[Soft Science Fiction] [Star Technology Tree] It's too late for organisms. In front of the supreme Lord, all technologies are as pale as white paper. Repent, kneel under the giant image of the Lord, and accept your fate. Pure whiteThe pious pastor, bathed in the sun's radiation, said kindly. Li Kaiyang, who was squatting on the corner of the street, spat the hawthorn grains in his mouth into the dark ditch, half-raised his eyelids and asked, asking me to repent, the Lord's fleet hashow many ships