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

"Who exactly is that being who descended?"

But soon, Crobbick realized what was happening and spoke up again urgently.

"It's very simple!"

"The false god whose authority was shattered in Ragnarok, the Lord of Devouring Dimensions, Zogra."

Then, without hesitation, the owl revealed the entire scene of the Starfall Rift.

From the endless corpses of clansmen to the remains of alien beasts wiped out by the rules of devouring.

Then there was the unusually large fleet that Ashmerkrin had mobilized.

And the isolated black mist in the Dark Star System that can completely engulf even high-level probes.

Every detail is depicted with remarkable realism.

But in recounting all of this, he glossed over the intact blue star with remarkable ease.

Anya's whereabouts were concealed, and the boy named Gu Xu was buried deep beneath the surface.

In the story he presented to Crobbick, it was nothing more than a pure descent of a false god and a greedy drama of local magnates trying to profit from the chaos.

After hearing this statement, the corridor fell silent.

Crobbick sat down, crossed his hands and rested them on his chin, his brain starting to work frantically.

The previously chaotic clues are now connected by a clear main thread.

Those old foxes in Ashmert's court were willing to risk offending Parliament to do everything in their power to suppress the matter.

Their motives are now obvious.

Although he could never figure out one suspicious point, given Zogra's world-destroying nature of eating wherever he went.

Why didn't the Starfall Divine Realm turn into cosmic dust immediately, but instead managed to preserve such a complete structure?

But that doesn't stop him from seeing through the other party's cards.

Those Star Hunters, whose blood runs with plunder, perhaps sensed that something terrible had gone wrong when this false god descended.

Perhaps it suffered a severe blow, perhaps it was in a period of extreme weakness, or perhaps it has already left behind a shell containing the old rules and authority.

Their large-scale transfer of resources was aimed at forcibly absorbing this legacy of the past, which was enough to disrupt the balance of the universe, before the Star Council could react.

This is a high-stakes gamble with no way out.

"I see."

Having figured out the key points, Crobbick straightened up, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he looked at Night Owl: "The value of this intelligence is more than worth the risk you took."

"I always keep my word. When the Court of Twilight opens again, I will personally write your name on the list of nominees."

Upon hearing this, Night Owl made no further pleasantries, leaned back, and disappeared into the darkness behind the rocking chair.

"Buzz buzz buzz~!"

With a soft whooshing sound, there was no trace of anyone else who had been in the courtyard.

Once he was sure the other person had completely left, Crobbick immediately turned around and grabbed the coat that had been draped over the back of the chair.

He draped it over his shoulders and strode across the courtyard, reopening the gate.

The lid has been lifted on the Starfall Divine Realm. It concerns an ancient false god. This level of storm is beyond the authority of a high-ranking supervisor to adjudicate.

He had to return to the parliamentary headquarters immediately before the news leaked out and consult with Elder Mosde, the Swordholder.

Since Ashmertine is attempting to cheat under the table, the Parliament doesn't mind cutting off their outstretched claws.

When Crobbick returned and entered Mossd's private study, the Sword-wielding Elder was sitting quietly at his desk, eyes closed, resting.

After hearing the definitive intelligence brought back by Crobbick, the study fell into a long silence.

After a long while, Mosde opened his eyes, his eyes filled with disbelief.

After all, he never imagined that the local thugs in Ashmerkrin would be so audacious as to keep the news of an ancient god's descent tightly under their noses.

"Zogra..."

Mosde chewed on the name: "That's a calamity whose instinct is to devour everything. If it had truly descended upon the Starfall Rift, the entire Starfall Divine Realm would have long since turned into a vacuum. How are Terence and his ilk still alive?"

Crobbick lowered his head at the opportune moment and replied, "That's exactly what my subordinates are struggling to understand."

"The only explanation is that something went wrong that no one else knew about."

Upon hearing this, Moss stood up from his seat, walked over to the star map with his hands behind his back, and nodded slightly: "You're right. Not only that, those gamblers from humble backgrounds must have gained some unimaginable benefits from this upheaval."

"Otherwise, they wouldn't dare to pull off such a stunt right under the nose of the parliament, even if they had ten times the courage."

At this point, the two of them tacitly thought of the same possibility.

For those ancient beings, there is only one thing about them that is most coveted, and the only thing that a star system power would do anything to seize.

"authority."

If Ashmertine truly grasps even the slightest fragment of the old rules, the very foundation of the entire Star Council's rule will face immeasurable turmoil.

This potential for things to spiral out of control at any moment stirred a long-forgotten sense of anxiety in Mossde's heart.

He would never allow any force to escape his control within his jurisdiction.

Seeing the Elder's changing expression, Crobbick bowed slightly and asked tentatively, "Sir, since they have committed such a heinous crime with malicious intent, shouldn't we immediately formulate a purge plan?"

"Directly dispatch the law enforcement fleet to take over the Starfall Divine Realm?"

"No!"

Mosd raised his hand, stopping Crobbick from speaking: "Concealing information about the Old Gods and attempting to plunder forbidden power is indeed a capital offense that shakes the foundation of the Alliance, and they must never be let off the hook."

"But right now the Shadow Clan is wreaking havoc on the border. If we rashly raise an army without solid evidence, we will only be accused of eliminating dissidents and killing our own colleagues."

"At that time, other subordinate divine realms will inevitably feel a sense of shared loss and panic, leading to chaos."

Crobbick nodded in deep agreement: "Does Your Excellency mean we need a more natural opportunity?"

"Didn't we just throw out the opportunity?"

"The Starfield Battleground will open early next month."

"According to the rules, the rulers of all star domains must personally attend the joint meeting. Once the rulers of all the divine domains have gathered in the City of Stars, I will unveil the disguise of the Starfall Divine Domain in front of the entire council."

"Publicly expose their crimes of hoarding the legacy of the ancient gods and plotting rebellion, and suppress them on the spot!"

At this point, a glint of light flashed in Crobbick's eyes: "Admittedly, while launching an attack in public is certainly swift and decisive, exposing the parliament's undetected dereliction of duty to the public will inevitably damage its prestige to some extent."

"But this is just a matter of weighing the pros and cons."

"As long as the blame for this global scourge is firmly placed on Ashmek's head, this loss of prestige is insignificant."

"After all, no ruler of a divine realm would want to see an ancient monster sleeping next to their interstellar territory, which could awaken at any moment."

"Once the charges are proven, they will not only be unable to find fault with us, but will also rush to become our accomplices in the annihilation of the Starfall Divine Realm."