Poverty makes me capable of anything.

If he takes one more step forward, he will turn to dust.

"Star Domain Ruler".

Rickland gritted his teeth.

He turned his head and met the gaze of the giant beast, its eyes filled with fury.

"Where is the high priest of the Feathered Civilization?"

Rickland's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He looked around for a long time but couldn't find the high priest.

There was only a group of people on the ground with numb expressions.

"what the hell?"

Rickland muttered to himself.

"I thank you."

At that moment, a mocking laugh suddenly echoed in Rickland's mind.

Before he knew it, the Origin Tree he was carrying on his shoulder had slipped away.

An invisible force supports the Origin Tree.

After falling dozens of meters, it made a sharp turn and headed straight for the giant beast.

"Damn it, come back here!"

Reckland forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and roared as he chased after the Origin Tree.

But he was a step too slow; the Origin Tree had already floated above the giant beast's head.

It looks like it's wearing a little green hat.

Rickland landed on the giant beast's head and was astonished to find that the beast did not stop him.

"Do you look down on me?"

Rickland hugged the Origin Tree, preparing to imitate Lu Zhishen and pull up the Origin Tree.

However, no matter how much force he exerted, even though his hands seemed about to explode at any moment with the added power, he couldn't shake the Origin Tree in the slightest.

Enraged, Rickland unleashed his most powerful strike at the top of the behemoth's head.

then.

They successfully ripped open the giant beast's scalp.

Green blood gushed out.

The next second, a scab formed.

"..."

"What a waste of your time! Once I'm free, you'll just be fertilizer for the Origin Tree!"

Ke Ming relentlessly mocked Rickland.

Rickland gasped.

After his credit was stolen, his head, which had been clouded by success, finally calmed down.

He was facing a monster capable of hanging up and beating the high priest of the Feathered Civilization—though it was unclear why this monster was unable to move.

His actions just now have thoroughly enraged the monster.

Rickland kept retreating.

He saw the monster's body begin to change.

It's overgrown with weeds!

Grass grows everywhere, starting from the back of the neck.

Its powerful vitality seems to be detectable even by smell.

Huge vines stretched out from the grass.

The vines multiplied wildly, binding the homeworld of the Feathered Civilization in less than a minute.

This scene reminded An Ran of the time when the great tree that gave birth to Kemira attacked the native planets of the outer realms.

How similar they are!

We're all trees, so there shouldn't be any difference between us.

An Ran's mind stirred slightly.

If we feed this Origin Tree to the Great Tree, will it be able to break through to the Dominator rank?

If the direction is correct, then Camilla can also advance to the Star Domain Ruler level.

In this way, Enron will be able to obtain the Chain of Judgments' top secrets!

"Humph."

While listening to Derrick's constant yelling, Anran sent a message to Camilla.

Dinner's ready, come quick!

After sending the message, An Ran looked up and began to soothe the extremely agitated Derrick: "Don't worry, even if that Keming obtains the Origin Tree, he won't be able to leave here alive. Once I dig out the tree and the map of the origin of species, I'll..."

"Stop thinking about that damn tree!" Derrick pleaded. "In half an hour, once Keming fully activates the Origin Tree, I will be completely assimilated by it. At that time, he will completely control the power contained within this body. This is the power sacrificed by countless members of the Feathered Civilization across thousands of planets; its power is beyond your imagination!"

Within the barrier, demons and monsters danced wildly.

Derrick's consciousness grew increasingly weak under the pressure of fate.

It looked like he was about to become the dessert of his life's meal money.

Anran didn't want Derrick to die, but she also didn't want to just blast the Origin Tree into dust.

That would be such a waste.

With her limited mental strength, she was unable to locate the Origin Tree hidden among the vines; she had to rely on other powers.

For example, mechanical puppets, or players!

An Ran asked, "Is there still half an hour left?"

"Only half an hour left!" Derrick emphasized again.

"Don't even mention half an hour, even if it's only 10 minutes, there's still a chance."

Derrick fell silent.

Greed can blind people.

He then approached Ciqiya, who was standing next to Anran.

All she received in return was a nonchalant reply from Ciqiya: "I'll listen to Anran."

Oh……

Derrick felt he shouldn't have any expectations of these greedy invaders.

The only way to stop the inevitable is through his weak soul.

Even in the dark, do not be afraid.

As the ancients said:

If there is no torch after this, I will be the only light!

"Ke Ming, I will never allow you trash, eliminated by history, to be resurrected! The Feathered Civilization will never become your stepping stone to resurrection!"

"Then give it a try, you fool. The power to dominate the world is within your grasp, yet you just watch it slip away."

"You overestimate yourself."

"You underestimate the greed inherent in life!"

With a cold snort, the vines branched out into countless thin branches, piercing into the bodies of those dazed and confused people like conduits.

Even if someone tries their best to resist, they quickly lose the ability to resist under the repeated lashing of the vines.

Only a handful of people, including Rickland, could protect themselves.

But Rickland also knew that the longer he dragged things out, the worse the situation would become for him.

But he didn't dare to try to cross that barrier; what if he died?

This is a dead end.

Rickland turned around and looked at Anran, who stood with her arms crossed, in despair.

What exactly is that person doing?

Ciqiya also figured out what Anran was doing.

Anran had just specifically instructed her to refuse Derrick's request.

"Why are you staring?" Ciqia asked. "Didn't we come here to defeat the Feathered Civilization and obtain their secrets?"

Anran replied, "Because I thought of a better solution."

Although the performance of the psionic warp engine is inferior to that of the void warp engine, the only difference in the range of about 100 light-years is the startup speed.

Including the time it took for Anran to deliver the message.

Only two minutes had passed when the first spaceship arrived near the home planet of the Feathered Civilization.

Then, a flashing psionic array pattern would occasionally appear in the starry sky.

"Stranger!"

Ciqiya's eyes lit up.

Send the immortal strangers, who rarely experience fear, to search for the Origin Tree.

This decision is absolutely brilliant!

More than a thousand spaceships carried over a million players.

"Airdrop!"