Poverty makes me capable of anything.

This is much more spectacular than Syndra's ultimate.

The jinx had lost count of how many energy shocks it had suffered.

At first, his skin was torn and bleeding, but now he is barely conscious.

He was a believer in God.

At this moment, I'm starting to question the meaning of life.

I wonder if I shouldn't have spoken up back then, otherwise things wouldn't be like this now.

"Experience gained!"

wow-

With a single sword strike, he sent the crow's beak to meet the void, then turned back and pounced on the remaining people.

"Don't even think about running away!"

An Ran's wielding of a large sword and hacking wildly had no artistic merit whatsoever.

However, her use of herself as a focal point to control the concentrated attacks of the air-trailing cannons and energy projectors with the power of ether was a superb art that made the players in the spaceship cheer repeatedly.

"Precise!"

"One shot, one kill!"

"This, perhaps, is what a big shot is like."

"I want to have ANR's babies!"

"Wake up, you're a man!"

"Then let ANR have my babies!"

"Grass!"

A group of people swarmed forward.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I was wrong! ANR belongs to everyone!"

But the other players attacked even more fiercely.

"Damn it, ANR is clearly mine."

No, it's mine.

"Bullshit, that's my wife!"

*Slap... slap*

"It's not good, it's not good!"

Qiao Qina received the report.

"Those strangers have started fighting; there's been an internal conflict," the messenger reported breathlessly.

"what?"

Qiao Qina looked completely bewildered: "What exactly happened?"

"Um..." the person reporting calmed down a bit, "They were arguing about whose wife ANR was, and they started fighting over it."

"???"

Qiao Qina asked a question.

She was completely bewildered.

Are these strangers really not thinking straight?

How could they fight so fiercely over such a trivial issue?

Who is ANR's wife?

Isn't this a very simple question? It's clearly Ella's.

What are they thinking?

"Get the security team that the outsiders formed themselves to go over there right away," Qiao Qina cursed angrily.

"Yes."

The person who gave the report left.

Upon receiving the news, the guild's higher-ups also turned ashen-faced.

Most players in the Time-Space Rift are in guilds, and some solo players also join guilds.

When they heard that the people below were fighting over who An Ran was, they were speechless.

If this were posted on a forum, who knows how many people would laugh at it.

and……

"It's one thing to say something like that, but is it really worth fighting over?"

"This is mainly because it shields the damage from teammates, which is why we can play so enthusiastically."

"Are you all idiots?! ANR is fighting on the front lines, and you're just causing trouble from behind. Don't blame me if you get kicked out of the Hyperdimensional Dimension."

"President, I was wrong!"

"It's good that you know you were wrong. This must not be spread on the forum."

I repeatedly reminded them.

In the end, the message was still sent out.

The onlookers, who had brought their little stools, were all dumbfounded.

What kind of show is this now?

Then all sorts of opinions emerged.

That's absolutely fantastic!

Once again, it's time to pick up the keyboard and shoulder everything on the battlefield.

These players have gone completely mad.

Scientific research suggests that joining a time-space system can lead to a more violent personality.

[I've seen your wives' doujinshi (just kidding)]

What kind of weirdos are these?

[Uh, this feels a bit scary. Is this some kind of cult? I was thinking of joining the Time-Traveling Dimension, but I've thought about it and decided against it.]

The last sound, amplified by someone with ulterior motives, suddenly arose.

The escalating situation has left the guild leaders responsible for recruiting new members with a major headache.

"This has a significant impact on us. The Hyperdimensional Dimension only has a base in Baplo. With their publicity, those who are worried about the cost of their tickets are even less willing to come."

"Damn it, these bastards can't stand to see our Warhammer Guild doing well."

Warhammer was riding high for a while, with the guild developing well, increasing its members, rising in strength, and even forming its own team.

However, it was subsequently targeted by some established one-star guilds.

The suppression from all sides is giving him a headache; these people are really finding all sorts of ways to mess with them.

But they were outnumbered, so even if they retaliated, they lacked confidence.

The newly formed teams were completely crushed, and the guild's development has reached a bottleneck.

If you can't get past that hurdle, you'll remain a two-star guild forever.

"I need to do more missions. If my skills aren't good enough, I'll make up for it with higher levels!"

For now, Warhammer can only swallow its pride. Unable to recruit powerful players, the only way to retaliate is to bury itself in training for thirty years, and then emerge to astound the world.

An Ran, who was playing a game of big fish eat little fish in deep space, had no idea about all this.

The Holy Church's spatial abilities made it quite difficult for her, but in the end she still managed to kill them one by one.

An S-rank mission to rescue the Mechanicus, plus a separate kill reward.

Enron's reserves of experience skyrocketed.

She turned and with a single slash cleaved a nearly destroyed spaceship into dust; the fragments from the explosion naturally separated upon encountering the Silver Moon Knight.

With her blade bent into a bow, An Ran turned around and stared intently at the several spaceships that were encircling the space-time fleet in the distance.

"You lot are useless!"

Following closely behind the raging arrow, An Ran swiftly pursued it.

……

The Mechanic Church's surprise attack was very effective.

They quickly sank several of the Holy See's ships.

However, once the members of the Holy Church realized what was happening, this long-range attack proved insignificant.

The distorted space blocked the path of the artillery fire, and the hidden mines vanished without a trace upon contact.

The space around the spaceship was completely under the control of the divine messenger, and no matter how the dark thunder attacked, it could not cross the high wall.

It's not that the divine messenger's spatial devouring ability is invincible.

However, this level of attack is clearly not the limit.

Fortunately, the tachyon energy beam that passed by was stronger than expected.

This was originally an attack that exceeded the physical constraints of this space.

The energy released the instant it bursts out of the tunnel is astonishing.

"Advance quickly. I can't hold them off for long like this. Once we get close to the church, they won't dare use this weapon anymore."

The divine messenger remained calm and composed.

His composure stems from his confidence in his own abilities.

Even if he were alone, he could turn the Mechanical Church upside down, let alone with so many helpers.