Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: If We Can’t Settle This Peacefully, I Happen to Know a Bit of Illusion Technique

The next day, the fully recovered exploration team joined forces with the followers of the Mechanical Dragon God, taking a new… old-energy electric vehicle drenched in wasteland atmosphere to the Mechanical Dragon Gathering Place.

The food they ate along the way stirred a sensation.

The poor wastelanders finally knew what the legendary egg pancake was, and each of them stared eagerly, salivating uncontrollably.

The journey was shorter than expected, arriving within a day’s furious drive.

The environment was also different from what they had imagined.

The Mechanical Dragon Gathering Place was actually underground!

Or rather, this place was originally an underground military base or shelter remodeled from a mine.

After over a hundred years of subsequent modifications, it had been transformed into a colossal underground city with an intricate network of internal tunnels.

Truly worthy of being the headquarters of the Infinite Mechanical Dragon God Sect.

It indeed had an air of being a headquarters.

Furthermore, the people here maintained some of the wasteland’s highest level of technology and pre-war creations, finally resembling something of post-war civilization.

Walking through the brightly lit large mine tunnel, the group was captivated by numerous machines that looked antique and old but contained extremely advanced technology inside.

“Gentlemen, this is the lifeline of our Mechanical Dragon Gathering Place! Other than the Divine Country of the God of Natural Redemption, this is likely one of the few filters on the wasteland capable of producing pure drinking water!”

Li River, the priest leader who was almost crushed to death by Lu Wenwu earlier, introduced them with slight pride.

In fact, except for Kashan who was very interested, the other four were not concerned about these matters.

Anthony gave a soft cough and asked, “On the way here, I noticed that your sect’s number of Evolvers and Priests seems rather sparse?”

Sparse would be an understatement.

They could be called extremely weak.

Looking around, most were at a D Tier level, pure ordinary wastelanders.

There were pitifully few at C Tier.

Someone like Li River, at a C+ level, was a rare and terrifying existence here.

B Tier?

Not a single one was seen.

Li River explained, “We possess many divine artifacts bestowed by our master to ensure our safety. We don’t need to pursue the powers of the Divine Spirits like the Wilderness Hunters or Ghost Masters.”

“While that would certainly make us powerful, it would also increase the risk of death.”

“Relying on the technological creations granted by our master, we can sustain the food supply for hundreds of thousands of people in the gathering place by raising mutated bodies, and we are quite content.”

“Moreover, if we were to pursue power, then perhaps the muscle meat we promised as compensation to you all might not be available, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You have a point.” Anthony casually responded.

But in his view, whether Evolver, Ghost Master, or Superpower User.

The methods of increasing power for the three can’t be said to be totally unrelated to nuclear radiation, at least they have nothing to do with it.

He couldn’t understand how the wastelanders came to such a bizarre conclusion.

Soon, Li River led the party through a series of twists and turns, eventually arriving at an extremely wide passage.

At the end of the passage was a heavy metal door resembling a bank vault.

Seven or eight figures, male or female, old or young, stood there.

Dressed similarly to Li River.

Each wore a shabby blue work uniform, a miner’s hat, and labor gloves that had turned a gray-yellow color.

Lu Wenwu glanced over them, deeming them no threat.

They were all priests of the Mechanical Dragon God, at C to C+ levels.

Only the short-haired woman in the central rear caught Lu Wenwu’s eye.

The Eye of Insight revealed this was the High Priest of the Mechanical Dragon God, at a B- level, the same level as the muscle-bound leader who silently kicked the bucket at the start.

Hmm…

Her attributes were poor, a weakling.

Considering the wasteland before the war hadn’t developed any absurd space technology.

The threat level of these people was practically zero.

Lu Wenwu felt that reasoning might be needed later, so he removed his Heavy Cannon Gloves in advance.

“High Priest!”

Li River quickly stepped forward to greet her.

“These five are the honorable lords I mentioned earlier over shortwave communication, who hail from the Divine Country! My request to open the No. 1 Reserve Vault this time is to compensate these five lords.”

“I understand.” The High Priest nodded slightly, “What do the other priests think?”

“I believe the compensation amount is somewhat excessive.”

An old man appearing seventy or eighty, but actually just over forty, spoke.

“We, as wastelanders, should work together. You lords from the Divine Country surely don’t lack these resources, but their importance to us is self-evident, I reco—”

“So you’re saying you don’t want to give anything, just using moral coercion to CPU me?” Lu Wenwu interrupted.

Anthony thought a moment and secretly whispered, “Did you… mean to say PUA?”

“Whatever, they won’t understand anyway.” Lu Wenwu was indifferent about it.

The priest froze, quickly explaining, “Esteemed Lord, I didn’t mean that, I just…”

Lu Wenwu’s right arm, hidden under a metamorphic garment, instantly turned dark red. He casually punched the air.

After violent booming, a gap was torn open in the heavy alloy door by the violent Qi force.

A cold air flowed through the gap, causing the priests to shiver, their faces filled with shock and terror.

That was a door capable of withstanding Tier Six mutated bodies!

He tore a huge hole with just a casual punch, wasn’t this person in front of them a legendary Tier Seven powerhouse?

Lu Wenwu withdrew his fist and calmly said, “If you don’t intend to reason, I happen to know a bit of illusion technique…”

Su Qinghong was surprised, “Violent Dragon, why didn’t I know you could use illusion techniques?”

“Well, illusion techniques are somewhat difficult, so I generally don’t use them,” Lu Wenwu replied somewhat embarrassed, “It involves continuously banging the opponent’s skull to make them dizzy, so a hallucination appears. It’s hard to control the force; I often accidentally smash their heads.”

“…Are you really sure you’re talking about illusion techniques?” Su Qinghong’s face was horrified, “Are you joking with me?”

Lu Wenwu boldly defended himself, “You just tell me whether it’s an illusion or not?”

“It is, with their brains almost shaken into a mush, how could they not hallucinate?”

“So, that is an illusion technique!”

Su Qinghong: “…”

For crying out loud, what twisted logic!

When Lu Wenwu turned to look at that “old” priest who spoke earlier, his face was devoid of any emotion beyond fear.

The other priests bore the same expression.

What kind of person is this!

He says such things openly without caring who hears!

Is he overwhelmingly powerful or mentally unhinged.

From the current evidence, even worse.

This person not only has absurdly strong power, but might also be mentally unstable…