Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Derrick scratched his head.

After the defeat, the higher-ups in the tower must have been furious.

Once those who lack integrity are held accountable, they will inevitably put forward someone to take the blame, and perhaps more than one, but Derrick knew he couldn't escape.

Otherwise, his former boss wouldn't have made a special trip here to see him.

Winston probably didn't come over because he sensed something was wrong.

Sure enough, what his old boss said next plunged Derrick into an icy abyss.

"Derrick, you really haven't betrayed the Feathered Civilization?"

Derrick weakly protested, "No."

"Hmm." The old boss nodded. "You've followed me for so many years, I'll try my best to ensure you... don't fall into the hands of the faithless. Besides, you've made many contributions to the Feathered Civilization, so even if you die, you should at least have some dignity."

Derrick watched his old superior leave the cell.

He sat on the bed and began to recall.

When did his luck start to turn so bad?

It is definitely related to the intrusion of those outsiders.

However, his path to advancement had been blocked even earlier.

An image flashed through Derrick's mind.

Before going to the Yarut defense line, he received an invitation from a relative of a certain elder, but he remembered his old superior's advice and refused directly.

In fact, this was not the first time he had rejected that person.

"It's because they're being resented."

Think so.

Even without the strange behavior of outsiders, and even without the wrath of the frontline commander, he would have ended up like this sooner or later.

"It's just a matter of sooner or later."

Over the next few days, Derrick was interrogated by many people.

He knew it was all just a formality.

But it was precisely because of this that Derrick received some intelligence from the outside world.

After the outsiders breached the Yarut defense line, the other side also suffered a fierce counterattack and finally could not withstand it.

The series of bad news left the elders in the tower in a dilemma.

They don't have many options left.

They could just surrender—but it seems they don't want to do that.

Alternatively, one could pay a higher price to obtain more support from the unbelievers.

They could choose to die standing, embarking on a wandering journey for their civilization, allowing some to escape immediately with their civilization's treasures, while the rest would fight the invading outsiders.

"No matter how much I think about it, it has nothing to do with me."

He tried to convince himself with these words, but as night fell, Derrick still couldn't calm down.

The weak will eventually be slaughtered.

He himself was just a weakling.

They were locked in their own little world, unable even to speak out in their defense.

Finally, when the so-called day of judgment arrived, Derrick was taken away.

He walked through the transparent passageway and saw the crowd below, their emotions running high due to the increasingly dire situation of the war.

Derrick continued walking forward.

Suddenly, a knocking sound rang out in the transparent passageway.

Derrick turned around and saw that annoying face.

The gentlemanly-looking man raised his right hand and made a shooting gesture towards Derrick, his lips moving slightly.

Derrick understood the meaning of that sentence.

Let me make a final contribution.

When Derrick arrived at his destination, he finally understood what the man meant.

The tower is called a tower because the tower of God is located beneath it.

The Tower of God enshrines sacred relics that the Ascended Civilization has always revered.

Map of the origin of species.

Derrick is about to be cast into a green crystal formed from the power of faith.

There, all his power will become part of the Green Leaf Monster's body.

This can be considered a final contribution to the Ascension Civilization.

Derrick closed his eyes and quietly awaited his fate.

To outsiders, Derrick's affair was just a small ripple in a storm.

While the public condemned his "betrayal," the immediate war and the impending elite continuation plan were of greater concern.

The elders and the unbelievers in the tower quickly put aside their dispute.

“We will send more fleets over as soon as possible,” the representative of the Unbeliever said with a smile.

They got what they wanted, so how could they not be happy?

However, a few of the senior ministers were not in a good mood.

The leak of their space displacement technology put them in a very passive position.

Whether facing the unbelievers or outsiders.

Compared to such a major event, the discovery of numerous foreign spaceships in various locations is not so noteworthy.

Given that technology, it's normal for things to have turned out this way.

After the meeting.

The representatives of the faithless walked out of the tower.

Just before leaving, he suddenly turned his head and smiled at one of the senior officials.

That teamwork was truly amazing!

……

Have maps called the Tower of Origin of Species been found in many places?

After carefully observing the player's optimized star map, An Ran felt that she had grasped the essence of some of the problems.

The reason why the Feathered Civilization possessed such strong adaptability is certainly inseparable from the origin of species.

What really catches An Ran's eye are the white dots on the star map.

That's where the hijacked information processing module is located.

Surprisingly, after so many days, the Feathered Civilization still hasn't dealt with it.

"Once I lure out the powerful figures of the Feathered Civilization, it will be my time to make my appearance."

An Ran had already made a plan and was now just waiting for the war to reach its most intense moment.

She believes that moment is not far off.

Two fists can't beat four hands.

With the fact that the Ascended Civilization has yet to deploy its trump card, the Star Domain Overlord, it is on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, Ella, who was sitting next to him enjoying her "dessert" with peace of mind, suddenly put down the metal block in her hand.

"Anran, someone's coming."

The tightly closed door was pushed open, and the guide of the Drenthe civilization walked in.

"It seems our cooperation is nearing its end," he said.

An Ran stood up and asked, "Is the final battle coming?"

"A fleet of unprecedented size, and we also detected the aura of a star system overlord within that fleet."

An Ran narrowed her eyes slightly: "Then it's time for everyone to rely on their own abilities."

The guide extended his right hand: "Although you have mastered those people's spatial displacement technology, it's uncertain who will ultimately receive that generous reward. We will find the Feathered Civilization's headquarters before you do."

An Ran shook hands with him: "Then we can't let our guard down. We've finally gained some advantages, and it would be a huge loss of face if we just lost them like this."

"Haha." The guide laughed.

An Ran echoed him, laughing very happily.

You think I'm on the first level because I'm on the second level, but actually I'm on the fifth level!

May you have a safe journey!

An Ran waved to the guide's back.

After confirming that he had left, Anran greeted him.

"Ella, Panda, get ready to work!"

No one knew that there were three Starfield Overlords in this fleet of the Cult of Machines.

And there will likely be more than three.

The panda and the starving tree in the starry sky are only one step away from becoming the rulers of the star field.

……

"Colonel Derrick."

Upon hearing this shout...

Derrick, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, stood up.