretty impressive.

"Someone else is here?"

The artist is wondering why these players, whom he's never seen before, can't create an art mosaic. The bodies disappear shortly after they're killed.

Then he saw An Ran.

Her face was covered by a technological mask, but it was still possible to tell that she was female.

"After watching the love scenes and action scenes, I'm particularly interested in women today."

The artist immediately abandoned the player he was fighting and headed straight for Anran.

Lines, countless lines, flew towards me.

These lines are not solid lines, but dashed lines; they are not what we call mathematical lines.

The artist was full of confidence.

He wanted to create a perfect platter.

Ah, those slender arms and legs, that fair and tender skin... oops, she's flat-chested! This material is inherently flawed; it's quite difficult to make it perfect.

When the artist was 500 meters away from Anran, a bad feeling suddenly arose in his mind.

That's a must.

Weakness Aura activated.

The 5-level difference caused the artist to have their attribute values ​​reduced by 7.5% out of nowhere.

You've become weaker, do you know that?

With the hurricane in hand and the fire ability in his left hand activated, An Ran swiftly unleashed a fiery sword strike, completely ignoring the energy threads.

The artist's pupils contracted: "This woman."

The silk thread sliced ​​through An Ran's body, but An Ran was completely unharmed.

It was as if those threads had been forcibly snapped.

Ha ha.

Anran had anticipated the artist's horror; this was the power of the guardian's body.

I have 68,000 health points and I can outlast you. What do you have to fight me with?

"Sorry, but being a tank means you can do whatever you want! I'm not only tanky, I also have all sorts of support and damage output!"

A sword struck the artist, and then the three level 80+ OP-grade mechanical golems that were pulled out switched into the shape of infinite turrets, bombarding the artist at an incomprehensible speed.

There are also swarms of mechanical insects and joint-inhibiting swarms of nanorobots.

The artist, who was extremely confident in his cutting ability, was beaten up by An Ran and repeatedly discovered in horror that even if he broke through An Ran's wind shield, he still could not cause any damage.

There wasn't even a wound.

"What kind of monster is this?"

The artist began to question the meaning of life.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? And who is this woman in front of me?

Who is hitting me, and who am I hitting?

crazy.

Countless memories of conflict swirled in my mind.

The artist was forced to shed his disguise, return to his original self, and forcibly seal away those memories.

"..."

Holy crap, that's a magic trick!

An Ran was also taken aback by the artist's abilities.

This allows the artist to create distance: "Who are you, really?"

"And who the hell are you?"

"Who I am is not important..."

"Does it matter who I am? Your brain is probably blank." An Ran retorted without any politeness.

"I……"

"What do you mean 'what ...'? You dare to lay a hand on something I've set my sights on? I'll chop your dog's head off today!"

Appeared!

The player who touched it nearby had a bright look in their eyes!

The classic irritable older sister-style ANR has reappeared!

I'll curse you without hesitation, so what if I say civilized? I'll not only curse you, I'll also send you to your grave.

"She's ruthless! Extraordinary, and I like extraordinary women like you!" the artist suddenly laughed.

"I am extremely confident in my appearance. Your compliments are useless. Now you can die."

Ha ha.

You think I'm talking nonsense?

An Ran suddenly pulled out a short-range energy beam arrow that had been fully charged and fired it at the artist.

凸(艹皿艹), sneak attack, so shameless.

It dissolved.

Anran saw the artist's body dissolving, but it was fake, or rather, a visual illusion caused by the distortion of light.

That attack only dealt a little over three thousand damage.

The remaining energy was poured into the airport.

Long-distance spatial jump for a single person.

An Ran frowned as she looked at the space that had returned to normal.

There's nothing left there.

The rumbling sound signaled that an airport was about to collapse.

Annoying.

"It was completely pulverized."

At An Ran's command, several mechanical golems took up positions and quickly cleared away the parts of the airport that were about to collapse.

"We cleared out all the fish that had slipped through the net."

Meanwhile, Pavlo.

A person walking in the sunlight without casting a shadow is quietly approaching the time-traveling city.

Chapter 15 Assassins and Agents

After more than 30,000 players left, the Time-Space City immediately became deserted.

As the largest city in Bapulo (because Bapulo is the only city), the popularity of the Time-Space City is even less than that of the larger settlements outside after losing players.

The bustling urban area is more like a beautiful and fun villa leisure area with hardly anyone around.

Unable to bear the loneliness, An Qianqian finally obtained Heloise's consent and, under Maqi's care, skipped and hopped out of the City of Ether.

As a naturally active and mischievous child, An Qianqian felt that she would go crazy if she stayed cooped up in the small Ether City, even with an endless supply of food and robots to play with in various ways.

Like a wild horse that has broken free, she went to the famous Mo's Sand Sculpture Shop in the city after leaving the City of Ether.

"I want to order two sand sculptures!"

"The image is me, and the little girl next to ANR, you get it!"

"I understand, I understand!" Mo Shahe nodded repeatedly; he had seen Ella's appearance many times before.