Mobile City Farming Guide

Chapter 220 The Holy Son (4K)

Nanliuzhou, the Great Wall.

As soon as George retreated to the mobile island that had come to pick him up, he saw a sight that astonished him.

Rows and rows of fire elements then swept in from afar.

They gathered together, forming a vast sea of ​​fire that surged toward the Great Wall.

As the scorching sea bombarded the Great Wall, the thousands of degrees of heat instantly melted through the wall. The riveted, heavy armor plates bent and fell off like wax, exposing the gear sets that spun wildly in the high temperature, eventually exploding into a rain of flying metal.

A cannon slowly tilted in the sea of ​​fire, its barrel melting into molten red iron, falling into it like the arm of a dying giant.

Looking out, sections of the Great Wall appear to be broken apart as if gnawed by a giant beast, with fallen steel beams plunging into a sea of ​​fire, creating fountains of flame hundreds of meters high.

The sea of ​​fire spread as if it were alive, eventually engulfing the Great Wall completely.

The Great Wall region it swept through has been transformed into a twisted metal graveyard.

The magnificent fortifications that once stood on Nanliuzhou for over fifty years are now just a melting metal edging on the edge of the Yanhai Sea.

Upon seeing this, George's pupils slowly widened.

"What level of monster is this?" he murmured in disbelief.

Feller, who was standing to the side, lit a cigarette and spoke slowly.

"I heard it's a level 4 monster civilization, a fire element civilization. Actually, this is the first time I've ever seen one."

With the Silence Agreement abolished, the human leadership immediately began the withdrawal of the Great Wall forces.

The two men were well aware that this continent-level fortification would obviously be impossible to defend in the future.

at the same time.

The fire elementals are very unhappy.

This is the first time in many years that they have left the desert region where they have lived for so long.

But this time the order came from a monster world-class organization, so they had no choice but to do their jobs obediently.

A sea of ​​fire, formed by tens of thousands of fire elementals, spread along the Great Wall, completely engulfing and swallowing it.

A few hours later.

The Iron Brotherhood carrier strike group is located in the northern waters of the Western Wilderness.

To date, this carrier strike group has destroyed three monster civilizations.

An alarm suddenly sounded in the aircraft carrier's command center.

The commander immediately frowned.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Report! A large number of missiles are approaching our fleet from 300 kilometers to the northeast!"

The camera shifts to the far northeast, where a string of lights appears on the horizon.

These points of light initially resembled stars that had not yet faded before dawn, but in an instant, they began to multiply rapidly, spreading like a plague across the azure sky.

Upon closer inspection, hundreds of missiles roared in, streaking across the sky with long trails of flame.

With the commander's order, the aircraft carrier fleet began missile interception operations and dispatched reconnaissance aircraft.

Soon, everyone learned who the enemy who had fired missiles at them was.

A Tier 4 carrier fleet from the War Alliance.

"It's finally here," the commander said softly.

The monster world-class organization would naturally not stand idly by and watch as a large number of monster civilizations in the Western Wilderness were wiped out; they would definitely take action to stop it.

The commander stroked his chin, lost in thought.

If the enemy only sends one aircraft carrier fleet, we have the ability to fight back.

Just then, reconnaissance planes from the front lines transmitted new intelligence.

The commander's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

"What? This carrier fleet also has two mobile suits?"

Hundreds of nautical miles to the northeast, a war alliance's aircraft carrier fleet is sailing in a mighty manner.

Behind the fleet, two Tier 4 mobile suits followed closely.

These armored robots, which are hundreds of meters tall, do not ride the waves, but rather navigate using an array of ocean thrusters mounted on their backs.

Their shoulder armor spreads out to the sides, revealing built-in stabilizing wings, which help the mobile suits maintain stability in raging waves.

Whenever a wave several meters high crashes into the armor, the active liquid metal coating covering the surface automatically adjusts its shape to distribute the impact force evenly throughout the entire torso.

Their weapons include mobile naval guns, high-vibration cutting blades, anti-ship missile pods, and close-in weapon systems (CIWS).
After regaining his senses, the commander couldn't help but sigh softly.

"They've even equipped us with mobile suits; it seems we can't win this battle."

He immediately ordered the aircraft carrier fleet to withdraw.

The piercing alarm sounded again in the cabins of the fleet's ships.

However, it was not an emergency battle alarm, but rather a low-pitched retreat signal consisting of three long and two short rallies.

The commander's voice then rang out on all the ship's communication channels.

"Mission terminated. All ships turn 180 degrees and increase speed to 28 knots."

Fighter jets engaged in external operations quickly withdrew, and various types of ships contracted their formations.

The fleet then launched a wave of chaff and decoy flares to create false signals and confuse the enemy in their pursuit.

As he left, the commander couldn't help but recall the remains of the walrus-man troops that had been burning fiercely on the sea earlier.

"Who exactly has the silence agreement protected all this time?" he said softly.

In a small courtyard.

Adam bent down and carefully counted the grass sprouts emerging from the cracks in the stone bricks.

The sunlight in the courtyard, like melting honey, slowly flowed between the stone steps and the blades of grass.

The young child, barefoot, felt the coolness of the stone slab for the first time.

He reached out and gently ran his fingertips along the tender sprout emerging from between the bricks. When he felt the delicate, fuzzy texture, he was startled and withdrew his hand, but then couldn't resist touching it again.

So this is how fragile life can be.

He heard a sound on the back of his hand and looked over in surprise, only to find that a ladybug had landed on the back of his hand.

This little insect is dazzlingly red, and the black spots on its carapace are arranged so precisely that they seem to be governed by some sacred geometric law.

Adam held his breath and watched it unfold its translucent elytra and fly away.

There was a noise behind me, and a kind voice rang out.

"I'm back, Adam."

Adam turned his head and looked over. When he saw the other person clearly, a look of joy appeared on his face.

"Grandpa Constantine!"

Pope Constantine of the Apocalypse opened his arms and smiled as he embraced Adam.

The scene shifts to the cardinals in the conference room, who are intently watching this moment.

After regaining their senses, they couldn't help but start whispering among themselves.

"In just a few months, he developed from an embryo into a six- or seven-year-old boy; it's an astonishing rate of development."

"Why should the Holy See personally take care of him when it's a matter that researchers can handle?"

"The Apocalypse Cult's ultimate weapon looks like nothing more than a soft child."

"No, the human form is merely His vessel."

Is it controllable?

Amid the murmurs of the crowd, Viktor slowly lit a cigarette.

The cardinal, who was usually so jovial, now wore an expression more solemn than ever before. "Is the future of the entire Church of Apocalypse, and even of humanity, truly to be entrusted to this child?" he wondered silently, looking at Adam on the screen.

Adam reached out his little hand and gently stroked Constantine's face.

“You look very tired, Grandpa Constantine.”

“Yes, Grandpa recently encountered a troublesome matter,” Constantine said with a faint smile. “It kept me a bit flustered, but it’s been resolved.”

Adam was stunned by what he heard.

After a long silence, he spoke softly.

"But Grandpa, you are very worried and troubled, even restless."

As he spoke, a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

"Grandpa Constantine, what exactly is that abrogated silence agreement that you're worried about?"

Upon hearing this, the cardinals in the conference room were stunned.

"He can actually sense people's inner thoughts?"

"This is just one of his abilities. Researchers have discovered that he has revived entire dead potted plants!"

"He can read anyone's mind; nothing can hide from him. So how should we nurture him?"

"Can we really control this weapon?"

Constantine paused for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

"I didn't expect I still couldn't hide it from you, Adam."

Adam withdrew his little hand from his embrace, slowly lowered his head, and looked down like a child who had made a mistake.

"Grandpa Constantine, why did you and everyone else create me?"

A moment of silence fell over the meeting room.

Constantine seemed to have been prepared, gently bending down to embrace him and speaking softly.

"Because we need you, Adam."

"I think that now both humans and monsters are living in constant fear."

"That's what Whiteman said sincerely."

"Ok?"

Li Ye was taken aback at first, but then he understood what he meant.

After the silence agreement was abolished, world-class organizations from both the human and monster sides began indiscriminate attacks in the wasteland.

The main target is still the opponent's lower-level forces.

Following Whiteman's train of thought, Li Ye began to think carefully.

From a human perspective, the wasteland was already teeming with monsters, and now a monster-centric world organization has launched indiscriminate attacks. Lower-level human mobile cities and factions are basically forced to rely on the three major human organizations for survival, making it impossible for them to even show their faces and develop in the wasteland. Higher-level human mobile cities, however, have stronger self-defense capabilities and can continue to wander and survive in the wasteland.

From the monsters' perspective, there are simply too many monsters in the wasteland for the monster world-class organizations to manage, while the high-level vehicles and mobile cities of the human world-class organizations can freely launch attacks across the world. Low-level monster civilizations are easily destroyed.

"So, to avoid indiscriminate attacks from humans, low-level monster civilizations also migrate and live a nomadic existence in the wasteland by moving cities, right?" he speculated.

Whiteman nodded slowly.

"Yes."

He told Li Ye that this was the scene in the wasteland 152 years ago, before the two sides signed the tacit agreement.

At that time, low-level monster civilizations basically lived by wandering.

"Does 'lower level' mean level 2 or below?" Li Ye asked.

“Yes,” Whiteman nodded. “Level 3 is considered high. But given the current situation, even level 3 monster civilizations might have to live a nomadic existence.”

Li Ye couldn't help but think about it carefully.

A large horde of level 1-3 monster civilizations wandered the wasteland via mobile cities.
Thinking about it now, the scene is actually quite interesting.

The voyage that followed was relatively smooth until that epic intelligence update was released.

6. The Monarchic Monster Jormungandr has begun to move frequently. Her activities will trigger tsunamis that will sweep across the world and completely reshape the terrain of parts of the continents. Recommended refuge locations: Xirang Continent, high-altitude areas of Beiqiong Continent, Guixu Continent, Hanji Continent, Kongyou Continent (Intelligence Value: Epic)

"What?" Li Ye was taken aback.

The information came so suddenly that he was completely caught off guard.

The events in Jormungandr will trigger a tsunami that will sweep the world.

That statement is absolutely terrifying.

Fortunately, the Arctic was originally the planned destination for the Tomorrow Alliance, so the impact of Jormungandr was not actually that significant.

As he pondered, Li Ye's expression became quite interesting.

This imperial monster dared to cause such a commotion; I wonder how world-class organizations will deal with it.

But that's not something he should worry about; what he should be thinking about is getting on his way as quickly as possible.

At this very moment, in the Leviathan Ocean.

The Earth's crust on the ocean floor groaned as tectonic plates cracked under immense pressure, spewing magma like blood from the fissures.

All of this is because Jormungandr is active.

Her scales rubbed against the seabed, and each slight movement triggered an underwater earthquake.

After a long period of time, she decided to get some exercise.

In the Leviathan Ocean, the giant serpent began to slowly roll its massive, mountain-like body.

With each tumbling, trillions of tons of seawater were violently stirred up. The sea surface instantly rose, forming black "mountains" that moved hundreds of meters high.

That was a tsunami.

The coastline of Donghuazhou, the ruins of a coastal city.

Several kobolds are patrolling the beach.

Under their watchful eyes, a shocking scene unfolded.

The sea level began to drop, and the waves that were crashing against the breakwater just a second ago suddenly disappeared, as if someone had pulled the plug from the ocean.

The coastline recedes at a visible pace, and the exposed seabed glistens wetly in the sunlight—reefs, shipwrecks, and underwater canyons that have never seen the light of day are all exposed to the air.

The old, decaying ship was stranded on the suddenly dried-up sandbar, its tilting hull groaning ominously.

The seabirds circled in panic, but could not find a place to land.

The dog-headed people couldn't help but exchange glances, their faces full of confusion.

"squeak?"

As one of the kobolds looked into the distance, it saw a thin black line rising at the horizon where the sea met the sky.

At first, it looked like a row of low-lying clouds, but as it got closer, the details became clearer.

That wasn't a cloud, it was seawater.

Hundreds of meters of seawater.

The puzzled expressions on the faces of the dog-headed people instantly turned into utter terror.

The kobold, regaining his senses, ran back in a panic.

Before the waves arrive, the wind comes first.

The air was compressed by the giant wave, forming a super-powerful shock wave.

The windows of coastal buildings shattered simultaneously, and shards of glass swept across the streets like bullets.

Before the dog-headed people could escape, they were overturned to the ground by the howling wind.

The leading edge of the tsunami created a vacuum, instantly sucking away the air near the coast.

Trees, streetlights, cars—everything that wasn't fixed was being pulled toward the sea by an invisible force, as if a giant hand was dragging it frantically.

(End of this chapter)