Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Burn your life!

All attributes increased by 30%!

"They're nothing but lackeys from beyond time and space, how could they possibly kill me!"

The Wind Whisperer transforms into a storm-generating machine in the deep sky.

Unseen energy is stirring.

Visible cosmic dust formed a hazy gray fog.

One after another, the blades of light slashed wildly from the blade, forming a vast, all-encompassing net, creating a truly terrifying visual effect.

"Haha, this is the style of our nobles!"

Victory is certain!

"The counterattack begins now!"

"..."

"I seem to sense a mysterious aura."

The Void Panda, who had been following An Ran's gaze while watching the battle, scratched its ear.

"A mysterious aura?" An Ran asked, puzzled.

"It's a power that transcends limits!"

"Void Panda said with certainty."

"..."

I don't really understand.

However, the Void Panda's tone seemed quite serious.

It was very solemn, because no matter how eloquently An Ran described it before, it was not as good as seeing it with one's own eyes.

This low-dimensional world is truly extraordinary; the "Star Domain Ruler," who "has transcended humanity," doesn't seem to be something An Ran made up.

However, we still need to observe further.

"Get inside the mech quickly, or don't blame me if you get killed," Anran said to Iben.

"what?"

What is An Ran up to now?

Originally, Iben wanted to have a "dance" with the Wind Whisperer, whose special effects were fully activated, but since Anran had already said so, he would do as she said.

When he touched the silver thread, the virus blade washed away its splendor and returned to calm.

A divine messenger mech suddenly jumped out from deep space, the hatch opened a crack, and Ibn nimbly slipped inside.

Let's get out of here!

"This is your escape route!"

A star map automatically popped up in the mech's cockpit.

"Try this big one!"

Anran pressed the button in front of her.

The tactile feedback of physical keys always gives one a sense of accomplishment and power.

"Awoooo ...

Knowing that she couldn't maintain this state for long, the berserk Wind Whisperer decided to catch up and cut Iben and his mech into pieces while she was still in power.

Just as he took his first step, an enormous vortex suddenly appeared in the space above his head.

The next moment, a sharp bullet emerged from the vortex!

Justice from heaven!

The Peerless Greatsword!

A decisive blow in the trial!

There are countless words to describe the bullet that landed on the head of the Wind Whisperer.

But in the eyes of the Wind Whisperer, only one word remained.

so big!

dong dong dong...

A blade can bring death, but no flash of light can take it away.

Without a sound or notice.

The massive damage numbers that floated up signaled the death of the Wind Whisperer; until the very end, his death remained shrouded in mystery.

Until the very end, he never launched an effective counterattack; he was constantly being beaten and never managed to turn the tide.

Too tragic.

At this moment, the divine messenger mech under the attack of the Deep Space Gun was like a balloon flying in the wind, being blown around wildly. Iben clung tightly to the pillar in the cockpit, but the pillar broke as he clung to it. He then grabbed the pull ring on the ground, but that pull ring broke as he pulled. Without any foothold, he slammed into the cockpit three thousand times, bumping his head all over.

When the riot finally stopped, there were several holes in the cockpit, and the armored shield was dented. Ibn felt like his body was falling apart and he was dizzy and disoriented.

"Ugh... I'm going to vomit!"

"Cough cough cough..."

"Why do I have to go up and deliver it if there's such a method?" Iben complained bitterly.

“If you don’t go, he might run away!” An Ran said. “Don’t worry, the Time-Space will remember your contribution and give you a discount when you buy things in the future.”

Iben was taken aback: "Shouldn't they be issued as part of the official distribution?"

"I'm poor."

"..."

……

Finished!

Time seemed to stand still, and Schuster had given up thinking.

One second ago, the Wind Whisperer and Ibn were fighting back and forth, with their crisscrossing sword energy and scattered blade light creating a cinematic feel.

But the next second, a bullet fell, the scene changed abruptly, and reality brutally assaulted Schuster's mind.

Schuster couldn't have imagined a more visually striking way to die.

It's like reading a novel where the protagonist falls into a river and drowns.

In short, it's fucking awful!

You can criticize this unreasonable way of ending things in a million ways.

But it was all too late to undo the damage.

Simple and straightforward.

It can drive everyone away in an instant.

"mean?"

Want to try it again?

Trans-temporal delivery, precise delivery right up to your head.

"We can't beat them, there's no way we can beat them."

"No one can withstand such an unreasonable blow."

"We cannot win this war!"

The men of the assault fleet were in complete disarray; in the long night, they saw no possibility of dawn breaking.

Its name is "Despair".

Despair was spreading, and Schuster had no hope left to fight it.

Especially when Ibn struggled to crawl out of the cracks in his divine messenger-class mech.

0 for 1.

That's not all.

Run!

"I want to go home!"

"I'm not fighting anymore, I surrender! I want to surrender!"

The surrounding fleet showed no mercy, and its strafe guns quickly reduced the remaining enemy fleet to a pile of fragments.

Schuster perished with the warship in despair.

The last image transmitted back to fleet headquarters was the scene of flames engulfing the monitoring equipment.

"The plan to destroy the turret has failed, and we have also lost two master-level experts."

The commander at headquarters solemnly explained this fact to those around him.

This is a fact that is hard to accept.

Most of the men below were stunned. When the assault fleet was dispatched, they were all full of confidence, their faces shining with an unusual radiance, feeling that this operation would surely succeed in one fell swoop.

Once the turrets are destroyed, the situation on the battlefield will immediately turn around. With everyone united, they can easily repel the dimensional rift.

But reality slapped them hard in the face.

It's free.

It was all given away for nothing!

Upon closer inspection, it turns out we didn't even manage a 1-for-1 exchange; we lost a fortune.

The casualty ratio is one thing, but the most serious blow is to morale.

After the collapse of the planetary mothership model, the morale that had been painstakingly raised plummeted like a waterfall, never to be rebuilt.