Gao Luanqin had already explained that, as an eleven-level Legendary creature, the Cthulhu Beast had transformed far more than one or two followers through its mental contamination.
Although the special individuals who could withstand the mental contamination made up only a tiny fraction of the whole,
the number of individuals exposed to the contamination was enormous!
The Rune Civilization was a mature Level Nine human civilization with conventional technology, and it possessed nearly two hundred naturally habitable planets.
Its total population should have been around eight hundred billion.
With a population that large, even if only one in ten million could withstand the mental contamination,
after being transformed by the Cthulhu Beast, there would still be at least eighty thousand followers!
A group of followers numbering eighty thousand, all possessing at least Level Nine Combat Power, with quite a few possessing Level Ten Combat Power, and with some degree of organization.
Even the Rune Civilization at its peak might not have been able to deal with them.
How could this small band of Rune Civilization survivors, impoverished and starting with nothing—not even ruins—possibly defeat them?
"That's because among the Cthulhu Beast's followers, there are 'Saints.'"
The senior leaders of the Rune Civilization survivors fell silent for a moment at the question.
In the end, a woman seated in the middle spoke up.
She was a nearly perfect woman.
Blond hair and blue eyes, exquisitely delicate features, flawless skin, and a figure with perfectly balanced proportions that emphasized her femininity without seeming exaggerated.
As she sat, her back was naturally straight, like a resilient jade bamboo that would never bend.
When she spoke, her voice was gentle, yet every word rang with conviction.
It had to be admitted.
Among the core crew members aboard the Sky Peng Horizontal, who were following