Poverty makes me capable of anything.

What terrified him most was the green electric light flashing around the giant beast Derrick's body.

"How could it possibly possess such power!"

From the day he was born, he received the baptism of the God of Origin.

His power is entirely related to the God of Origin. He has prayed before the Tree of Origin at least seventy or eighty thousand times.

The reason for emphasizing this is simply to show that he will never admit his mistake.

The aura emanating from the behemoth was exactly the same as that of the Origin Tree!

The star field ruler's expression shifted between light and dark.

This is an amazing discovery.

This behemoth was very likely born from the Origin Tree.

Or to put it simply, this tree is the original tree.

If his guess is true, then what kind of bullshit is the thing they believe in?

On the bright side, perhaps this is punishment from the God of Origin for their misuse of the Seed of Life?

but……

"Are you kidding me! Aaaaaah—"

A hysterical roar erupted from his fist.

The sound carried a green energy.

The light only shone for less than two seconds before the energy that splashed out afterwards turned as red as blood.

"I absolutely will not condone such a thing! Even a god cannot deprive the Feathered Civilization of its right to exist!"

The survivors on the ground were first horrified to find that the high priest had been grabbed by the monster, and then they were shocked to see that the high priest used a burst of energy to blast the giant beast's hand into pieces.

Suddenly, blood rain began to fall from the sky.

The behemoth Derrick stared at his missing arm and fell into a brief silence.

"This is a golden opportunity!"

The high priest, panting heavily, seemed to be dragging a sea of ​​blood as he charged toward the heart of the behemoth Derrick, driven by an unwavering belief.

The nearby machine guns and Starkillers were also busy.

To protect their sacred home planet, they had long forgotten all fear.

Without eliminating this monster, even if the soldiers on the front lines achieve final victory, it will be no different from defeat.

"What should we do now?" Ciqiya asked Anran.

In those few minutes, An Ran had gained a pretty good understanding of the defensive capabilities the Feathered Civilization had left on their home planet.

If she were alone, she would certainly not be a match for these people.

But now that Tsykia is right beside us, even if the behemoth Derrick is level 211, we can take it down together.

After pondering for a moment, An Ran said, "Let me think about it again."

She wasn't worried about anyone lying in ambush nearby; she just wanted to see what this so-called divine resurrection was all about.

"Could it be an ancient god?"

An Ran nipped the thought in the bud as soon as it arose.

If the ancient gods were that powerful, the star system where No. 1886 was located would have been flattened long ago.

Ciqiya suggested, "Should we grab a few people and ask them what's going on?"

An Ran said, "That's true. It's not appropriate to just stand here and do nothing."

Just as she was about to take action, an alarm suddenly sounded from the interstellar monitoring device left behind.

An Ran's eyelids twitched slightly: "A fleet is coming from behind."

"Rescue team?"

"Probably." An Ran nodded. "Don't wander around here. I'll be right back."

Sure enough, as soon as they said they were going to arrest someone, someone actually came to their door.

Five minutes later.

Somewhere in the starry sky outside the home planet of the Feathered Civilization.

Confined in the transparent glass container, Ryder stared resentfully at the two... women opposite him.

Let's just call her a woman, although she looks like a young girl.

But their strength instilled in Ryder a deep-seated fear in him.

A single sentence brought the flagship to a standstill.

Hundreds of naval guns fired simultaneously, not even enough to cause clothing to be torn apart.

Once such a monster rushed in, the fleet he commanded was as powerless as an infant, and he himself was imprisoned in this sturdy cage.

Even with the use of secret techniques, only a dent of half a centimeter could be made in the glass cage.

What truly drove Ryder to despair was that the dent actually healed on its own!

This means that unless the other party is willing to let him out, he will completely lose his freedom.

Ryder was so devastated that he lost his confidence.

A day earlier, Ryder received orders from High Priest Springbringer.

For the sake of the war on the front lines, he chose to secretly disobey orders, only to find that the fleet was unable to leave hyperspace.

When he finally decided to return to his home planet, he was captured again as soon as he got close to it.

Was fate really so cruel to him?

"Hey……"

Ryder heard a woman's voice coming from inside the glass container.

He shook his head: "Give up, I won't tell you anything you ask."

The owner of the voice was not angry and continued, "Before answering my question, you can take a look at your home planet."

Ryder looked up.

High Priest Chunhui did not elaborate on what disaster had befallen their home planet.

Therefore, he is still completely confused.

Anran very considerately helped Ryder turn the screen around and even projected a panoramic screen in front of him.

"Take a closer look."

If it weren't for the high priest's bloodied battle figure catching Ryder's attention, he would have almost failed to recognize the ravaged planet before him.

The tall buildings can no longer be seen on the ground.

Everywhere there are ravines that seem ready to devour anyone who dares to cross them.

Ruins, corpses, ruins, corpses...

Ryder clenched his fists, his body trembling uncontrollably.

“That monster…” An Ran said.

But her words were interrupted by an enraged Ryder.

"My home is gone!"

Ryder screamed in pain.

The eyeballs were bright red.

Like a highly skilled cultivator.

The deeply emotional tremor in his voice left An Ran momentarily speechless.

She couldn't figure out whether Ryder meant a house or a home when he referred to "home".

Regardless of which one it was, Ryder was already leaning over the edge of the container and banging on it forcefully.

"With your strength, it's impossible to break this cage."

Ignoring everything else, Ryder simply asked, "Did you do all of this?"

"I'm not going to take the blame for this."

"Then let me out!"

An Ran said, "I won't let you out until you answer my question."

Ryder remained silent for only a few seconds.

"Okay, go ahead and ask."

What kind of person is Derrick?

Ok?

Ryder was stunned.

He thought An Ran would press him for the secrets of the Feathered Civilization.

"That's it?"

"Of course, that's not the only question. You answer it first."

Ryder nodded. "Okay."

In his description, Derrick was a devout, rigid, yet extremely talented rival.

"His loyalty to the Feathered Civilization was no less than mine. But he was accused of betraying the Feathered Civilization and colluding with the invaders. Now, he's probably dead."

What?

An Ran asked, "What about betrayal?"

As Ryder spoke, Anran's expression became slightly awkward.