Old Walter?
Daisyla froze for a moment and swept her gaze around. Sure enough, she couldn't see the old gatekeeper anywhere.
She used her high-level authority to check and only then learned that the old man had voluntarily demoted himself and gone to serve as a military supervisor.
While she was at it, she discovered that the Disaster Warriors had been pulling off all sorts of outrageous stunts lately.
Plotting a coup? Do these Disaster Warriors even have the brains for that?
Daisyla's thoughts were more or less the same as those of most of the faction's higher-ups.
It wasn't that she looked down on players. Well, all right—she did look down on players.
It wasn't as though they had absolutely no chance of success.
In fact, the faction had once gone through a period of considerable power vacuum.
That period stretched from the conquest of the Longhorn Whale Alpha system until Du Zhaodi's return. During that time, the players had rapidly increased their strength through several small-scale interstellar wars, while everything from the faction's planetary infrastructure to its major legions was still progressing from zero to one. At that time, the players had been extremely important.
The Disaster Warriors, possessing the attribute of immortality, had once been treated as a pillar of support by the faction.
Unfortunately, with Du Zhaodi's triumphant return, the faction's strength had risen exponentially. Especially now, with troops being produced in units of hundreds of millions, those tens of millions of Disaster Warriors had truly become nothing more than a pebble by the roadside.
What other possibility was there for launching a coup at a time like this besides showing off their intelligence?
Or had something gone wrong with their minds as experimental subjects of a higher civilization?
All sorts of stray thoughts flashed through