Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 137: Chapter 101: Beauty? As a Champion of Justice, I Must See What’s Going On!

Three days later.

Lu Wenwu, holding a dog, bid farewell to Zhao Lixin with the energetic Dolphin Lady, and set off towards the City of Life.

Even the battle-hardened Brother Wu had to admit.

The dolphins’ racial advantage in certain aspects is indeed impressive, the stimulation they bring is even stronger than those two female ghosts of Red and White Crash.

As the dog and woman duo stealthily prepared to kill the Life Apostle, among the more than five hundred soldiers previously spared by Lu Wenwu, someone finally succeeded in contacting headquarters and returned there.

Clanging sounds resonated as countless precise machines operated within the massive steel structure.

Bearings and gears rotated, pistons and levers moved.

Majestic steel beams retracted a portion of the mountain structure, perfectly concealing their existence.

From the outside, this was just an ordinary large mountain.

Spark Base.

This is a massive underground city built by humans during the mid-Third World War. The upper part, which serves as an entrance, is a mountain fortress, capable of housing millions of people.

At that time, the world superpowers had not yet dissolved, and the world had not yet fallen into the hands of the Seven Apostles.

Countless technological marvels formed by the crystallization of the highest human wisdom of the current world were placed here.

It is these technological forces and artillery arrays, capable of easily annihilating B Tier Transcendents, that constitute the last line of defense for human civilization and the human spark.

After many permanent member countries collapsed and dissolved, drastically altering the world order, the Spark Base accommodated countless elites and politicians from various countries, with almost all of the remaining high-ranking individuals gathering here—with their armies.

Thus, it naturally became humanity’s only hope to defeat the Apostles.

At least when the Salvation Army officially announced its establishment, and the former national armies began mixing, Salvation First Army members sincerely believed this, even after the split.

Hmm…

Or at least…

The soldiers and grassroots officers below all think so.

They felt deeply proud of the cause they fought for and were willing to pay any price, even their own and others’ lives.

However, the kind of sincere and undivided international cooperation seen in grand sci-fi epics only exists in the fairytales of adults.

The reality is that the slogan “Defeat the Apostle, take back our homeland” was truly just a slogan.

It was rhetoric used by the majority of the ruling class, who negotiated for a long time to finalize the division of interests, to the lower class, as a means to gather more resources and wealth.

Whether or not they could defeat the Apostles was not important.

What was important was whether they could continue to scrape by, gathering more resources to maintain an enjoyable life until they peacefully passed away.

Captain Zhao Lixing was not aware that the attitude towards Players was not the key catalyst for the initial rupture of the Salvation Army; it was merely a trigger.

The true key lay in their attitude toward “Salvation.”

“This is a provocation against us! This is an insult to us! Damned Otherworldly People, bastards lower than pigs and dogs, I told you they had ill intentions!”

Furious roars broke the tense and heavy atmosphere in the highest conference room.

A tall, white short-haired middle-aged man in a former national military dress uniform blushed and slammed his fist on the table.

At over fifty years old, he supported his body with both hands, leaning against the large round conference table, gazing around.

From the side, with his gray-white beard, he resembled an angry lion.

“You all saw it! That damned Otherworldly Person not only slaughtered our army but also declared himself the new Apostle! The new Apostle! We need a war to teach him a lesson!”

His voice was so loud that it caused a buzzing in the simultaneous interpretation headphones.

“Lawrence, calm down.”

Opposite him, an old man in a suit spoke with indifference, a demeanor of an old-fashioned English aristocrat.

Despite Edinson having a slight smile on his face, he downright looked down on the military officer named Lawrence, holding heartfelt disdain.

Just look at what era it is now.

Three years ago, you called yourself the world’s beacon. That’s one thing, but now you’re still so pretentious, believing yourself to be the strongest world power?

Foolishness!

“Are you planning to shrink inside this turtle shell waiting to die? You damned coward!” Lawrence glared angrily, “That Demon is already heading towards the City of War, we need a war to prove our strength!”

“Mr. Lawrence, I think I need to remind you that our missiles are already scarce,” an elderly man with an Eastern face said in a low voice. “Perhaps we should consider the potential threats and damages it may bring, and then carefully craft a response plan.”

“Planning, planning, always planning! Wu, can’t you and Edinson act as brave warriors for once?” Lawrence huffed angrily, slumping back into his seat.

Wu Shoupeng replied leisurely, “What can being a warrior bring us? Lawrence, you really should change your past habits; it is no longer the era before the world war. The world’s beacon you’re so proud of is already a thing of the past.”

“In our Eastern country, there’s an old saying—build high walls, accumulate grain, and slowly become a king. What we need to do now is acquire as many resources from the outside world as possible, rather than waging these pointless wars, wasting the few heavy firepowers and soldiers we have.”