Alliances were like paper, torn apart at a touch!
Oaths were like water, dry in an instant!
The most laughable thing in this starry sky was believing in forever!
The cold-blooded "Unspeakable" Commercial Group had always gathered for profit and scattered for profit.
That had been the case when the helmsman first took in these investors.
The causes of the past had destined this outcome!
"Hahaha, good! Good! I never thought that I would be the one cast aside in the end! But without me, you will ultimately be nothing more than a disorganized rabble, each fighting alone. How will you defeat the Blazing Flame Faction? How will you contend against the enormous Sunspot Tribe? And without me, all the intelligence agents here will become dead pieces. They will never be activated again, and you will receive no detailed intelligence!"
The Blazing Flame Helmsman looked at the strongest investor he had personally invested in and painstakingly cultivated, unable to stop himself from laughing bitterly.
He had once spoken many cold words about profit above all else and value above all else.
But when those words fell upon himself, they truly did not feel pleasant!
"Helmsman, you need not concern yourself with that. My Dark Erosion Sanctuary now controls forty percent of the Western Star Core's territory. We also have the resources you stored at Dark Erosion Sanctuary headquarters, along with the resources from this auction. I believe that should be enough!"
The Dark Erosion Sanctuary Master's gaze was incomparably cold, without the slightest guilt or reluctance over killing his master.
"But you miscalculated. My Source Space has already been shattered by the Undead Holy Church Leader. The resources inside were either teleported back to the Eastern Star Core together with Ember Soul or drained dry by that Starry Sky Battle