The game is about becoming a god, starting with the rampage of Hua Ye.

In the conference hall, the discussion about the two planetary fortresses, Pangu and Nuwa, remained unresolved.

After all, this was beyond their imagination.

That's how technology is; you may be able to analyze it, but you may not be able to understand it.

The world is vast, and the development of civilizations varies greatly, resulting in diverse cultural achievements.

Among them are many who can threaten the powerful.

But technology is technology, and it is merely a tool of civilization. When faced with an insurmountable enemy, one's own weakness becomes the greatest crisis.

This is also why people in all the heavens and myriad realms primarily cultivate themselves, while secondarily cultivating technology.

However, we cannot ignore the convenience brought by technology and the fact that civilization is developing rapidly.

In a sense, self-repair is also a part of technology.

In short, when technology develops to a certain level, even the strongest cannot ignore its power.

The noise in the conference hall gradually increased, and the fear of the venerable ones lessened considerably.

After sparking a discussion among the minority groups, the Alt and Rick minority groups tacitly stopped speaking.

This isn't the first time we've encountered this situation; there's no need to step forward and compete again.

Just as the discussion was turning into an argument, the Venerable One, who was hiding in the shadows, spoke up.

"Alright, let's stop wasting time on this pointless arguing. The higher-ups are getting impatient with you."

The tactic of fighting alone is no longer suitable for the current situation, so a central command system is urgently needed.

This time, Alte and Rick will each lead their own armies to attempt the attack, and other tribes may also join in.

"Whoever takes control of the spatial passage first, we will personally celebrate your victory."

Finally, as the words fell, the venerable ones' gazes gradually shifted away.

No need to guess, they have already left.

At this moment, the conference hall was clearly divided into two camps.

One is the newly arrived but highly successful Alt tribe, and the other is the Rick tribe, who has been stationed here for a long time and knows this place like the back of his hand.

No matter who it is, they are far superior to those ugly and deformed ethnic minorities.

Therefore, many minority groups have already secretly contacted their preferred factions here.

Although this result still did not achieve the psychological goals of the two minor clans, it was still acceptable.

As long as these guys obey, those spatial passages won't be difficult to navigate.

If it weren't for these guys with guilty consciences who ignored all advice and always took desperate gambles, causing others to constantly exploit their weaknesses in battle, Keisha and the others wouldn't even have had the chance to appear now.

Thinking of this, Young Master Rick gritted his teeth.

These guys who only know how to steal credit, if it weren't for the bigger picture, he would have quit long ago.

If they don't hold him back, the Rick clan should be burning incense in gratitude.

Now that a respected figure has spoken, these scattered soldiers and ruffians can no longer disobey.

The results achieved at this meeting are already quite remarkable.

So next, we need to consider how to deal with the enemy's two major weapons.

Rick, a member of the minor clan, did not linger and was the first to get up and walk out. Seeing this, other members of the minor clan also made excuses to leave the meeting hall.

Those who remained were clearly on the side of the Alt minority.

Upon seeing this, the young man from Alt's lips curled up slightly, a strange meaning flickering in his eyes.

Turning his gaze away, Arte looked at the several young clansmen present and said calmly:

"Alright everyone, we'll need your help from now on. What we need to figure out is how to deal with the enemy's two planetary fortresses."

But let me make this clear: if anyone disobeys my orders and causes irreversible damage, don't blame me for being ruthless.

As he finished speaking, the tone of the young man from Alt suddenly turned cold, and the temperature in the conference hall seemed to drop considerably.

Seeing this, the young nobles, though somewhat resentful, still cupped their hands and said:

"Don't worry, we will definitely do our best. But before that, Young Master Alt, shouldn't you be worried about Young Master Rick? He seems difficult to deal with!"

Upon hearing this, the young tribesman of Alt looked at the tribesman who resembled a dwarf and asked with a smile in his eyes:

"Why go after him? Aren't we on the same side?"

"Ah! This isn't..."

The dwarf tribe was somewhat puzzled and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Without questioning the dwarf tribe, the young tribesman Alter stood up, looked at everyone, and said:

"Next, we don't need to rush. Before we figure out how to deal with those two deadly weapons, we just need to wait for the right opportunity. Since someone is willing to test the waters for us, why should we be in a hurry? Are you afraid that not enough of your own people have died?"

Finally, the Alt youth questioned them again, then, ignoring the knowing looks on the faces of the other youths present, strode out of the meeting hall.

The purpose of this operation is to gather intelligence.

Based on his memory of Keisha, she wouldn't act without being certain.

Moreover, what he's worried about now isn't Keisha and that fleet, but rather the Glenn force that hasn't appeared yet.

That's what he'd always felt was off.

He always felt that a major crisis was about to unfold.

He thought that if he destroyed that fleet, his fate might be dire.

This feeling came out of nowhere, but it forced him to take it seriously.

Therefore, launching an attack is not what he should do now. Since the Rick Clan has taken action, it is safest for him to observe first.

At this moment, in a dimly lit room.

Three figures hidden in the darkness stood facing each other. One of them, a young man with red hair and an eerie face, spoke in an androgynous voice:

"Are we still not going to make a move?"

"No need. Don't forget our purpose in coming here. Taking over this universe is important, but the most important thing is to use it to divert internal conflicts within our clan."

The dispute above is already imminent. If it weren't for the discovery of this universe, we would already be enemies by now!

However, that old fellow is truly troublesome. If it weren't for the agreement He reached with the Void Overlord of the Arik tribe, the entire tribe would have already taken direct action.

The venerable one who spoke was burly and had a cold face. The two black spiral horns on his head made him look even more majestic and domineering, forming a stark contrast with the red-haired youth from before.

Upon hearing this, before the red-haired youth could speak, the last Venerable One said somewhat impatiently:

"Hmph, if it weren't for the clan's demands, I wouldn't be here guarding you all. Forcibly breaking through the cosmic barrier of this universe already aggravated my injuries, and I haven't recovered yet. What a fuss over nothing. Are there no more races left in the void?"

The other two Venerable Ones frowned, then the red-haired Venerable One said calmly:

“Zhutian, there’s no need for further words. This is ultimately the territory of the Arik tribe. As their venerable one, obeying the tribe’s orders is your duty. Moreover, this is an order from the Void Ruler.”

Upon hearing this, Venerable Zhutian immediately shut his mouth.

Although He is a Venerable Realm expert with a transcendent status, He is still an insignificant existence in the face of the Void Ruler.

Previously, in order to break through the cosmic barrier, He suffered a backlash. He had planned to spend ten thousand years recovering from his injuries and avoid the infighting within his clan. Unexpectedly, only a few hundred years later, the Void Ruler of the clan asked Him to come here again and guard this place.

This really displeased Him.

Fortunately, the Void Ruler promised to bestow upon him extremely precious treasures once this matter was resolved.

Thinking of that thing immediately lessened his agitation.

And so, as Venerable Zhutian grew displeased, the other two Venerables also lost interest in speaking.

Silently entering a state of cultivation, each Venerable One harbors a dream of ascending to a higher level.

Even though it was as difficult as climbing to heaven, it would not diminish their faith.