Mobile City Farming Guide

Chapter 283 The Wasteland Gods' Planetary Prison (4K)

The Starship then began its journey across the surface of Wayne.

Not long after, it discovered a sizable level 4 iron ore vein.

Li Ye then used the resource teleportation device to send the four newly built automated mining vehicles over.

In fact, after the device was installed on the Starship, he had already transported a batch of fuel, food, fresh water and living supplies through the teleportation device.

Soon, Li Ye earned his first pot of gold upon landing on Wayne Star.

523 units of level 4 iron ore.

"The return on investment came much faster than I expected!" he exclaimed.

He wasn't in a hurry to have the Starship send the batch of iron ore immediately, but rather to wait until it had gathered enough before sending it back together.

Including the Dawn, the Tomorrow Alliance now has two mobile cities dedicated to mining wild resources.

At this moment, Zhou Xing, Fang Yong, Yang Zheng, Lin Wu, and the others were also in the hall.

While watching the Starship explore Wayne, everyone started discussing it.

“It’s not just humans, there should also be mobile cities sent by the monsters on Planet Wayne, right?” Lin Wu said. “Should we build them a city camouflage and signal jamming device and send them over?”

Li Ye immediately agreed.

Having already spent 300 million crystal coins, this little bit more won't make a difference.

With urban camouflage and signal jamming devices, the survival of the Starship can be greatly improved.

Zhou Xing, on the other hand, seemed to be having some wild ideas.

"Leader, do you think it's possible that a monster civilization exists in outer space or on the planet Wayne?"

"Well," Li Ye pondered.

Space is an extremely harsh and cruel realm where even bacteria can hardly survive.

Cosmic radiation is like an invisible rain of death, with high-energy particle streams penetrating everything. As for temperature, it fluctuates between absolute zero and several hundred degrees Celsius.

The living environment on Wayne is extremely harsh. It's uncertain whether there is any water on the planet, and there is no oxygen needed for breathing at all.

Even so, he felt that there should be.

After all, along the way, he had already witnessed many strange and wonderful monster civilizations.

Some advanced monster civilizations may be able to overcome the harsh space environment and survive.

Just then, a sudden inspiration struck him.

"Do monsters from elemental civilizations have the potential to settle in space?"

After all, elemental monsters have no physical form and do not need to eat, drink, or breathe.

After the exchange ended and the meeting adjourned, Li Ye returned to his room and opened the system panel.

In the past five days, the remaining two intelligence reports have also been updated.

7. Regarding space travel, the world-class organizations of humans and monsters only have the capability to navigate within the solar system and are incapable of space travel. (Intelligence Value: Epic)

8. The Wasteland Gods originate from the depths of the universe. They are all prisoners banished to the planet Weilan tens of millions of years ago. A powerful being in the universe used some means to transform this planet into a prison for them. The Wasteland Gods' power is incomplete; they yearn to regain their strength and break free from this planetary cage. (Intelligence Value: Legend)

During this period, they briefly joined forces to build a "temple." By continuously channeling power into the temple, they could completely destroy the planet Weilan, this "planetary prison." This plot was ultimately discovered by the powerful being, who intervened, suppressing all the gods and further weakening their power, and then created a suppression device to bury the temple tens of thousands of meters underground.

"So, they really don't have the capability for long-distance space travel?" Li Ye pondered.

This means that humanity has no way to migrate through space and find a habitable planet.

Because they must compete with the monsters for ownership of Azure Star.

On the one hand, it is difficult to find another habitable planet like Weilan in the solar system.

On the other hand, space travel is undoubtedly very dangerous, as you will face the unknown.

As for the eighth intelligence report, it provided unprecedented and crucial information.

The wasteland gods originated from the depths of the universe; they were all prisoners banished to the planet Weilan by a powerful being in the universe.

The entire planet Weilan became an elaborately constructed wasteland prison for the gods.

This intelligence also confirmed Li Ye's suspicions.

Wasteland gods are indeed flawed; their choice to help humanity is probably truly to support humanity in fighting against monsters.

If human civilization is wiped out by monsters, the entire planet Weilan will be completely controlled by them.

A powerful faction existing unilaterally on a planet is difficult for the wasteland gods to deal with.

Chaos is the best ladder.

This sentence involuntarily came to mind when Li Ye left.

Humans, monsters, and wasteland gods.

At this moment, Weilan Star is clearly a three-way standoff.

In addition, the Monarch Monsters can be considered a fourth force.

To Li Ye's dismay, although Tomorrow Alliance is developing rapidly, it is not even qualified to be served.

He had a vague premonition.

Humans, monsters, wasteland gods, and emperor monsters
The final battle between the four forces will surely erupt in the future, thus determining the ownership of Weilan Star.

Before this great battle begins, Tomorrow's Alliance needs to develop as much as possible.

Meanwhile, deep in the ocean, tens of thousands of meters below the surface.

In the dark depths of the sea, a colossal steel beast silently patrols.

Apocalypse Church Level 4 Diving City T41.

Looking around, this submersible city features an arched dome made of thousands of hexagonal super-strengthened glass panels. The surface of the super-strengthened glass also has a special texture that can automatically adjust its angle with the water flow, perfectly dispersing the pressure of the deep sea.

In the cockpit, Archbishop Conrad stood with his hands behind his back.

After the Battle of Jiangxia in Nanliuzhou, he was given a new mission.

Pilot the T41 to explore a giant underwater city recently discovered by the Apocalypse Church.

Its master is the wasteland god "Dagon".

Learning from the previous experience of the Terrani Ocean Rana Trench, the Apocalypse Church made thorough preparations this time.

In the conference room at the headquarters of the Apocalypse Church.

The cardinals gathered together, watching intently as the deep-sea images transmitted back by T41 were sent back.

“If all goes well, our research on Dagon will make a breakthrough,” Anthony said slowly. “We may even be able to confirm some of our suspicions about humans from the old era.”

As time went by, T41 finally arrived at its destination.

At the bottom of the unfathomable ocean, a colossal city stands silently.

The entire city resembles the sunken carcass of an ancient behemoth, twisted and colossal, defying all human architectural structures and geometric logic. It tilts, folds, and twists, with walls intersecting at impossible angles, and staircases spiraling meaninglessly upwards only to abruptly stop. Arches seem to lead into the void, and columns, like the segmented limbs of some ancient giant insect, support a towering, dizzying dome.

The city's outline was faintly visible in the dark seawater, and the buildings were covered with slippery deep-sea sediment, like the mucus secreted by some living creature, which shimmered eerily in the dim light.

The seawater flowed between the rocks, emitting a low, mournful sound. The surface of the building was covered with illegible characters, the lines wild and blasphemous, so intricate that a closer look could drive one insane.

Looking around, the entire city seemed to have been randomly pieced together from a nightmare.

Upon witnessing this scene, the cardinals' expressions all changed slightly.

“My God, this is an unimaginable creation,” Victor exclaimed.

Anthony, sitting next to him, was barely visible.

The cardinal has gone to Home Island to take charge of its administration, and he is currently attending the meeting via holographic projection.

“Cicero, do you think Dagon is in this city?” he asked.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Cicero slowly shook his head.

“I don’t think He’s here,” he replied. “The reason is simple: if we found Him so easily, it would be beneath Him as a wasteland god. However, we’re sure to uncover a lot of secrets through this city.”

A few minutes later, T41 discovered the inhabitants of the giant city.

The inhabitants of this bizarre and insane city are none other than their fellow humans.

In the dim green light of the giant city, countless humans were floating in the sea with strangely elegant postures.

They were all dressed in modern clothes.

Everyone's faces were frozen in eternal pleasure, the upward curve of their lips so eerie it sent chills down one's spine.

Men, women, young and old all moved their limbs with light and graceful movements, their movements as coordinated as puppets manipulated by the same string.

Sometimes these humans would stop in unison, turn their heads to look at the tower in the city center, and emit eerie buzzing sounds from their throats.

They seemed to have forgotten that they had completely drowned, and were all swimming freely in the giant city.

“My goodness, this is just too crazy,” a cardinal exclaimed.

"The nightmare of the Lana Trench has returned!" Anthony exclaimed angrily. "Without a doubt, they are humans from the old era! Warn the people on T41 to beware of mental pollution!"

Victor lit a cigarette and spoke slowly.

"Fortunately, we were well prepared this time."

The T41 is equipped with powerful weapons, enough to blast the entire megacity to smithereens.

Cicero then raised his hand.

“No rush, let’s take another look,” he said. “First, let T41 capture a group of humans, then send them to headquarters via a Level 4 teleportation device.”

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

“Are you doing research, Cicero?” Victor sighed. “But these old-timers are also subject to mental pollution. If this mental pollution spreads to headquarters, we’re all doomed.”

“Although we have mental pollution isolation chambers at headquarters, this move is still too risky,” Anthony agreed. “Let’s transfer them to a research base instead.”

Cicero shook his head.

“This is not my order, but the order of the Holy See,” he whispered. “The Holy See will use these people of the old era to test the Son’s abilities.”

The venue fell silent once again.

After a long while, Viktor spoke in a low voice.

"Does the Holy See really have that much confidence?"

Cicero pondered for a moment, then spoke calmly.

"Perhaps, it has always been us who lack confidence."

T41 carried out Pope Constantine's order to capture a group of ancient humans from the giant city and transport them to the mental pollution isolation chamber at headquarters.

In addition to humans from the old era, it also discovered some new creatures.

Deep within the giant city, a dozen living arks are slowly moving.

Like a pod of whales in a nightmare, they slowly swam through the eerie complex of buildings, their metallic and flesh-fused shells constantly oozing fluorescent green slime, leaving countless shimmering trails behind them.

Each living ark exhibited a different distorted form. Some had shells that were almost entirely fleshy, with tentacles like vines coiling around the spires. Others still retained some streamlined outlines, but their metallic surfaces were covered with pulsating blood vessels.

They all have a huge single eye on their heads, but the shape of the pupil is different for each of them.

Star-shaped, spiral-shaped, fractal geometric shapes
Each eyeball reflects a different dimension of madness.

The seemingly chaotic movement trajectories of the living arks actually follow a geometric pattern that transcends human comprehension.

Upon witnessing this scene, a cardinal couldn't help but sigh.

"Now, our conjecture has been confirmed."

When the world was reduced to wasteland, the "Star Ocean Community," a continental organization of humanity from the old era, chose to build an ark and seek refuge in the ocean.

However, even abandoning the land was of no use, as the ocean was also teeming with monsters.

The Ark's combat capabilities were limited, and its situation quickly became precarious.

Just then, the wasteland god Dagon came to their aid.

Faced with this strange deity who suddenly came to their aid, the people of the Star Ocean Community felt unprecedented gratitude and worship.

This underwater city was probably built by Dagon specifically for humans to "live" in.

Initially, under His "friendly" miracle, the humans of the Star Ocean Community might have actually been able to live in the giant city, and even maintain a normal human form.

But as time went by, everyone changed.

“It wasn’t just the Star Ocean Community; other continental organizations of humanity in the Old World must have also received aid from other Wasteland gods,” Cicero said slowly. “It was actually a poisoned apple, but humanity at the time didn’t have many choices.”

In fact, the cardinals were unaware of this.

Even though they escaped with Dagon's help, some of the humans in the Star Ocean Community remained very wary of this strange deity.

Therefore, they did not choose to continue to depend on Dagon, but instead tried to survive in the ocean.

After a long and arduous migration and struggle, this group of humans finally managed to gain a foothold on the post-apocalyptic planet, and reproduced generation after generation. Their descendants constitute a part of the human population on the wasteland today.

“Let’s do it, T41,” Cicero said. “Blow up the city.”

After changing course and retreating to a safe location, T41 launched a Level 5 super bomb toward the giant city.

At the moment the super bomb detonated, the entire sea area was compressed into a blinding sphere of incandescent light.

Subsequently, the shockwave exploded in a ring, causing everything in its path to disintegrate.

The twisted buildings of the giant city were the first to bear this force. The geometrically defying spires, arcades, and tilted megaliths, under the overpressure, became like fragile glass artifacts, instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The entire city's structure began to collapse inward, and huge stones were suspended and shattered by the shockwave, eventually turning into dust, which mixed with boiling seawater to form a chaotic cloud of mud.

A dozen or so living arks struggled frantically in the destructive waves, while the humans wandering in the giant city were wiped out in the instant the shockwave swept through.

(End of this chapter)