Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"Your Holiness, the attack on the outer defenses has yielded very limited results."

The old pope closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, his gentle demeanor had turned into one of sharp and ruthless intensity.

He brandished his scepter: "The Holy Church underestimates our Mechanicus far too much. Even in this weakened state, we will not be slaughtered by them! Surround the entire city, and launch the apocalyptic strike the moment they get close!"

"Yes, Your Holiness!"

The man who went to carry out the order had a resolute expression.

There was no sorrow, no anger at being bullied.

He was the most loyal warrior of the Papacy, dedicated to eliminating all enemies with ulterior motives.

The TNA330 is in complete chaos.

Shortly after the battle began, the residents all took refuge underground.

But they are also keeping a close eye on the situation outside.

They watched helplessly as the battle line pushed all the way from outside TNA330.

Although only one spaceship entered in the end, the people floating in the air were far more terrifying than the spaceship itself.

If you're talking about a mothership that's tens of kilometers long, then just ignore what the residents are saying.

Unfortunately, the Holy Church's spaceship was only about 400 meters long.

With a wave of his hand, the divine messenger deflected a cannon shot capable of destroying a city; he did not rush to directly attack the aura surrounding the church.

Instead, he spoke in a normal voice: "I know you can hear us. Actually, we didn't come here with the intention of completely antagonizing you. As long as you are willing to hand over all the technical data related to the sealing, we will leave immediately."

Stop dreaming.

A voice rang out.

"Even if we hand over the information to you, the Royal Knights will still target us. And if we choose not to hand it over, you might not be able to win here either. After all, you are completely unqualified compared to the Royal Knights!"

"Sigh." The divine messenger sighed, "It didn't have to get this tense."

"Prepare for the Vatican's counterattack!"

A cold snort abruptly signaled the start of the battle.

The divine messenger had no idea that this counterattack would come from above.

The sky, which had been clear and cloudless, suddenly dimmed, as if the light from the stars had been blocked by something outside.

"Yes……"

puff.

A sudden tremor ran through the messenger's heart.

The flutter in my heart.

It could be a good omen or a bad omen.

Now, it's naturally impossible for it to be the former.

"Let's avoid that and go straight down!"

The messenger spoke softly.

The others didn't know what was going on either, but since the divine messenger had said so, they did as he said.

"arrive!"

The one who carried out the world-ending strike was the very person who had just spoken with the divine messenger.

Every extra word spoken delays the process by one minute.

Now, the opportunity has arrived.

The numbers on the panel have reached their maximum.

Start up, store energy, and set up the net.

A doomsday strike is a destructive attack targeting the civilization of a single planet.

The messenger turned around.

He saw a large net in the sky, formed by countless intersecting deep purple lights.

click -

It was fleeting.

Over there, a person fell from the sky.

But this is only the beginning.

Soon, another net appeared.

Disappearing, reappearing, disappearing, reappearing—it seems to be trapped in an endless cycle.

On this side of the TNA330, it was flashing incessantly, like a camera flash.

"Are the stars twinkling?"

The images transmitted back by the detector stunned An Ran.

Chapter 33 This city has gained a happy person.

The flickering grid caused unimaginable damage to the Holy Church.

There were probably thirty or forty people who attacked TNA330.

Considering that the skill level for making one bowl of dumplings is limited, it takes working with a dozen or so people to get the feel of making dumplings.

The messenger's face was very grim.

The downfall of his subordinates was secondary; it was also foreseeable. The feud between the Mechanized Papacy and the Holy Church can be traced back hundreds of years, and they are by no means easy to deal with.

The divine messenger had no idea how his whereabouts had been exposed.

Why would the Mechanicus make preparations in advance?

They arrived in the Tetana region with the help of the Ninth Expeditionary Force; the Mechanicus had no power to gather information from the Ninth Expeditionary Force.

What if the Ninth Expeditionary Force itself revealed it?

The messenger quickly denied this idea.

Do they really need to do that?

If you really want to completely eradicate the Holy Church, why not just report them instead of offering any help in the first place?

It would be even more impossible for them to reveal that they wanted to use the Holy Church to eliminate the Mechanicus.

So, how exactly was the information leaked?

The messenger's face hardened.

A third of their men were killed, and the attack was still raging.

As the grid gradually approached the ground, the energy leaked during the blast directly ripped up all the soil that wasn't covered by the aura.

Everything is rising.

Dragons dance in the sky.

"Just smash this aperture open!"

The messenger shouted.

He sensed danger; even he would be injured if he faced that grid head-on.

Without him needing to say more, the others in the Holy Church were well aware of it.

Only when they enter the world shrouded in the aura will the attacks of the Mechanicus cease.

"Increase the pressure; we absolutely cannot let them in!"

"Spread the word about this place. No matter how long it takes, at least we'll get help!"

In the basement, the Vatican members were calling out to each other.

They stared intently at the monitors, their eyes bloodshot, their hands sweating profusely as they rested on the equipment.

Will it succeed?

One...two...

But that's far from enough.

This is the highest frequency of world-ending strikes.

If the frequency continues to increase, the weapon will not be able to withstand the pressure and will break down.

"I'll slip in and try."

The Sacred Heart believers, deeply shaken by the ferocity of the grid, clenched their fists.

A small passage appeared in front of him.

Just like when Anran was taken away from Aixing.

The believer hurriedly squeezed inside.

brake!

Fortunately, he walked fast enough.

As the passage disappeared, the grid clipped the spot where he had just been standing.

Rumbling--

A thunderous sound rang out behind them.

The believer quickly emerged from the spatial passage.

"You can get out!"

A smile appeared on his worried face.

But the smile didn't last long.