Mobile City Farming Guide

Chapter 219 "It's Over, Let's Begin" (4.2K)

The final three hours before the silence agreement was abolished.

In a room on the upper deck of the Tomorrow, Rino opened the system panel.

A new round of intelligence has been updated.

1. The Southern Ocean will be calm for the next week. (Intelligence Value: Average)

2. The Iron Oath Brotherhood's Tier 4 naval force is already in position in the northern waters of the Western Wasteland. They will launch an attack on the monster civilization on land once the countdown ends. (Intelligence Value: Excellent)

3. Tianze forcibly conscripted the level 4 monster civilization, the Fire Elemental Civilization, from Southern Liuzhou, demanding that they completely destroy the Great Wall. (Intelligence Value: Excellent)

4. With the abrogation of the Silence Agreement, the regional struggle between humans and monsters in Southern Liuzhou has come to an end. The Wasteland God War Lord is extremely dissatisfied, as the war ended too hastily. (Intelligence Value: Rare)

5. A few days ago, the leaders of both humans and monsters held another meeting to discuss whether to lift nuclear weapons controls in the wasteland. After discussion, both sides decided to maintain nuclear weapons controls. (Intelligence Value: Excellent)

[6. Refreshing. (Intelligence Value: Epic)]

After finishing his work, Li Ye found someone.

That was Whiteman, who was still on board the Tomorrow with his team, responsible for maintaining stability.

At that moment, Whiteman was speaking softly with several residents of the Tomorrow when he saw Li Ye approaching, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Li Ye paused, recalling the sentence mentioned in the intelligence report.

The Wasteland God War Lord watched the entire war in Southern Liuzhou.

Then he slowly began to speak.

“Bishop Whiteman, as a bishop of the Apocalypse Church, you should know about the Wasteland God War God, right?”

Whiteman was stunned by what he heard.

After regaining his senses, he bid farewell to the residents around him and then waved lightly to Li Ye.

"Come with me, let's find a quiet room and talk slowly."

Among all the wasteland gods, there is one deity who is quite special.

He is seen as the embodiment of war, bloodshed, and glory.

War God.

Legend has it that He was a colossal god whose body reached the heavens and sat upon a war throne forged from countless weapons.

Beneath the throne lies a sea of ​​corpses and weapons, piled high with the bones and weapons of the defeated.

Legend has it that the War God is a human-shaped deity, shrouded in heavy armor, with eyes burning with eternal fury.

The War God has an insatiable thirst for battle and firmly believes that only in endless struggles and battles can the laws of the world be most purely manifested.

His heart was constantly filled with extreme cruelty and anger, but when he watched the struggles and killings of the creatures in the world, he always showed a sense of pleasure.

After listening to Whiteman's story, Li Ye seemed to be deep in thought.

Now, he has a basic understanding of this wasteland god.

Even so, he still seemed very worried.

The power of a wasteland god is unparalleled, but fortunately, the War God only played the role of an observer in the war in Southern Liuzhou.

He quickly thought of another problem.

"Then, Bishop Whiteman, has the War God ever appeared in the world in history?"

Whiteman slowly shook his head.

"No."

"Is that so?" Li Ye nodded gently.

He looked at Whiteman and asked his second question.

"So, do you know about the wasteland god Miwei?"

Whiteman's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, and he even showed a hint of fear.

"Where did you hear about Him?"

Seeing the other person's expression, Li Ye clearly realized that something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Bishop Whiteman?" he asked slowly. "Is this wasteland god... terrifying?"

Miwei.

A wasteland god who possesses childlike innocence and a love of play, yet is also extremely cruel to all living beings in the world.

He represents distorted innocence, ignorant malice, and extraordinary power.

This wasteland god acts without any logic; He enjoys playing various games and fooling all living beings.

He is the most unpredictable threat in the entire world.

Unlike other wasteland gods, Mivi did not seek to conquer, destroy, or gain the faith of the living beings in the world.

He just wanted to play.

But no living being can afford to play His game.

A century ago, Miwei played a game once in the world.

At that time, the whole world was shrouded in an endless fog that He had created.

The fog cannot be dispelled by any means, and any detection method is ineffective within the fog.

Both monsters and humans are lost in the mist.

Worse still, the fog is home to all sorts of bizarre and deformed monsters.

These monsters were all huge, dilapidated dolls made of stitched leather, rotten cloth, and rusty metal skeletons.

Their joints are twisted, like toys haphazardly pieced together by a child; their limbs are oddly proportioned, and their fingers are as thin as blades.

The doll monsters cannot be killed by any means, and anything that comes into contact with them will be assimilated into a doll.

Whether monster or human, the only thing to do is to hide in the fog as well as possible to avoid being found by the toy monsters.

This world-class game of hide-and-seek, orchestrated by Miwei, has left them with immense psychological trauma.

The fog didn't last long, dissipating just a week later, and the toy monsters vanished without a trace.

The survivors immediately began investigating Mivi.

However, after a century, they have not obtained any clues about Miwei.

No one knows what this wasteland god looks like or where he is hiding in the world.

Even the Apocalypse Cult, which worships wasteland gods, lists Mivi as a forbidden god that cannot be followed.

Upon hearing this, Li Ye's heart skipped a beat.

He recalled the incident mentioned in the previous epic intelligence summary.

In the future, the wasteland god Mivi will unleash a prank on the world.

If it's a "game" similar to The Mist, that would be terrible.

For the rest of the time, the two sides stopped talking and waited quietly.

Waiting for the final countdown to end.

Time passed slowly, and the room became very quiet.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1
As the final countdown ended, Li Ye's breath caught in his throat.

Is it finally starting?
He looked around blankly; everything remained calm.

It seemed as if nothing had happened.

Yet it seems that everything has already begun.

In the northern waters of Western Wilderness, a carrier strike group sailed majestically across the vast ocean.

Between the azure sea and sky, the massive aircraft carrier stands like a maritime overlord, cleaving through the waves, its bow stirring up layers of spray. On the deck, fighter jets are neatly arranged, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Destroyers, cruisers, and frigates were positioned around the aircraft carrier, forming a tight defensive line and leaving long wakes.

The ship's smokestacks emitted wisps of smoke, which mingled with the sea breeze to create a spectacular sight.

The communication signal lights between the ships were flashing continuously.

This is a carrier strike group belonging to the Iron Brotherhood.

In the aircraft carrier's command center, the commander silently glanced at his watch.

When the second hand on his watch struck 12, he nodded slightly.

"ended."

Then, he looked at the crew members in front of him.

"Now, let's get started."

The objective of this carrier strike group is to eliminate the level 1 and level 2 monster civilizations in many areas of the northern part of the Western Wilderness.

The first problem to solve is the walrus civilization that occupies the ice sheet region at level 2.

With a command from the commander, the aircraft carrier group immediately entered combat readiness.

The piercing alarm blared throughout the fleet, ground crew on deck scurried about, and the roar of carrier-based aircraft engines tore through the calm sea and sky.

Fighter jets roared into the sky one after another from the catapults, their exhaust trails leaving intense streaks of light in the sky.

The escorting destroyers and cruisers had already opened the hatches of their vertical missile launch systems, and anti-aircraft missiles and cruise missiles were ready to be launched. The dense dots on the radar screens foreshadowed the impending destructive storm.

The walrus people had already sensed the arrival of the enemy and sent troops to meet them.

On the sea, multiple walrus-man level 2 mobile cities accelerated forward, with jet aircraft, helicopters, speedboats, and mini-submarines deployed outside swarming forward like an ant colony.

Leading the charge were the walrus-men's aircraft, jet planes tearing through the clouds and helicopter formations skimming the sea surface, the shrieking of engines and the roar of rotors blending into a grand concerto.

Their target is aircraft carriers.

Two cruisers were waiting to meet them.

Once the radar locked on, the cruisers opened fire.

The vertical launch units activated instantly, and countless anti-aircraft missiles, like swords drawn from their sheaths, pierced through the smoke on the deck and soared into the sky.

At the moment the missile collided with the aircraft, a deadly net was blasted open high in the sky.

Many jet planes and helicopters were torn into burning fragments before they could even avoid the danger. Their fuselages disintegrated in mid-air, and the pilots didn't even have a chance to eject before they and their cockpits scattered like meteors.

As the few remaining survivors that managed to break through the interception closed in frantically, the close-in weapon systems (CIWS) on the bow and stern of the two cruisers suddenly roared into action.

These 20mm diameter cannons unleashed a storm of scorching metal at a rate of 4500 rounds per minute, with spent shell casings cascading onto the deck like a waterfall. The surviving enemy air force was thus enveloped in a crossfire, its rotor blades shattered, its fuselages twisting and tumbling in the air before finally crashing into the sea, creating towering splashes.

When the smoke cleared, twisted metal debris and oil slicks floated in the waters around the cruiser.

The captain nodded and calmly reported.

"The air is clean and clear."

The sky had just calmed down when the sea began to churn again.

The Walrus People's Tier 2 naval forces have already sped over.

Hundreds of Class 2 armed speedboats cut through the waves like bloodthirsty sharks, with heavy machine guns mounted on their bows, and the crew members carrying various Class 2 firearms and rocket launchers.

Meanwhile, in the shadows beneath the water, dozens of small submarines were silently approaching, attempting to launch a surprise attack on the aircraft carrier.

They were met by destroyers from the fleet.

On the radar screen in the destroyer's command room, all the speedboats and small submarines were clearly displayed.

"Report: Enemy speedboat group is located at bearing 175, 12 nautical miles away," a naval officer reported.

The captain nodded and then gave the order.

"Switch the air defense missiles to anti-ship mode, lock onto the target, and then fire."

The hatch of the vertical launch unit on the destroyer's deck suddenly opened, and several missiles roared into the sky.

As the walruses rushed towards them in terror, the people watched.

The first missile struck the lead speedboat directly, and the shockwave from the explosion lifted the entire speedboat into the air, with shattered metal debris raining down.

The second missile exploded in the center of the speedboat group, and a debris storm swept around, instantly setting many speedboats ablaze.

Then came the third and fourth shots.
The surviving speedboats continued to close the distance, attempting a suicidal charge.

However, the close-in weapon systems on the deck had already been activated, and the storm of scorching metal sprayed from their muzzles instantly engulfed them.

At the same time, the destroyer located the small submarines.

The multi-rocket depth charge launcher on the deck slowly rose, its dark launch tubes gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

With a deafening roar, a large number of depth charges rose into the air, trailing fiery plumes and tracing deadly parabolas across the sky. They paused briefly at their highest point before plunging into the sea in freefall.

The moment it entered the water, the time-delay fuse began its countdown, and the heavy projectile rapidly sank to the predetermined depth.

As they exploded one after another, the mini-submarines twisted and deformed like soda cans suddenly squeezed, their hulls bursting with a sickening groan.

When the shock of the explosion finally subsided, only deathly silence remained on the sonar screen.

The small submarines and their walrus crews have become an integral part of the deep sea forever.

As the Walrus people's naval and air forces were annihilated, the aircraft carrier's fighter squadrons had already completed their bombing of their mobile cities.

The once grand and imposing city of the walrus people has now been bombed to pieces, floating on the sea like a corpse devoured by a giant beast.

Within just over ten minutes, the walrus people's maritime defense forces were completely wiped out.

The aircraft carrier fleet then began its attack on the walrus civilization.

The enemy was completely wiped out, and our casualties were zero.

Under the bombing of fighter jets and missiles, the coastal settlements of the Walrus people have been transformed into burning hells.

Soon, this once invincible level 2 monster civilization in the icy wasteland was destroyed.

The aircraft carrier fleet set sail again, heading to the coastal waters of other regions to continue its attacks on other monster civilizations.

Not only there, but at this very moment, similar scenes are unfolding all over the planet.

The moment the silence agreement was abolished, the three major human organizations unleashed their full power, beginning a frenzied extermination of the low-level monster civilizations in the wasteland.

Correspondingly, the monsters also began their attack.

Space, near-Earth orbit.

The Level 4 satellite weapon platform belonging to the monster faction was thus activated.

Six jet-black superalloy rods slowly extended from the electromagnetic rails and began to aim under the fine-tuning of the track computer.

The target is a level 3 human fortress in Donghua Continent.

As the electromagnetic rails began to charge, the superconducting coils emitted a ghostly hum, transmitting a deathly tremor in the vacuum environment.

Six superalloy rods were launched, leaving trails tens of kilometers long after entering the atmosphere, like thunderbolts thrown by the gods.

Soon, they hit the level 3 fortress one after another.

The superalloy rod released kinetic energy comparable to a small nuclear bomb the moment it hit the target, causing the fortress walls and buildings to collapse like brittle cookies.

The immense force caused the ground to rise like ocean waves before collapsing into a giant crater hundreds of meters in diameter.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the Level 3 fortress that stood on the ground had been transformed into a twisted metal tomb.

In the center of the giant crater, six superalloy rods, with only their broken ends remaining, are deeply embedded in the earth like black tombstones.

After identifying and destroying the target, the Level 4 satellite weapon platform began recharging and filling the alloy rod, and started searching for the next target.

(End of this chapter)