Poverty makes me capable of anything.

At the corner of the stairs, he encountered Camilla and the others who had come together.

Let's double-check the situation with the White Devil.

The fork in the road nodded.

He hoped his guess was correct.

Otherwise, there will be a big problem.

"it is true?"

A dozen minutes later, Qilu received another reply from the White Devil.

The White Devil's wording was very certain.

Wayne gave a detailed report.

After the fighting on the front lines subsided, the Arbitrators of the Exiled Empire arrived near the laboratory using the copy-paste function of [Star River Miracle].

"Unfortunately, no trace of Dynex's life can be found in the starry sky over there."

Qilu stared wide-eyed.

If even the embers have been burned away, does that mean that Dynex is completely dead?

They didn't even have the chance to knock on their coffin lids.

How could this be?

Qilu was momentarily stunned.

It took the white demon two shouts for him to come to his senses.

The White Demon said, "Even if Dynex retains some embers, it's uncertain how long it will take for it to recover to its full strength. We can't afford to wait that long."

Oh shit, it's over.

Qilu said, "I want to be alone."

The White Devil nodded: "Cease all operations for now and wait for my return."

"Yes."

After cutting off communications, Qilu gave a bitter laugh.

The faces of those around him were also very grim.

The purpose of releasing Dynex was to allow it to devour the star path.

The destruction of a star path can not only cause widespread explosive attacks, but also trigger a collision between hyperspace and local space.

Such a collision will generate a super-dimensional storm with tremendous destructive power.

Even the rulers of star systems would find it difficult to survive in the storm.

However, that was not the purpose of the Chain of Judgment; they hoped to use this storm to open a passage to higher-dimensional worlds.

Even if that doesn't work, it can still attract the attention of higher-dimensional worlds, causing them to descend on their own initiative.

"This road is blocked."

The theory of divergent paths.

The people around nodded.

Yes, that's not an option.

They had no choice but to resort to other, more troublesome methods, such as having to dig the road themselves as laborers.

Are you kidding me?

It's not that it's impossible, but can its efficiency compare to that of the Dynex?

Frustrated, Qilu locked himself in the underground library.

Gazing at the flames burning in the basin, he fell into deep thought.

Before taking action, it had carefully calculated that although there would be some impact, it would not lead to Dynex's death.

Which part of the process went wrong?

The faces of the humans he had fought flashed through Qilu's mind.

Their strength is just so-so.

At most, it will just make Dynex suffer a little.

As for Anran.

For a fleeting moment, I doubted Anran.

But she was unaware of the details of her own plans, and she didn't even know that Dynex existed.

It's difficult to tamper with things.

"And with her strength..."

Qilu smiled.

Although he has regained the strength of a star field overlord, he is still far from being a match for it and is completely inadequate.

If the problem doesn't lie with these people, then it can only be...

"There's a traitor among us!"

Qilu's eyes narrowed.

He didn't doubt the fanatics, only his "comrades" who held the title of FOR.

The one Qilu suspected most was the White Devil.

Besides it, the White Devil knows the Pioneer Project best.

Moreover, it is now lurking in the human world, so it would be incredibly easy for it to do anything it wants.

"Ha ha……"

Qilu sneered.

Nothing lasts forever; everything changes.

……

at the same time.

At the headquarters of the War Court.

The white demon, disguised as a human, rested his chin on his hands, lost in thought.

It knows that plans will always have flaws, but with it coordinating things, any mistakes can be made up for.

But now Dynex is dead.

The Arbitrator himself swept through that starry sky; the embers could not possibly survive.

There must be some special reason behind this.

The first thing the White Devil thought of was—

There's a traitor!

Someone must have sabotaged things behind the scenes, causing the secret of Dynex to be leaked and leading to the current situation.

"How dare you betray the Chain of Judgment! Don't let me catch you!"

The White Devil continued to handle government affairs.

In the afternoon, it took some time to contact the Holy City ruins.

This time, Camilla and Ying answered the phone.

"Who released Dynex?" the White Devil asked.

"It's a wrong path."

"Isn't anyone else involved?"

Camilla answered uncertainly, "Probably not?"

The white demon said in a deep voice, "What do you mean by 'shouldn't exist'?"

"At least on the surface, it appears that Qilu released this information by himself."

"I understand."

The white demon nodded.

Has he been away from the Holy City ruins for too long? I have a feeling that things are a bit strange there.

The White Devil temporarily ended the call.

It appears that only the Crossroads had contact with Dynex, but he did not conclude that the Crossroads was a traitor based on this.

Tampering with something doesn't necessarily have to wait until the coffin is opened.

It is highly likely that tampering was done before the operation even began.

"It seems I need to investigate their recent activities."

The white demon was having a bit of a headache; this was no small amount of work.

The only option left is to activate the hidden piece it left in the Chain of Judgment.

On the other side, Camilla and Shadow looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What did 002 mean by asking that question just now?" Shadow asked.

Camilla glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then said, "Do you think 002 is suspicious of the wrong path?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Dynex died too suddenly. It's clear that both Qilu and 002 are puzzled and feel that something is wrong. 002's question means he must think that someone tampered with the coffin when it was opened."

Ying's expression changed slightly: "It can't be that bad, can it?"

Its eyes flickered uncertainly, making it impossible to discern its true thoughts.

"I hope I'm just overthinking it."