They said Xian Zhu needed to prepare for the handoff, but judging from the Observation Station's current situation, Xian Zhu was practically glued to the Converter and could not get away anytime soon. That responsibility could only fall to Ronan. At the very least, ever since the communications system had been fitted with a dedicated Machine Core, its stable endurance was no longer something to worry about, allowing him to attend to other matters.
In fact, there was not much to this so-called handoff.
Ever since communications with the Command Department had returned to normal, all work records from Observation Station No. 7 had been promptly synchronized there. In a sense, the Command Department understood the situation at the Observation Station better than Ronan and Xian Zhu did.
When all was said and done, Ronan only needed to serve as a backup navigator on the ground when Sir Lu Ande and his party arrived, providing ground guidance if necessary.
After all, the area around Observation Station No. 7 had already undergone two rounds of Storm Ground-Washing. Configuration Imprints had piled up in layers, more than a thousand deep. The Extraterritorial Species had essentially been wiped out in force, leaving only a few scattered stragglers.
Ronan did not care, much less Sir Lu Ande, who had already become a Noble Lord.
That said, when Ronan used the Observation Station's radar and imaging devices to identify the object slowly descending toward them from the Starry Sky overhead, he could not help widening his eyes. At the same time, he sent Xian Zhu a message over the public channel:
"Sir Lu Ande's team is... pretty massive."
Ronan was not exaggerating in the slightest. Setting everything else aside, the largest of them was clearly being towed by external engines and escorted by dozens of