In less than forty minutes, Xiao Ran was already sitting in the Papal Hall's grand chamber. The person who should have been sitting there had lost consciousness and lay obediently at Xiao Ran's feet. Several people and Blades were also in the hall, either unconscious or forcibly bound to the ceiling by Xiao Ran's telekinesis, unable even to open their mouths.
A dozen or so silver-peak and gold Gamers naturally could not have taken over the entire Papal Hall on their own, but for Xiao Ran, it had been nothing more than a flicker of movement. Having those Gamers infiltrate first was, just as Xiao Ran had said aboard the Ira ship, merely a simple test for them. In this world, Xiao Ran's abilities were absolutely comparable to those of a god. Even the one called a god in this world could not match Xiao Ran in sheer destructive power.
After those protesters who had rushed forward first and shouted the loudest were enveloped by a beam of light and instantly turned to dust, the remaining people in the Papal Hall no longer had the courage to resist. In the eyes of most, only a god could carry out an attack that erased someone from the world in an instant.
Whether they were surviving humans or Blades, they were all now kneeling quietly outside the grand chamber beneath the shadow of the Dragon God Mecha. It was worth mentioning that the shadow was not merely a figure of speech—it was a shadow formed by the Dragon Scale Machines.
The dozen or so Gamers had turned into bandits and thieves, stripping the Papal Hall of its accumulated wealth. Countless Cores were brought before Xiao Ran and quickly piled into a towering heap. Some had been found in the Papal Hall's Core