A Guide to Farming in a Mobile City-Chapter 166 : Do You Have The Courage And Ability To Accept The Truth?

Chapter 166: Do You Have The Courage And Ability To Accept The Truth?
After the discussion was nearly over, everyone dispersed.
As always, it was Li Ye who pushed Lin Wu's wheelchair, the two chatting as they walked along the way.
Back in the Taranis Ocean, Li Ye had used the map overlay provided by that legendary-level intelligence to observe the configuration of the Level 3 Mobile City belonging to the Monstrous Civilization of the "Blood Clan".
A flying force composed of Level 3 Bombers and Level 3 Fighter Jets.
A naval fleet formed by Level 3 Destroyers, Level 3 Submarines, and Level 3 Cruisers.
At the time, he was quite shaken.
The difference in military strength between a Level 3 City and a Level 2 City was exponentially greater than that between Level 2 and Level 1.
By that logic, the land forces of a Level 3 City should include Level 3 Main Battle Tanks, Level 3 Infantry Fighting Vehicles, Level 3 Light Tanks, and Level 3 Self-propelled Artillery.
Not only land, sea, and air combat forces—Level 3 Mobile Cities would also see upgrades in Cannons, Heavy Machine Guns, and Firearms, potentially even being equipped with Missile Launch Silos!
A fully equipped Level 3 City could already wage a full-scale regional war across land, sea, and air.
Amidst the shock, he couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional.
The land, sea, and air forces of the Tomorrow were considered decent, but in the face of a Level 3 City, they truly were far from adequate.
After hearing Li Ye’s account, Lin Wu also nodded in agreement.
"The levels of Mobile Cities only go from 1 to 7. That’s not many. But the gap between each level is just massive," he said sincerely.
"Which direction do you think we should prioritize for development—land, sea, or air?" Li Ye asked.
With his personality, of course he wanted to establish a Level 3 Fleet, Level 3 Flying Forces, and Level 3 Land Combat Units.
But the Tomorrow couldn’t possibly collect all land, sea, and air vehicles at once. They could only prioritize one path for development.
When it came to choosing which path to pursue, the two were in complete agreement.
And that was the Air Force.
Whether it was naval warfare, land battles, or aerial combat, the Air Force could be deployed.
More importantly, a powerful Air Force could control air supremacy.
Back in college, Li Ye had read books about land, sea, and air vehicles out of personal interest.
Air Force units weren’t limited to just the commonly known Fighter Jets and Bombers.
There were also:
Reconnaissance Aircraft responsible for tactical scouting and surveillance.
Armed Helicopters responsible for ground attacks and aerial combat.
Aerial Refueling Aircraft that extended the range of other aircraft.
Along with Early Warning Aircraft, Transport Aircraft, Drones, and Electronic Warfare Aircraft, among others.
Building a complete flying force wasn’t as easy as it sounded.
The most critical part was: you also needed to train pilots.
On Blue Star, training a civilian pilot required immense investment in time, money, manpower, and equipment—just the time alone took 1.5 to 3 years.
And the cost of training an Air Force pilot was far higher than that of a civilian one.
Physical selection, theoretical education, simulation training...
All things considered, it took at least 4 to 6 years to train a pilot.
In this respect, the City Simulation Training Pod provided tremendous convenience, greatly reducing personnel and time costs.
"If it’s a Level 3 Simulation Training Pod, we might be able to train a pilot in just a few months, maybe even weeks," Lin Wu speculated.
Li Ye nodded.
The effectiveness of the Level 2 City Simulation Training Pod had already impressed him—Level 3 would certainly take it to the next level.
He already had the Level 3 Upgrade Blueprint in hand. As long as he could obtain Level 3 Iron Ore, he would be able to build it successfully.
Just like before, they couldn’t wait until they had planes to start training pilots—everything had to be deployed in advance.
Thus, the task of selecting and training pilots naturally fell to Lin Wu.
"I'm so busy I’m spinning like a top," he said helplessly.
Li Ye also shook his head helplessly.
Though Lin Wu was reliable, he was only one person.
And Li Ye couldn’t entrust the task to anyone else.
Taking all factors into account, he decided to establish a War Committee.
The reason was obvious—there was no doubt that the battles the Tomorrow would face in the future would escalate level by level.
The function of the War Committee was to coordinate combat resources, discuss and formulate external combat plans, and manage combat personnel.
If the City Committee was the pen of the Tomorrow, then the War Committee would be its gun.
It could only be directly managed by Li Ye as the Lord.
According to the initial plan, the War Committee would be divided into five major departments: Command, Combat, Logistics Management, Administration, and Intelligence and Technical Support.
Though it sounded grand, Li Ye only intended to recruit 20 people for now.
This was not something that could be completed in a single day, especially since he hadn’t even assembled a single Level 3 land, sea, or air combat force yet.
By his estimation, completing this organization before the Tomorrow was promoted to a Level 4 City would already be a significant achievement.
After finalizing the plan, Old Zhou and Ning Wen were also brought in.
Li Ye would serve as the Supreme Commander of the War Committee, while Old Zhou would act as the Deputy Commander. Ning Wen would be responsible for managing the combat personnel operating Cannons on the Armor Deck of the Tomorrow—essentially functioning as an Artillery Captain.
In addition, Ning Wen also secured a seat in the Command Department.
The four of them continued chatting as they walked.
Li Ye’s next agenda was the Armor Deck Defense Battle.
After being promoted to a Level 3 Mobile City, the scale of the Tomorrow had increased several times over.
Armor Deck defense had become a key concern.
Back when it was a Level 2 Mobile City, the Zombie Civilization’s Flesh Cannon and the attacks from Dinosaurs had already taught Li Ye a painful lesson.
The downfall of a Mobile City wasn’t just caused by being destroyed outright—it could also be overrun internally if enemies invaded the Armor Deck in large numbers while the city still retained mobility.
Especially against Monstrous Civilizations.
Not only would the Armor Decks of Level 3, 4, and even Level 5 Cities become wider, they would also become more susceptible to invasion.
Therefore, Li Ye needed to be prepared in advance.
Previously, he had seized a complete set of Production Items from the Production Workshop of a Naga Mobile City, including a Level 2 Fortress.
Constructing a Level 2 Fortress was not expensive—it only required 150 units of Level 2 Iron Ore.
Inside the Fortress, Heavy Machine Guns and combat personnel armed with Firearms could be stationed.
When enemies invaded the Armor Deck of the Tomorrow, these Level 2 Fortresses stationed at key city positions would greatly hinder enemy advancement.
Currently, the Tomorrow had an ample supply of Level 2 Iron Ore, so Li Ye went ahead and built 10 Level 2 Fortresses, deploying them at all key locations on the Tomorrow.
"This should be enough now, right?" Old Zhou remarked. "It always feels like you’re endlessly busy."
Li Ye waved it off with a smile.
Being a Lord was never easy.
Just as he was about to speak, a gust of wind blew past him.
Turning his head, he saw three teenagers—two boys and a girl—run past their group.
They looked to be around eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in clean white shirts, their faces youthful and vibrant.
Like a breeze brushing by.
Li Ye watched the trio depart.
"There are actually kids this young in our city?" he said in surprise.
"If I remember correctly, those three were recruited when we passed through the Desert Zone," Lin Wu answered.
Western Wasteland Continent, Eternal Night Zone, Capital of the Zombie Civilization.
A mighty force of Human Mobile Cities had marched forth, crushing all Zombie Guard Forces along the way, finally breaching the Capital.
On the Armor Deck of the flagship Mobile City, the Saint, Bishop Heath’s furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
"This farce has finally come to an end."
The catastrophe unleashed by the Zombie Civilization, which had ravaged the southern part of the Western Wasteland Continent, had at last drawn to a close.
The human army, equipped with countless Level 3 Items, had entered the Zombie Capital ahead of the monstrous forces.
The Zombies in the Capital were slaughtered to the last.
Upon a thorough search, something was discovered.
Standing tall in the center of the Capital was a nearly hundred-meter-long Flesh-mechanical Finger.
When one of the Mobile Cities hoisted it with a crane, Heath stared at it, lost in thought.
This Finger of the Wasteland God was the very origin of all calamities.
And his duty was...
"Immediately hand it over, Heath."
Inside the Communication Room of the Cathedral, Lord Viktor spoke slowly.
"This Finger is very important to us."
Staring at the screen and the Cardinal Bishop within, Heath remained silent for a long time.
After a long pause, he stared into Viktor’s eyes and spoke one word at a time.
"Lord Viktor, may I ask what you, the Holy See, and the other Cardinal Bishops ultimately intend to do with it?"
Viktor smiled gently.
He had clearly anticipated the reaction from Heath, his favored subordinate.
"Heath."
He spoke slowly.
"Before I tell you the truth, perhaps you should ask yourself one question—do you have the courage and the ability to accept it?"
Heath was stunned by the words.
Many of the passionate and stirring speeches he had prepared were suddenly stuck in his throat.
They were caught in Viktor’s slow, faint smile.
Even if he knew the truth, what could he do?
As he questioned his heart, a powerful sense of helplessness surged within him.
As the Supreme Commander of the Human Forces in the Western Wasteland Continent, he had led a grand army to sweep through the Zombie Civilization, commanding wind and rain, seemingly omnipotent.
Yet he was still just a pawn of the Apocalypse Sect.
A chess piece used to contend with the monstrous side across the continent.
Though he held the rank of High-ranking Bishop, he was ultimately still too insignificant.
The overall world situation, the struggle between the world-class organizations of the Human Forces and the Monstrous Forces, was far too distant from his reach.
"Understood. I will immediately arrange for a Transport-type Mobile City to deliver it to headquarters," he said quietly.
After the communication ended, Viktor leisurely lit a cigarette.
For someone with the body of a Cardinal Bishop, smoking was nearly equivalent to suicide.
But he was fond of it—one of his few remaining pleasures.
And he had lived a very long time.
Recalling Heath’s lowered eyes when he responded, the old man let out a soft laugh.
He remembered their first meeting, when Heath had been a spirited young man.
Heath was different.
Compared to the many devout Bishops, he preferred to act. That was why Viktor had chosen and valued him.
As for the Wasteland God that the Apocalypse Sect worshiped, Heath held deep skepticism, even a respectful distance.
This was in direct conflict with his identity as a Bishop of the Apocalypse Sect.
"Is he worried that the sect’s overreliance on the power of the Wasteland God will lead to collapse?"
Viktor murmured to himself, a smile playing on his lips.
"No, we are never blind in our faith."
At this point, a hint of fanaticism flashed in the old man’s eyes.
"Even gods... can be replaced!"
In the distance, rolling clouds of smoke and dust appeared.
Heath looked out and saw it was the Monstrous Forces’ Mobile Cities.
No less than two to three hundred of them, equally equipped with a staggering number of Level 3 Items.
The monsters had only arrived a few hours later than the humans.
At this moment, they were intently watching the Finger of the Lord of Bones hoisted by the Human Mobile Cities.
Within the Capital of the Zombie Civilization, the Human Forces and the Monstrous Forces stood in a cold standoff.
Eventually, someone broke the silence.
It was none other than the Supreme Commander of the Monstrous Forces, General Og.
This Beastman raised his massive axe and let out a fierce roar.
All Human Lords immediately tensed to the utmost, locking their gazes onto the monsters.
Some could barely hold back, ready to launch into battle.
But within seconds, the Monstrous Forces’ Mobile Cities and all types of vehicles turned around and retreated like a receding tide.
A war on the brink of eruption silently faded away.
On the Upper Armor Deck, Heath stared intently at the retreating monstrous army.
He knew in his heart that the monsters had not attacked because of a Silence Agreement reached between the top brass of both sides.
In everything, one must be willing to accept the gamble and the consequences.
As the Supreme Commander of the victorious Human Forces—or rather, the Apocalypse Sect’s chess piece—
Heath was successfully promoted to Archbishop.
With the Zombie Civilization pacified, there was still work left for both the Monstrous and Human Forces.
They had to eliminate the remaining Zombie forces in the southern region of the Western Wasteland Continent.
After this round of catastrophe wrought by the Zombie Civilization, the southern region of the Western Wasteland Continent had been thoroughly reshuffled.
Cretaceous Zone, Eternal Night Zone, Field Zone, Gobi Zone, Desert Zone, Basin Region—
Without a doubt, the Human and Monstrous Forces would once again vie for control over these areas.
Thinking of this, Heath gently shook his head.
There was no doubt—much more blood would be shed in the future.
Wasteland Zone.
Within a certain canyon, a Suppression Device stood silently.
From its appearance, it resembled an inverted black spire—its base as wide as a mountain, tapering upward into a slender metallic spike pointing at the sky.
Eight chains as thick as ancient trees extended from the base of the device, deeply embedded into the surrounding terrain.
At the center of the device was a massive spherical cage, formed from interwoven obsidian pillars, housing a constantly shifting sphere of energy.
At this moment, a group of monsters in black clerical robes had gathered there.
Through the robes, one could see their grotesquely twisted faces and deformed bodies.
These monsters belonged to the world-class Monstrous Organization known as the United Sect.
If the Apocalypse Sect represented the "Light" of Wasteland God belief, then the United Sect represented the "Dark".
Monsters also worshiped the Wasteland God and possessed numerous sects large and small.
The United Sect was the conglomeration of all of them.
This world-class organization was extremely chaotic, yet powerful and utterly insane.
Not only this Suppression Device—at this very moment, monsters from the United Sect had spread across 132 Suppression Devices in the Wasteland Zone.
And what they were doing was—
One could see the United Sect monsters hauling out a range of maintenance equipment and components, beginning organized repair work.
Upon closer inspection, both the equipment and components were of high technological standard.
"Move faster! Get it repaired now!"
A Goblin Bishop shrieked, pointing at one of the Suppression Devices and shouting at the followers.
"The time has not yet come. The temple of the Wasteland God must remain suppressed!"