Qin Ze then went on to talk about the Polluter Ring Mountains.
According to the plan, the shelters will be opened in batches starting from the second century.
Most of them are ordinary shelters that house survivors.
Special hidden Sequence shelters usually only have one or two.
Such shelters often serve the purpose of cleaning up Corruption, which is the job of hunting down the King.
However, since the first hidden shelter was opened, no shelter has been completely successful.
Only the previous special shelter took a different approach, using the technology they had developed over the years to steal a portion of the king's power.
The refuge thus gained the ability to fight against the king.
However, even Level Nine Martial Artist cannot withstand this power.
As a result, the entire shelter was Corruption.
This shelter is located in the Ring Mountains, the same place where Qin Ze and his companions saw the scavengers when they first entered the Otherworld.
Qin Ze had no idea what the current state of the infected people in that shelter was, or whether they had retained any "humanity."
It wasn't mentioned in the soldier's memory.
After hearing Qin Ze's explanation, everyone fell silent.
The two, one fat and one thin, had tears in their eyes.
Especially short and thin people.
He clenched his fists, unable to contain his emotions.
In order to combat Corruption, one chooses to become Corruption.
In his view, this was no different from a moth drawn to a flame.
Lu Tongtong murmured softly, "They still have humanity left, right?"
"Otherwise, we wouldn't have had to deal with the fortress."
"Perhaps their night raid on the fortress last night was to rescue us?"
Qin Ze said calmly, "I hope so."
The Scholar spoke up, "I don't think they were trying to save us last night."
"What is divided for a long time will unite; what is united for a long time will divide."
"Whether it's that king, or the last vault manager whose power was Corruption."
"What they all want now is their own power."
Qin Ze nodded, understanding the Scholar's meaning.
"In that case, they are already considered a different race."
The short, thin man was filled with resentment upon hearing this.
He didn't want this worst-case scenario to happen.
Seeing everyone's silence, Qin Ze said, "We can put aside the matter of those Polluter in the Ring Mountains shelter for now."
"The king is already aware of our presence and is expected to arrive at the Northern Fortress by dawn."
Immediately, Qin Ze looked at the short, thin man. "I hope that thing in your shelter will be useful."
The short, thin man hesitated for a moment, then said firmly, "Our four-century-long research in our refuge will definitely be useful."
Qin Ze asked curiously, "Weren't you all in hibernation the whole time?"
The short, thin man explained, "The researchers will thaw and awaken as planned."
"When the lives of the previous group of researchers come to an end, they will leave behind all their research data to inspire the next generation of researchers."
Qin Ze and the Hunter couldn't help but sigh.
The researchers in the shelter are risking their lives to pave a path for the future of Human Race.
Although they didn't know He Fang the road led, they went without hesitation, for it was their last hope.
They remained silent the entire way.
We've arrived.
An hour later, the short, thin man suddenly spoke.
Yao Yuan hovered on his sword.
This is a hilly area.
The rolling low hills stretch as far as the eye can see.
Bare and lifeless.
Yao Yuan sheathed his flying sword, and the group landed on the top of a hill.
"Come with me."
The short, thin man led the way, with the rest following closely behind.
Soon, the group stopped in front of a small hill.
Qin Ze looked around but didn't see anything resembling an entrance.
The short, thin man raised his palm and gently pressed it against a rock.
As the rocks emitted a blue light, a gate opened before the group.
"Come in."
The Hunter followed the short, thin man into a hollow in the mountain.
There was a huge lifting platform beneath my feet.
The tall, fat man took off the shelter terminal from his hand and handed it to the short, thin man, who then put it on his wrist.
Rumble--
The short, thin man tapped a few buttons on the terminal, the platform started up, and the group slowly descended.
After descending 100 meters underground, Qin Ze finally saw the shelter's classic gear-shaped door.
In the center of the gate, a large Arabic numeral "20" is painted.
The short, thin man connected the terminal to the shelter door.
A moment later, a man's voice came through the walkie-talkie.
"It seems our predecessors did a good job."
The short, thin man gave a wry smile, "Reality is far worse than you imagine."
The man said, "Come in and talk."
The shelter's main entrance slowly moved to the right.
The square-faced manager from my dream greeted me with a team of armed personnel.
The manager glanced at the terminal in Qin Ze's hand and immediately looked away.
Welcome to Shelter No. 20.
After the Hunter entered the shelter, the gate closed again.
The corridor was dimly lit due to insufficient power supply.
Shelter No. 20 is not very large, the corridors are very narrow, and the rooms on both sides are filled with hibernation pods.
The shelter residents, now awakened from hibernation, stood on both sides of the corridor, silently watching the group of Hunter.
Qin Ze was surprised to find that all of these residents were martial artists.
Their cultivation levels range from level five to Level Seven, with more than ten at Level Eight.
The total number is around one hundred.
A team built entirely by mid-to -Advanced Martial Artist is more than just astonishing.
The manager led everyone to a conference room.
The fat man left.
The short, thin man sat down next to the manager.
Qin Ze was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected him to be the second-in-command of the shelter.
Which shelter are you from?
The manager looked at the terminal on Qin Ze's wrist.
Qin Ze frankly stated, "We are not residents of the shelter. As for this, it comes from an old friend of mine."
"Not a resident of the shelter?"
The aura of Level Nine Martial Artist suddenly erupted from the manager.
Yao Yuan gently placed his right hand on the table.
The surging sword intent immediately neutralized this oppressive force.
A hint of surprise flashed in the manager's eyes, and he withdrew his imposing aura.
Upon seeing this, the short, thin man quickly recounted his entire journey.
This includes the current state of affairs outside the region, as well as their common enemy.
The manager fell into deep thought upon hearing this.
Qin Ze said calmly, "We actually come from the past."
"We are here to investigate the cause of the disaster and help you eliminate the Corruption so you can return and restore the world."
The manager scoffed, "If you don't want to make up an excuse, you don't have to. Don't try to fool me with such petty tricks."
Qin Ze was helpless.
I've opened my heart to you, why won't you believe me?
"We are on the same side as you."
" The Heavenly King will descend upon the Northern Fortress."
"We need to unite against external threats."
"Before that, I want to confirm whether your trump card will work."
The manager said in a deep voice, "Are you questioning our four centuries of research?"
Qin Ze: "Better safe than sorry."
thump thump thump--
A knocking sound suddenly rang out on the door.
Immediately, an elderly man with gray hair and a hunched back appeared at the door.
"The transmitter has completed its final testing and is ready for inspection."
The manager stood up and looked at Qin Ze: "Perfect timing, let's showcase our research findings to our predecessors."