After that, the Floating Island continued forward, leaving the original city behind and flying onward. Duanmu Huai had no idea where Corruption's Filth's lair was, but he was certain that if they searched in the place where the plague was most severe, they would definitely find that deadbeat.
Of course, aside from that, the thing Duanmu Huai did most was gather the survivors and refugees from each city. Rumiere had taken control of this world's communications satellite network and was sending emergency signals indiscriminately to the cities ahead. Whether they used mobile phones, radios, or televisions, they could receive communications twenty-four hours a day without interruption. In short, the survivors only needed to light fires and raise smoke signals, after which Duanmu Huai and the others could send troops to search for and rescue them.
Although these survivors came from all walks of life, and more than a few ruthless people had managed to survive this apocalypse, the Floating Island and the Inquisition's grand architecture—enough to give anyone megalophobia—would make them obediently calm down.
Of course, there were still people who sought to cause trouble under such circumstances. Some survivors had gathered to protest the Inquisition's autocratic rule, refusing to listen to their demands at all. They had even tried to rally everyone and leave.
Duanmu Huai then turned them all into Servitors, proving through action that the Inquisition was indeed an autocratic Tyrant.
But what could they do about it?
Duanmu Huai knew that once there were too many survivors, all sorts of trouble would arise. If Ann were here, she might use political methods to mediate, but Duanmu Huai could not be bothered to manage so much. He simply imposed strict control. Fortunately, the survivors who had initially followed the Inquisition had now become its most fanatical believers.