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

After he finished speaking, the conference room fell silent again.

Although none of us here are professional researchers, as those who have been in charge of the divine realm for a hundred years, we all have this basic common sense.

The immense life energy collapsing inward, coupled with the constantly rewritten gravitational constant.

They couldn't think of any other explanation besides an altar used across dimensions.

No wonder the local garrison didn't report it.

Because this detachment of life begins at the microscopic level.

Ordinary people, or professionals, will only feel tired or sleepy, and will not realize that they are becoming sacrifices.

"In other words..."

In the silence, Cassius's voice rang out: "Governor Anya did not lie; Munetimi really did build an altar inside our bellies."

"Not only has it been built, but judging from the acceleration of energy accumulation, the preliminary preparations were probably completed long ago."

Hearing this, everyone present felt their scalp tingle.

The battle plan was just discussed, and the decree was just prepared to be signed.

It now seems like a complete joke.

They poured all their resources into the front lines, determined to fight the billions of insect swarms outside to the bitter end.

When they turned around, they found that their backyard had been doused with kerosene.

It's about time to ignite.

If, while they are engaged in fierce fighting on the front lines, the altar in the rear suddenly activates, those front-line warriors will instantly lose their home planet's logistics and become wandering ghosts in the universe.

Once the blood sacrifice is complete...

Centered on that star system, the destructive tide will sweep across the entire Starfall Divine Realm within a few standard hours or even several standard days.

Even if they wanted to leave, they couldn't escape.

Their escape route was completely cut off, rendering their outward defensive lines meaningless.

This is the work of the Old Gods' agents.

Without losing a single soldier or engaging in direct confrontation, once the altar is completed, the entire divine realm will be at our mercy.

The swarms of insects outside are not meant for attack.

It was used to keep them confined at home and prevent them from interfering with internal rituals.

Terence stared intently at the Dark Star System on the star map, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists at his sides.

Although Anya sent back this crucial intelligence that could change the course of the battle.

But she herself was still in the dead zone of Starfall Rift.

As a father, he really found it hard to believe what price Anya paid to plant the beacon.

What forces are supporting her?

"Lord Rigre."

Thinking of this, Terence turned to the ruling elder of the family: "Now that the coordinates have been determined, there's no need to waste time here."

"The altar is not fully activated yet; the energy is still gathering. We still have a chance."

Upon hearing this, everyone present finally came to their senses.

Yes!

The blood sacrifice is not yet complete; it is not too late.

"Terrence is right."

Rigley immediately stood up, placed his hands on the table, and looked around at everyone present.

"Gentlemen, the situation has changed. The previous defense plan has been temporarily shelved. Our battlefield now consists of only one place: the Dark Star System."

"I believe there are three urgent tasks that must be completed immediately!"

He spoke rapidly and gave instructions in a clear and organized manner, demonstrating his decisiveness as a ruling elder.

"First, we need to try to establish two-way communication with Anya. We must figure out the specific situation on the other side of Rift Abyss, and how she managed to plant the beacon."

"Second, notify the garrison commanders of the Dark Obsidian System and the three surrounding hubs to immediately seal off that airspace, close all shipping lanes, and prohibit anyone from entering or leaving!"

"Third, there's no need to send anyone to investigate. Since Munetimi dared to build an altar in the Dark Star System, it must already be an impregnable fortress. Sending a few scouts there would only be suicide. We just need to send the fleet we just identified, along with the ten professional legions that are ready to set off, all to the Dark Star System!"

"No matter what method you use, even if it means flattening the entire plane or hollowing out the Earth's core, you must destroy that interdimensional anchor point!"

"I have no objection to Lord Rigley's decision."

As soon as he finished speaking, Durant took the lead and said in a deep voice.

Elena nodded, and the other ruling elders did not hesitate at all.

The threat from the Dark Star system is like a sharp blade pressed against the throat, ready to sever Ashmerkrin's lifeline at any moment.

At this critical juncture, there is no room for hesitation.

Seeing that everyone had reached a consensus, Rigley wasted no time. He turned around and pressed the emergency communication button on the table to give orders to the guards outside the door.

"Someone, immediately bring the communications team into the conference room!"

"Strive to establish a direct link with Governor Anya of the Libra Hub Fleet as quickly as possible!"

The moment the order was given, a series of hurried footsteps could be heard outside the conference room.

Within a few seconds, several technical officers in silver uniforms pushed in a mobile communication terminal.

As the chief of the Deep Space Eye, Kelvin naturally joined in and skillfully took over control of the terminal.

"Connect to the Starry Sky Beacon's global network, filter out noise, and lock onto the target coordinates!"

Colvin's fingers flew across the keyboard as he typed a series of commands onto the control panel.

Inside the room, everyone's eyes were fixed on the suspended holographic projection area in the center.

Terence stood behind Rigley, his breathing slightly heavy, his hands clenched into fists.

This was perhaps the most nerve-wracking moment of his life. Whether Anya could get through was the last bit of hope he had as a father.

Just a moment later, Colvin let out a long sigh of relief: "Reporting to the elders, thanks to the Star Sea Beacon successfully deployed in the Starfall Rift, the signal is even more stable than expected, and two-way communication can be initiated at any time!"

"Connected!"

"Buzz—"

Accompanied by a series of soft, resonant sounds, the light screen in the center of the conference room flickered a few times.

Immediately following, accompanied by a lot of snow noise and a buzzing sound of electricity, a slightly blurry figure slowly took shape in the azure halo.

Anya in the picture is still wearing that tattered armor, and the scorch marks on the surface of the armor are shocking.

Behind her, however, was not the dim starry sky that everyone imagined, but a vast, snow-covered mountain range.

A strong wind whips up snowflakes that dance in the air.

Anya was slightly out of breath when she saw the six ruling elders appearing in the projection, as well as her father Terence standing behind Rigley. Her tense expression also shifted slightly!

"Elder Rigley, fellow ruling elders."

Looking at the projection in front of him, Rigley couldn't help but show a hint of emotion on his usually serious and rigid face.

"Anya, thank goodness, you're still alive."

After all, it was nothing short of a miracle that a vanguard fleet could survive and successfully deploy the Star Beacon amidst such a devastating tide of Old Gods.