Chapter 565: Chapter 296 Origin and Development of Events, Storm Looming_2
"Is that all?" Li Ming leaned closer.
"What else?" Wu Yanqing gave a cold snort, steering the conversation away harshly: "Forget it, Iâve already ended up like this, things wonât end well anyway."
"What about you? Whatâs your plan? With Level Forty-Six development potential, theyâll definitely recruit you."
Li Ming said casually, "Iâll take it one step at a time."
Wu Yanqing glanced at him, and seeing Li Mingâs indifferent attitude, couldnât help but sigh, "Duke Bloodthorn is also a good choice, although he is controlled by others, many donât even have such an opportunity."
"Weâll see, weâll talk about it when the time comes." Li Ming nonchalantly replied.
Wu Yanqing shook his head, reminding him, "Your development potential is indeed astounding, but the problem is, youâre now in the hands of Duke Bloodthorn, without other options."
"Donât even think about negotiating terms with them, those people are used to being high above, even if your development potential amazes them, they wonât be threatened by you."
He knew Li Ming wasnât the type to be arrogant because of his high development potential, but feared even more that the other party would overestimate those peopleâs tolerance.
Level Forty-Six development potential, a future full of limitless prospects, he really didnât want to see him meet an early demise, eventually destined to shine across the Starfield.
"Donât worry." Li Ming smiled, and seeing this, Wu Yanqing knew Li Ming was very decisive, and said no more.
Meanwhile, Asimaraâs mood wasnât as beautiful; she returned to the command center with a gloomy expression.
Level Forty-Six development potential, her heart was bleeding, if not for Gabrielâs sudden whim to follow the capture squad, Li Ming would have been in her hands right now.
Decades, even a century from now, he would surely be a card that shocks the Interstellar.
Thinking this, Asimaraâs expression grew even uglier, and the bad news didnât stop there.
"Your Highness!"
In front of the neatly arranged terminal processors, suddenly a staff member shouted; generally, only her confidants would call her that.
So Asimaraâs gaze narrowed slightly, and she quickly walked over.
The other person quickly reported: "Your Highness, about half an hour ago, someone on the regional forum of the Black Hole Network started to widely spread the coordinates here, claiming this is the location of the Core Relics."
"What!?"
Asimaraâs face changed slightly, peering closely at it, then turned ashen.
On the virtual interface before her, the coordinates were glaringly displayed, and in a short period of time, there had already been tens of thousands of discussions.
Most peopleâs initial reaction was disbelief, but Asimara knew, as people came to verify, this news would soon be confirmed.
"We have spent so much time shaking them off!" Asimaraâs anger surged, it wasnât easy for the massive United Fleet to shake off all pursuit.
They had invested considerable time and effort.
But in a short time, not only did Antonio know, now it was exposed to everyone.
The deputy commanders in the command room also gathered around, their expressions changing, discussing in low voices.
"Did the Judger Civilization do this?" someone guessed instantly, then stirring a wave of agreement.
"Probably them, we ambushed them, and they suffered heavy losses, thinking about revenge."
Others sneered, "How many people can it attract? Those faraway big shots canât make it in time, and the nearby rabble wouldnât dare to attack us."
"Right, itâs a bad move, it can only disgust us, Interstellar Wanderers, Raiders, Scavengers, all too cowardly, only daring to pick off the easy targets."
Asimaraâs brows were deeply furrowed, not reassured by these words, she issued a command: "Expand the reconnaissance area by threefold, any non-ally spacecraft that appears nearby, treat them as hostile!"
"Yes!"
The people became serious and went to their respective tasks.
"Was it really Antonio?" Asimara pondered, it was unlike the style of this seasoned general to act so rashly.
As Asimara anticipated, although the vast majority of people did not believe such valuable coordinates could be so casually known, there were still those who came to confirm.
"Hit the nail on the head, these idiots, they really dared to come."
On a patrolling warship, a Yitelan soldier manning the weaponry grinned, watching on the screen as the decrepit spacecraft exploded like fireworks, the metal debris scattering across the barren starry sky, mentally adding in the booming sounds.
"Hey, some fish slipped through the net, notify the assault team, go and capture prisoners."
The virtual screen next to him suddenly emitted a sharp ring, and the image continuously zoomed in, revealing something like a capsule-like escape pod.
In just two days, dozens to hundreds of fireworks exploded around the United Fleet.
Although all those who came to explore never returned, this ironically solidified the possibility of the coordinates.
In a short time, everyone was guessing who the person spreading the coordinates was, being so generous.
Numerous private armed forces were itching to move, like they had obtained a treasure, heading towards these coordinates.
"I wasnât wrong then, this bunch of cowards, they dare not come close."
In the command room, several deputy commanders sneered continuously, watching the constantly refreshing Black Hole Network.
"If the formation hadnât been deployed earlier, they might have caused some damage, but now they couldnât even cause a bit of damage."
Asimaraâs slender fingers were propped on the command platform, overlooking below, yet his eyes were somewhat scattered, until one of his subordinates exclaimed again: "That anonymous account has released new information..."
Asimaraâs gaze suddenly condensed, he hurried over, causing a wave of fragrance, and everyone tactfully cleared a path for him.
Just a glance at the virtual screen, Asimaraâs face grew even more unsightly.
"In the Core Relics of Ascenders, there lies the Ascension Source Crystal, an interstellar treasure that can enhance development potential."
"Also worth billions, various reserve resources and an Evolution Instrument that can increase the development rate..."
The whole article elaborately described all sorts of wonderful things contained within the Core Relics.
Some items were even unknown to Asimara, clearly technologies not proficiently mastered by the Ascender Civilization, evidently concocted.
"Such treachery!" The deputy commanders nearby exclaimed in anger, having realized: "First establish his credibility with coordinates, then release these uncertain truths, making it easy to gain the trust of these fools."
"Trouble."
Everyoneâs expression looked very grim. Earlier, those people only knew this was the Core Relics of Ascenders, but the concept was vague.
Even the name âAscenderâ hadnât appeared in the Northern Crown Star Ring for a long time.
But these genuinely wonderful items, their functions and values, were completely different once exposed.
Temptation stirs the heart; even knowing there might be a trap, there was still a âwhat ifâ inciting them.
Someone clenched their teeth and said, "If these fools really seek death, just fighting them will consume a lot of energy."
"Who is it, to know so much about the Core Relics!"
No matter who it is, they will not stop me! Asimaraâs eyes were cold, suppressing the madness within him.
Sure enough, the moment the message was released, it caused a huge commotion, and many Raiders who werenât very interested initially now cast their eyes in this direction.
Lonely wolves on the move, groups of three to five, medium-sized exploration teams of dozens, and even large fleets of hundreds to thousands came from afar, gathering around the United Fleet but not daring to get too close,
The Tidal Period of the Red River Star Stream brought together various groups of people; even if they reminded themselves not to wade into troubled waters, another thought tempted themâ
Just looking should be fine.
...
"Somebody is still secretly stirring up trouble, interesting..."
It was an old, small spaceship traveling in a warp trajectory, a short man with a face full of stubble fondling his chin, occasionally trimming a too-long stub.
He was looking at the virtual screen before him, displaying the wildly spreading "Core Relics Treasure Detailed Explanation."
"Seems like someone wants to benefit as the third party, where did this guy come from?"
"Last time it should also have been him, originally wanted to wait until Antonio raised the reward to one billion, before giving him the coordinates, yet someone cut in..."
He pondered while looking, each step of their plan was carefully calculated.
Duke Bloodthorn was weaker in authority compared to Duke Guya, hence the latter should take the initiative.
Duke Guya, however, needed Duke Bloodthornâs strength to find the location of the Core Relics and even the method of entering them; therefore, he could only stand by.
Otherwise, once the latter fully launched all his forces in the Northern Crown Star Ring, Asimara would have a hard time playing.