The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Despite Adam's imposing presence, the secretary nodded vigorously: "Sir, the supercomputing center and the life monitoring room have already checked the data seven times."

"The life signals belonging to Lord Oswa and the four saints accompanying him went out simultaneously half a minute ago."

"There is no sign of any remaining life force."

Upon hearing this, Adam clenched his fists tightly on the table, his brows furrowing deeply.

His eyes were filled with unprecedented confusion and shock.

How is that possible?

Although the other knights in the conference room couldn't hear exactly what the secretary said, they relied on their intuition and Adam's completely uncontrolled reaction.

Everyone immediately realized that a big problem had occurred.

The relaxed atmosphere was instantly replaced by an invisible pressure.

The fat knight's smile faded, and he leaned forward slightly.

Mira also lowered her crossed legs, her expression becoming extremely solemn.

"Lord Adam, what has happened?"

Mira was the first to ask a question.

Adam remained silent for a full ten seconds.

In those ten seconds, his brain was racing, trying to find a reasonable explanation for the outrageous news his secretary had reported.

But he failed.

Then, he glanced at each of the Divine Knights present and said softly, "Just now, the Life Monitoring Room sent definite news."

Adam paused, as if even he himself found the fact difficult to say: "Oswa, and the four ninth-level saints he took to the southeast sea, all of their life signals have disappeared."

"They have most likely already perished."

This statement was like a bombshell, detonating directly in the spacious conference room.

After a brief silence, the entire conference room erupted in chaos.

"Walter? No..."

"What? Lord Adam, is this... a joke?"

"That's absolutely impossible!"

The fat knight jumped up from his chair: "Lord Adam, this joke is not funny at all! That's Mr. Oswald! He's one of the top three Divine Knights in our Lighthouse Kingdom!"

Another knight, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them and added in a hurried tone.

"Oswald's Revolver of Fate possesses the Judgment Rule that locks in cause and effect, and he is also wearing legendary-level defensive equipment. Even if he is surrounded by several saints of the same level, even if he cannot defeat them, no one can stop him from leaving if he wants to."

"What's more, he has four ninth-tier henchmen by his side! Shenxia's defenses are already crumbling, and they can't even handle the alien races... How can they possibly kill him?"

Mira's face also turned extremely ugly. She turned her head directly to look at the secretary who was still wiping her sweat, her eyes sharp.

"Did Sherlock use some hidden demigod power?"

"Have the Night's Watch come out?"

Faced with the imposing questioning from the assembled top experts, the secretary was momentarily at a loss for words.

But he could only grit his teeth and shake his head.

"Lady Mira, no. The supercomputing center has been operating the world's highest-level energy fluctuation monitoring network at all times."

"If Shenxia really mobilized demigod-level powerhouses, or even revived some kind of strategic-level formation, such a battle that could annihilate five ninth-tier saints would inevitably trigger an extremely intense collision of rules and spatial tearing."

The secretary swallowed hard and continued reporting, "But in the period before and after Lord Oswald and his men lost their life signals, the energy monitoring curve in the relevant sea area was a perfectly flat line."

"There were no unusual high-energy fluctuations, no signs of any rules being implemented, and not even a large-scale release of magic was detected."

The secretary's words plunged the conference room into an eerie silence once again.

No fluctuations were detected.

Those present were all seasoned veterans, and they knew very well what the supercomputing center's monitoring network meant.

This monitoring system, jointly created by multiple sages of prophecy, psychic, and spatial abilities, and supplemented by the highest technology of the Lighthouse Nation, can accurately locate even two ordinary fifth-tier professionals fighting on the sea.

Now, five ninth-tier saints, including a top-tier Divine Revelation Knight, have died inexplicably.

The monitoring network failed to capture anything.

This completely violates common sense in the world of professionals.

Adam's face darkened further.

He stared at the table, his mind racing, trying to unravel the mystery.

In conventional strategic theory, there are only two scenarios where no abnormal fluctuations can be detected.

The first possibility is that no battle ever occurred, and the five people died of natural causes.

But this is clearly nonsense.

That leaves only the second scenario.

The level of power of the person who made the move, or rather the methods they used, has completely exceeded the detection threshold that the supercomputing center and these Divine Knights could understand.

This power completely disregards fundamental concepts such as space, rules, and the conservation of energy.

The moment he made his move, he wiped out Oswald and the others from the very source.

This means that the opponent's strength has surpassed that of a demigod, and has even touched upon the legendary, indescribable Origin level.

Or perhaps it is the realm of the true gods.

But that's even more impossible!

If Sherlock truly possessed such a powerful entity, then all the probing and suppression that the United States had waged against Sherlock over the years would have been met with a single blow from the other side.

There's no need to fight so fiercely with the Forbidden Water Tribe on the East China Sea defense line.

Is the monitoring equipment malfunctioning?

The fat knight tugged at his tie in frustration and offered what seemed to be the most reasonable guess: "Perhaps Sherlock used some kind of conceptual artifact that can block perception over a large area?"

"Have you completely sealed off that area of ​​sea?"

Mira shook her head, denying the claim: "Even if it's a conceptual-level artifact being blocked, the act of shielding itself is a manifestation of a rule, and it's impossible for the supercomputing center to be completely unaware of it."

"Moreover, even if they blocked external detection, the backlash from the shattering of life at the moment Oswald and the others were killed directly affected the causal chain..."

"The break in the middle is so abrupt, it's almost like..."

Mira tried to find a word to describe it, but found that she couldn't find a suitable word at all.

The feeling was as if Oswald and his group had been casually erased from the canvas called Blue Star with an eraser.

Just as everyone in the conference room was caught in self-doubt and endless confusion.

Another series of extremely rough footsteps came from outside the door.

This time, the visitor didn't even knock on the door. He pushed aside the guards standing outside and strode into the conference room.

The one who entered was the Chief of the General Staff of the War Department of the United States, a man who held real power over an army of millions.

A steely soldier who would never bow down, even when facing a knight of divine revelation.

But at this moment, the Chief of the General Staff was in an even worse state than the secretary had been.