This is not mechanical ascension.

"Hmm?" Li Ming's heart moved slightly, pretending to be surprised, and said in a deep voice: "When did it happen?"

"We just got the news, but the joint fleet should have set out for some time." Pierre said quickly.

Everyone present seemed a little surprised, only Sandro didn't think so: "The tidal period of the Red River Star Stream has begun. Isn't it normal for them to set off?"

"Not normal..." Ulrich shook his head, his eyes subconsciously swept over Monroe, and then fell on Qinglong, "Asmara has an obvious advantage. Apart from Connit, she should be the only one who knows the specific coordinates."

"She used the death of Isius to build a huge joint fleet, and she is not in a hurry to open the core ruins."

"She can progress slowly and use this to continuously expand her influence. She can even wipe out all the private armed forces that are joining in the fun, and perhaps she wants to take the opportunity to deal with the Torch Organization."

"With the Grand Duke of Thorns as the backer, the only one who dares to compete for the entire Corona Borealis ring is the Judge Civilization. She has no need to rush, and if she doesn't move, others can only wait with her."

After being frightened by Monroe last time, he realized that only Qinglong could save his life, so he is trying to show his value.

"Yeah, leaving so abruptly is like being on fire." Benny's scalp tightened subconsciously. Why is Asmara so anxious?

If Asmara gets the core ruins first, what value do they have to Qinglong?

He couldn't help but curse inwardly. Asmara was really crazy, or who made her feel a sense of urgency.

The only thing he could think of was his own group, but Deyes had died long ago. When he contacted Asmara, he didn't know that he could contact the survivors of the sublimator.

And now they are all under the control of Qinglong. Even the members of the Torch Organization log in to the black hole network through secondary mapping. They can only browse information and cannot contact.

With the other party's means, it is impossible for them to contact the outside world, and no one dares to take this risk.

Thinking of this, Benny became more and more anxious and couldn't help looking at Connet.

Connet frowned and thought of this layer. Their value to Qinglong is further reduced.

Maybe…

"Hurry up and determine their location!" Li Ming said in a deep voice. Pierre's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He nodded hurriedly and left.

Li Ming took in the expressions of the crowd and did not speak. He left with a gloomy look.

Ulrich could not help but sneer, "It is human nature for you to hide things, but you are not the only ones who know the specific situation. Think about it carefully."

The expressions of the others were different. Benny's face turned pale, and Connet frowned and left worriedly.

He returned to the room and subconsciously locked the door. Connet stroked his fingers, stood in front of the porthole, and looked at the bizarre jump channel.

He didn't know what he was thinking. He let time pass until a few hours later, and there was finally a slight expression on his face as stiff as a fossil.

He seemed to be disappointed and helpless, and said at the same time: "I... want to admit defeat."

He didn't know who he was talking to, but when the voice fell, wisps of black mist emerged from the surface of his skin, and then formed a vague human figure next to him, and a hoarse voice came: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to tell Qinglong the coordinates." Connet said solemnly.

"What?" The black shadow was stunned, and his voice was high-pitched, "Are you crazy!?"

"This is your last reliance, what do you want to do!?"

"No, this is not a reliance, this is a disaster." Connet shook his head, "I should have done this a long time ago."

"It's really crazy, think about what Qinglong did? It caused heavy losses to the organization and even killed Fernande!"

"Everyone must have the awareness of dedication, not only Fernande, but also you and me." Connet looked calm.

"Why are you pretending to see through everything now?" The black shadow roared wildly, "You actually want to admit defeat and even tell him the coordinates? Do you think he will accept your favor?"

"No, he will kill you to prevent future troubles!"

"Yes, there is indeed this possibility." Connet said in a deep voice, "But he hasn't killed Ulrich and the others yet. He is not a bloodthirsty person. The Torch Organization cannot be destroyed in my hands."

"Coward, waste, you actually want to pin your hopes on the enemy's kindness, you are the shame of the Torch!" The black shadow roared with gritted teeth, but stopped abruptly.

Connet's fist pierced the black shadow, causing it to howl, and then disintegrated and retracted into Connet's body again.

Cornett's eyes were bright. "If I were just me, I would have died in the temporary base. What a pity..."

"I am still the leader of the Torch. This is just a plan in the years of the Torch Organization. If it fails, it fails. But if you provoke someone like Qinglong..."

What prompted him to change his decision was not only the matter of Asmara, but also An Ye's attitude towards Qinglong after many days of getting along.

Ulrich's attitude towards Qinglong.

After the initial anger faded, he asked himself many times, is it necessary? Is it really necessary to fight Qinglong to the death?

But it was also because of the previous playfulness and anger that he always found it difficult to make up his mind.

Until Asmara suddenly moved forward, he knew that if he delayed any further, this coordinate would really have no value.

...

In the combat command room, Li Ming frowned and stared at the group of people in front of him: "What do you mean by losing the trace of the joint fleet?"

Everyone was silent, and Pierre carefully explained, "Six hours after the United Fleet set off from the Land of Stars, it lost sight of a large number of reconnaissance ships and disappeared suddenly."

"On the Black Hole Network, several parties have exploded, and now no one knows where the combined fleet has gone."

Li Ming was surprised that Asmara was so capable that she actually threw everyone away.

Fortunately, they have Cornette here, otherwise they might not even be able to drink soup.

However, he didn't know the specific situation of the core ruins. If it was too late, Asmara might have already succeeded.

Just as he was thinking about it, the star ring on his arm vibrated slightly, and a page popped up. He raised his eyebrows, "Cornet?"

Ding dong!

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, Cornette opened the door, and it was Qinglong standing outside the door.

"Please come in." Cornette turned sideways and invited him in.

Li Ming glanced around and quietly became vigilant.

Cornette suddenly invited him to come, and he was somewhat wary.

"What to drink?" Cornette walked to the wine cabinet on display and asked calmly.

"If you don't drink, I'm afraid you'll be poisoned." Li Ming sat in front of the metal round table.

Konite paused for a moment, walked to Li Ming and sat down. He was silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed and said, "I can give you the complete coordinates."

"Huh?" Li Ming was surprised. He didn't expect Cornette to say such a thing. He looked at him up and down but didn't respond.

Cornette was minding his own business and said: "I have thought about it clearly and do not want to continue to be your enemy. There are too many people and things involved in this matter, and it is far beyond the scope of the Torch Organization to get involved."

"So, I will give you the complete coordinates."

"Well..." Li Ming's eyes flickered, which sounded reasonable.

In fact, this is essentially the case. The Torch Organization has no qualifications to continue playing. What surprised him was that Konite actually figured this out and was able to let go of his hatred.

Of course, he didn't completely believe it, and Cornit then said: "Don't worry, I will go with you to verify the authenticity of the coordinates, but other people in the Torch Organization need to leave, and they have nothing to you anyway. What’s the use?”

Being so proactive... Li Ming muttered: "It's okay to let the others go."

Ordinary Torch members don't know much, and it doesn't matter if they leave.

"One more request." Cornette hesitated: "If one day, the Torch Organization is in danger of destruction, and if I ask for help from you, I hope you can lend a helping hand."

"Ah?" Li Ming was slightly stunned, with a strange expression on his face, "Me, the Torch Rescue Organization? Are you sure?"

But looking at Cornette's solemn look, Li Ming helplessly spread his hands: "I can agree, but this matter cannot be verified."

Cornette added: "This is just a request. It doesn't matter whether you agree or not. It will not prevent me from giving you the coordinates."

This... Li Ming felt as if he had met Cornit for the first time, and his expression was unclear: "Are you... okay? What happened before?"

Cornette shook his head and looked calm: "It's meaningless. I'm not just me, and I can't just consider my own emotions."

Li Mingzhen felt a little impressed. After thinking for a moment, he said:

"No problem, just give me the coordinates and I can unilaterally clear up the grievances with you. Of course, if anyone of you messes with me again, don't blame me."

Konite did not hesitate, opened the smart terminal directly, and sent a series of coordinates over the intranet.

"Also, there is one more thing. This coordinate was actually sold to me by a well-reputed intelligence merchant after I attacked Asmara's laboratory last time. It costs 500 million star coins."

Cornette couldn't help but said, "At first, I thought these coordinates were not precious, but until now, I realized that the most precious thing is these coordinates."

Li Ming's eyes narrowed...Information businessman?

He thought about what Monroe had told him.

Looking down at the coordinates on the screen, he suddenly thought of Asmara. Wouldn't this be self-defeating?

If he had known that he could get the coordinates from Konite, there would be no need to provoke Asmara, and he could go there secretly.

But that’s not right. If it weren’t for Asmara’s stimulation, Konite might not have made up his mind so quickly.

After getting the coordinates, Li Ming left with satisfaction, while Cornette's eyes were distracted and he kept tapping on the metal table.

After waiting for a few more minutes, Ted arrived. He called out "chief" in a low voice but received no response. He was a little confused and stood beside him uneasily.

After waiting for a while, Pierre arrived, along with several other senior officials.

"Ted..." Everyone seemed to be here, Cornette tapped on the table.

"In..." Ted straightened his body subconsciously.

"From today on, you are the leader of the Torch Organization." Cornit said calmly.

"Yes...ah?" Ted nodded subconsciously at first, then looked confused and said in astonishment: "The... chief?"

Others were also confused.

"That's right, Pierre..." Cornette looked over and said hesitantly: "As an auxiliary officer, you will assist Ted, Als, and you will take over Fernand's position..."

"Chief...wait..." Ted couldn't help but interrupt. This scene of explaining the aftermath made him very uneasy.

"Aren't you still alive?"

"You are still alive now, but you may not be alive in the future." Cornit shook his head, "You can leave here now and return to the main base..."

"Is it Qinglong!?" Ted gritted his teeth and said, "If we don't leave, we'll have to fight him!"

"Fight?" Connet frowned, "What can you fight with? What qualifications do you have to fight?"

Ted's face flushed.

Connet continued: "I have reconciled with him, or more accurately, the Torch Organization has reconciled with him. Don't have any hatred towards him in the future."

Ah?

Everyone was stunned again, reconciled with...?

Connet said in a deep voice: "Remember what our purpose is. We are the Torch Organization, igniting the fire of change. Our goal is the Itlan civilization, not the Azure Dragon!"

Everyone looked at each other, still feeling stunned, but when they heard the word reconciliation, they were relieved from the bottom of their hearts for some reason.

"You all go out first." Connet waved, leaving Ted alone, then turned on the smart terminal and logged into the background of the black hole network.

Ted turned his head subconsciously, and Connet said: "Watch it, remember."

Ted took a deep breath, then turned his head and stared at each letter one by one.

"This account has been passed down by successive leaders. It has no property. The most important thing is the connections..." Connet opened the contact page and introduced them one by one:

"The Radiant Saint--Wendel, he is one of the leaders of the Holy Revolutionary Army, more than 200 years ago..."

"..."

"The Iron-blooded Leader--Netzheimer, he is the leader of the advanced civilization--Sonya civilization in the Basakul Cluster adjacent to the Silver Cluster. Sixteen years ago, we helped him solve a problem. About two years later, he will provide you with an A-level gene seed."

"..."

At this moment, the background message suddenly popped up, and a friend request was approved. It was a friend with a default black avatar.

Connet paused, and then changed the note--(suspected) Casting-level mechanic--Qinglong.

"Qinglong, he is very likely to be a forge-level mechanic. I will use the coordinates of the core ruins in exchange for a possible shot from him."

Connit narrated calmly: "If you encounter a crisis of destruction, you can try to ask him for help, but don't hold too much hope."

Connit stared at him solemnly: "And the most critical point, forget the previous conflict."

Ted's eyes flickered, and he silently clenched his fists. For some reason, he had an indescribable change of mentality.

It seemed that the previous conflict was really unimportant, and Qinglong's coercion was not important.

The continuation of the organization is the most important, and for this, everything can be sacrificed.

Is this...the leader...?

"I understand." He said in a deep voice.

...

Although the specific coordinates were obtained, the fleet stopped temporarily.

In the narrow metal corridor, all the staff hurriedly packed their luggage.

According to the agreement between Li Ming and Connit, all other warships will leave, leaving only this main ship and the necessary operators.