Poverty makes me capable of anything.

He answered the call with a puzzled look on his face.

What are your instructions?

Standing there was the High Priest of Spring Breeze from their home planet, his face filled with melancholy, the wrinkles on his old face twisted into a knot.

He said in a heavy tone, "The Tower of God has crumbled!"

"what?"

The commander almost thought he had misheard.

If the Tower of God collapses, then the tower itself will also be gone.

Are the Grand Secretaries who stayed behind on the home planet just freeloaders who do no work?

High Priest Chunhui explained, "We have lost contact with the Origin Tree, and the map of species origins has also disappeared. A huge monster has risen from the sacred soil where the Origin Tree grew, and even the High Priest cannot suppress this monster for a while. Now the entire home planet is in chaos."

"Why did this happen?" the commander asked in surprise.

"We don't know the specific reasons either. In short, you should immediately put down your current mission and lead the fleet back to our home planet."

The commander frowned.

"But……"

The situation at the front lines is equally urgent.

High Priest Chunhui rebuked, "There's nothing to agonize over. Our home planet is the foundation of our restart, and the Origin Tree and the Species Origin Chart are the basis of our existence. If we can even abandon our faith, what reason does such a civilization have to exist?"

The commander nodded silently.

"I understand."

High Priest Chunhui was very satisfied with the commander's attitude and, after asking him to return quickly again, cut off the communication.

The commander breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he did not agree with High Priest Chunhui's words.

It was the God of Origin who allowed them to develop to where they are today.

But the foundation of civilization's survival is living, breathing people!

Compared to returning to his home planet, the current war is what he needs to focus on more.

Once he leaves, the flanking attack plan will have flaws, and with only one fleet, it will be difficult to make a splash.

Not to mention that High Priest Chunhui might also have recalled another attacking fleet.

The commander shouted over the fleet channel: "All forces, continue the advance!"

If he is still alive after the war, then go back and atone for his sins.

The commander thought to himself.

however……

An hour later, the commander stared blankly at the information displayed on the hyperspace engine control panel.

"Can't get out? Can anyone tell me why we can't get out of here?"

The pilots on the spaceship looked at the commander with shame.

Even if they tried to come up with a reason, they couldn't think of a good one right away.

"The space is probably sealed off, but why would it be sealed off..."

I don't know.

The commander asked in a deep voice, "If we go out from another node, how far are we from the battlefield?"

The pilot replied, "It will take about 26 hours."

More than a day?

This amount of time is not enough to bring an end to a campaign of this scale.

But it can cause them to miss countless opportunities.

"Moreover, sir, if the space blockade was carried out by external invaders, even if we get out from another node, it could take more than 26 hours."

The commander sighed, "Let's turn back."

"Turn back?"

Everyone in the command center was shocked.

The commander, who had already made up his mind to return to the home planet to provide support, no longer concealed the orders from High Priest Chunhui.

"How did things turn out like this?"

A group of people looked horrified.

This unexpected event occurred just before the battle, casting a heavy shadow over everyone.

Perhaps they really are going to lose this war.

……

The right flank of the coalition forces.

All of the Mechanicus's warships have gathered here.

Anran did not arrange for all players to sneak into the rear of the Feathered Civilization. If there were no players in the fleet, the Drenthe Civilization would inevitably become suspicious.

As a result of allocating one-fifth of the players over, the Drenthe civilization is unaware of how many players An Ran brought, and they are still unaware of the underhanded actions An Ran has taken.

"Is Tsykia already close to the point of light in the star chart? Hmm, that's good news."

Anran remained calmly inside the flagship.

She controlled her mechanical army as if she were playing a real-time strategy game.

With the combined fire of the surrounding warships' cannons, the Feathered Civilization's fleet was unable to get close, and their attempt to compensate for the firepower gap through boarding maneuvers was futile.

"As expected of a renowned mechanic."

The guide of the Drenthe civilization, who had never personally participated in the battle, would occasionally check on the situation on the Mechanicus side.

Although An Ran "has not yet advanced to the level of Star Domain Overlord", her enormous role in the interstellar war has already aroused the envy of the guides.

"If our Drenthe civilization had a mechanic of this caliber, the war would be many times easier."

Real-time statistics of the battle casualty ratio show that the Mechanicus has the upper hand.

What makes the guide even more envious is that even if the Mechanicus's spaceship explodes, only some players who can be resurrected die.

"It seems that after this war ends, we will also have to do our best to train a new army with foreigners at its core."

The guide stroked his chin, calmly observing everything on the battlefield.

In his mind, the Feathered Civilization could not possibly win this war.

Even the large number of Green Leaf Monsters and Star Slayers deployed by the enemy were to no avail.

Because the Allied Forces have more powerful Starkillers.

The Green Leaf Monsters have a lot of health, but the traction beams from the special fleet are enough to restrict their movement.

Whether they live or die is irrelevant; as long as they cannot participate in the war, it is equivalent to severing an arm of the Feathered Civilization.

What surprised the guide even more was...

At one point, the trapped green leaf monsters suddenly began to evaporate.

As if invisible flames had been ignited, billowing white smoke rose from the green leaf monster's body.

The surprised guide immediately contacted An Ran: "How's the situation on your end?"

"Same here, it also disappeared automatically."

An Ran sounded somewhat depressed.

She was almost able to kill a high-level dried-up shell, but now, that thing has disappeared on its own, and all the things she threw at it have been for nothing.

The task cannot be completed in a short time.

Pooh!

"..."

The guide couldn't understand why An Ran was so angry.

He tried to comfort Anran with a few words, drawing on the philanthropy he had cultivated while ruling the Drenthe civilization.

But at this moment, the surging aura from the depths of the Milky Way made the guide's expression turn serious.

"The Star Domain Overlord on the other side has made his move."

An Ran spoke up.

The guide nodded.

"This war has reached a critical moment."

Among the many warships of the Feathered Civilization, a small spaceship broke out on its own.

A layer of dark green flames enveloped the spaceship, and any ship cannons that came into contact with the flames would instantly melt away.

It looks extremely domineering.

but.

Even a star field ruler cannot remain indifferent when faced with thousands, or even more, of bombardments.

"A shield of 200 million, which can be broken in 1 minute, and the opponent only has one Star Domain Overlord."

Do you want to emulate the knight and fight your way out from among many enemies?

Anran opened her eyes and looked at Ella.

Ella nodded: "Anran, leave this to me."

With the strength of the Feathered Civilization, it could be considered the dominant civilization in the entire planetary cemetery.

But this time it faces far too many enemies.

Sending even a Star Domain Overlord to this battlefield is already a very difficult task.