Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The players who were still nearby were all startled.

Pavlo had been calm for a long time, so why is something else happening again?

In an instant, all the players rushed over.

The huge sand pit was filled with yellow sand, making visibility extremely poor. The man lying on the ground wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked around in a daze.

"What's going on?"

"Why did the barrel explode?"

This is a brand new weapon! It exploded!

He saw a hazy figure in the yellow sand.

He tremblingly reached out to touch it, and his fingers were immediately sent shivering through them.

He was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand.

"Are you alright?" the fierce-looking man shouted.

"You actually dared to come all the way to Bapulo to assassinate me. Should I call you stupid, or do I say you have guts?"

Is that a female voice?

There were no women with them.

The fierce man's expression changed drastically.

Even though he couldn't see clearly, he knew who was standing in front of him.

"I, I... I didn't, I didn't, you must have made a mistake."

Whether it's real or fake, the strength that this ANR has shown is unmatched by him.

The fierce man panicked.

As the yellow sand gradually dissipated, he looked up and found himself surrounded.

Several of his companions lay dead in the sand, in very poor condition, while dozens or even hundreds of strangers with hostile eyes stood around them.

They were all eager to fight, showing a tendency to pounce like tigers.

Things have taken a turn for the worst.

The fierce-looking man was sweating profusely.

Anran looked down at the person sitting on the ground.

It feels so good to be "looking down" from above!

Anyone who dares to show off their height to me, I'll shove them into the ground.

She raised her hand, and a cannon barrel that had fallen to the ground flew into her hand.

The fierce-looking man's eyelids twitched.

Retrieving objects remotely—isn't she a mechanic?

Is it because you have a magnetic field on your body?

"Let me show you the fun of the little rocket!" An Ran said with an incredibly kind smile.

"Wait! You've misunderstood, I really..."

An Ran didn't bother listening to his excuses. She poured the power of ether into the cannon barrel and aimed the muzzle at the ground.

The barrel is about one meter long, not long, but that length is sufficient.

Purple energy swirled around the cannon barrel, and with a loud thud, the energy surge from the barrel was about to send it soaring into the sky.

“wocao”

The fierce-looking man's eyes widened.

how did you do that?

The cannon barrel has turned into a rocket?

"Go away!"

┏ (゜ω゜)=?

An Ran lifted the fierce man with one hand and threw him onto the cannon barrel. Then, several wind-binding spells bound him tightly.

"Spare me! I was wrong!"

"Don't worry, this thing won't kill you."

"Let me go! I was misled too!"

The fierce man begged for mercy repeatedly.

"This is just to teach you a lesson, don't be afraid! When you get back, remember to tell the others what happened."

Anran patted him on the shoulder and then cut off the supply of etheric power.

"what--"

"Help!"

Energy bursts forth.

The little rocket soared into the sky with a series of "beep beep beep" sounds.

No matter how much the man struggled, he couldn't escape his fate of going up into the sky with the rocket. As he grew taller, the wind grew louder and louder until he could only see a small dot and could no longer hear anything.

"Uh……"

Tan Lu, who was watching, swallowed hard.

The players looked up at the sky, dumbfounded.

"As for you guys, now that you're here, don't leave."

The cannon, which had been lying quietly, exploded, sending the remaining few who were already half-dead to their deaths to their deaths.

"People who don't know better might think we from beyond the universe are easy to bully, haha."

An Ran left with Tan Lu.

The players were left completely bewildered.

"Oh no, if I encounter domestic violence in the future, I won't be able to fight back at all."

"Keep dreaming!"

Chapter 41 Chief of the Guard

While the players were imagining the horrors of domestic violence, An Ran led Tan Lu and the others around several times before finally settling on the location of the Mechanical Church.

This way, we can assign more tasks.

The fierce-looking man, riding a small rocket that soared into the sky, had his lips ripped off by the wind.

It wasn't until they realized they had passed through the clouds and the sky was getting bluer that they discovered the rings binding them had disappeared.

But it's not okay to think about it now.

The sandy land was so vast, and the distant city seemed so small.

If he were to fall, he would likely not survive given his current strength.

"Big brother, stop flying!"

The fierce-looking man hugged the little rocket tightly, his face scrunched up, looking like he was about to cry.

The little rocket completely ignored it.

Driven by the power of the ether, it patiently carried out Anran's commands.

—I want to fly higher!

"Damn it! ANR, you lied to me!" the fierce man cursed. "You promised this thing wouldn't kill me! You promised I could go back and tell the others what happened to us!"

Anran's words are those of a liar.

Could it possibly be used to fly across the stars?

After trembling on the little rocket for a long time, the fierce man noticed that the rocket's upward momentum had finally weakened, and it began to draw a parabolic trajectory. However, the buzzing noise only made the fierce man more afraid.

"Is this going to explode?"

This isn't some small rocket; it's actually a cannon barrel.

If this explodes, he'll turn into fireworks.

"Help! Help! I was wrong!"

"I shouldn't have come."

I regret it now.

"Your Majesty, you can surely hear me, right? I was wrong. I'm willing to serve you like a slave. Please, Your Majesty, spare my life!"

beep beep~

When the wind picked up, his mouth was blown straight out, and the sound he made at the end became a rhythmic "poof".

The fierce man's heart clenched, a dull ache throbbing within him; he feared he might die of a heart attack.

"I don't want to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!"

whoosh-

Finally, the little rocket surpassed its highest point and began its downward trajectory.

"Waaah—"

The fierce man was in a daze, his eyes blinking rapidly from the wind.

He watched as the clouds rushed towards him.

Watching the dust and smoke kicked up by the yellow sand gradually engulf his vision.

The little rocket is about to plunge into the ground.