A Guide to Farming in a Mobile City Chapter 215 : Leaders of the World-class Organizations

Chapter 215: Leaders of the World-class Organizations

At the sa ti, within the headquarters of the Apocalypse Sect.

In the corridor, Anthony and Viktor walked side by side.

The expressions of the two Cardinal Bishops appeared particularly complicated.

Anthony said nothing, his pace growing faster and faster.

Viktor’s gaze flickered, carrying a faint trace of lancholy and helplessness.

“This day ca far sooner than we imagined,” he said softly.

In the early hours before dawn, the human faction had received a notice from the monster side.

The notice was short, yet terrifying.

“After discussion among the three leaders of the monster world-class organizations, it has been decided that the Silence Agreent shall henceforth be abolished.”

The Apocalypse Sect, the Titan Throne, and the Iron Oath Brotherhood had all received the sa notice.

Today, they would convene for a eting.

The two Cardinal Bishops conversed as they walked, the worry on their faces deepening with every step.

Only when they reached a certain room did they stop speaking, unconsciously straightening their postures and adjusting their attire.

Viktor reached out and gently knocked on the door.

“I’m here. Co in.”

A calm voice ca from within.

The two pushed open the door and entered.

This ti, they were to et with the Pope of the Apocalypse Sect — Constantine.

Inside the room sat an old man on a simple oak chair. He wore a plain white robe without any ornate gold embroidery, only a small silver cross pinned at the collar — understated, yet impossible to overlook.

His silver-white hair shimred softly under the sunlight, and his face, though etched with lines like an old tree’s bark, did not appear withered by age. Instead, it emanated a kind of tempered warmth.

It was as if his faintest smile could make the whole room brighter.

His eyes were as deep as an ancient well yet clear as a child’s, carrying a wisdom that understood the world, but without a trace of judgnt’s sharpness. His long, slender fingers rested interlaced upon his knees — he seed both a kind priest ready to hear confession and a monarch who could rule all without uttering a word.

Anthony and Viktor exchanged a glance before bowing respectfully to Constantine.

“Your Holiness.”

Constantine gave a slight nod.

“I know why you’ve co.”

His voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried an undeniable weight — like an echo from a distant mountain, gentle but impossible to ignore.

Anthony spoke directly.

“Your Holiness, if you and the other two leaders act together, could you persuade the monster side to retain the Silence Agreent?”

Viktor, on the other hand, sounded more pessimistic.

“At the very least, we need ti — enough to relocate as many of our human brethren from the Wasteland as possible.”

Looking at the two before him, Constantine smiled faintly.

“I hope you understand — the Silence Agreent was rely a product of history. It appeared with the current of history, and so it must also fade with it,” he said. “Do not lose faith in a world without the Agreent. Our human kin are far more resilient and strong than you think.”

With that, he rose to his feet.

“You should go. The eting is about to begin.”

Constantine slowly made his way to the conference room.

This ti, the leaders of the six world-class organizations would be holding their discussions through a virtual conference.

Soon, a human silhouette appeared on the screen.

It was that of an elderly man of the East, his hair a soft silver-white.

He was plainly dressed, his posture upright like a pine tree, radiating a refined composure. The silver hair on his head and the deep wrinkles on his face told of ti’s passage, yet there was no weariness in his brow — only a restrained calmness.

His eyes were deep, as though they contained the vastness of mountains and rivers.

Leader of the Titan Throne — Chu Shanhe.

The Titan Throne was governed by the Imperial Council, with Chu Shanhe serving as its Chairman.

Next to appear was the leader of the Iron Oath Brotherhood — Karon.

He was a burly old man nearly two ters tall. The years had carved furrows into his face; his greying temples and thick beard bore the scars of countless battles, lending him an air of reassuring authority.

The three leaders nodded faintly to each other.

“Your intuition was right, Chu Shanhe — the abolition of the Silence Agreent ca far sooner than we anticipated,” said Constantine.

“As I said before, it was always a historical relic, never a law of the world,” Chu Shanhe replied calmly.

“Without the Agreent, chaos will engulf the world,” Karon said gravely. “But it will also bring unprecedented opportunity.”

At that mont, another holographic figure appeared in the conference room.

It was a female Antfolk.

Unlike the Antfolk of the Wasteland Zone’s Rotting Swamps, she had evolved to an extraordinary degree.

Every curve of her form embodied the lethal balance between strength and grace. Her long, taut waist connected a full chest and powerful hips, while the six pairs of abdominal segnts moved with chanical precision — yet retained a fluid, organic beauty.

Her face blended human and insect traits — high cheekbones shaped into chitinous ridges, and her compound eyes shimred with the refraction of a thousand tiny worlds.

But deep within those eyes lay a surprisingly human depth of emotion.

“Good morning, Elder Karon, Pope Constantine, and Chairman Chu Shanhe,” she greeted softly.

Her voice carried both the high-frequency resonance of an insect and the gentle cadence of a human woman.

Leader of Natural Selection — Aida.

“Good morning, Aida,” Constantine replied with a calm smile. “I must say, every ti I see you, I’m reminded of the Creator’s miracles.”

Aida smiled faintly.

“That is the beauty of evolution.”

As old rivals, the leaders of the opposing factions surprisingly maintained a cordial tone.

Aida’s expression shifted slightly before she spoke again in a softer voice.

“This ti, it was Gerluk who acted on his own. It was difficult to dissuade him.”

Natural Selection was a coalition of nurous highly evolved monstrous civilizations, deeply protective of the Wasteland’s ecological balance. As its leader, Aida was firmly opposed to abolishing the Silence Agreent.

Before long, another figure materialized.

It was a hunched Ratfolk, leaning on a cane.

He wore a black-and-gold holy robe, golden threads embroidered into a twisted thirteen-pointed star, and a crown rested atop his head.

His skull was grotesquely deford; his jaw twisted outward, revealing decayed, crooked fangs, while his flesh was ulcerated, muscles writhing beneath his skin as though alive.

Upon seeing him, Constantine’s brow furrowed slightly.

Leader of the United Sect — Pope Erd.

Glancing at the others, Erd chuckled softly.

“How unexpected — I’m not the last one to arrive this ti. Now we just have to wait for that war maniac.”

A few seconds later, another presence appeared.

It was a massive Orc clad in high-tech power armor. His head was almost entirely chanical, save for a lower jaw bristling with tusks and reinforced with tal plates.

His body seed fused with the armor itself, steam hissing intermittently from his vents, shrouding him in a haze of heat.

Leader of the War Alliance — Gerluk.

At last, all six leaders of the world-class organizations had gathered.

Constantine cast a faint glance at Gerluk.

“Never thought you’d be even more impatient than we imagined. Do you truly believe that abolishing the Silence Agreent will make things any better for the monsters?”

Gerluk’s expression remained unnervingly calm.

“For over a hundred years, you humans have exploited the Silence Agreent, taking advantage of it in every continent-level war,” he said, his tone deliberate and firm. “Even now in the Southern Continent, you continue to sche and exploit loopholes. I’ve had enough.”

“It seems there’s nothing more to discuss,” said Chu Shanhe coolly.

Erd gave a low chuckle before speaking.

“I, for one, support abolishing the Silence Agreent. I believe our overall combat strength surpasses that of humanity.”

Karon responded coldly.

“This is a eting of the six world-class organizations, Gerluk. You cannot act on your own will.”

Gerluk’s expression did not change.

“The War Alliance has already made its decision.”

“All warriors of the War Alliance will follow this path. None of them fear shedding blood for it.”

“Even if you manage to persuade Erd and Aida, and the United Sect and Natural Selection continue to honor the Agreent— the War Alliance will henceforth ignore it entirely.”

At those words, the three human leaders exchanged glances.

Aida’s eyes flickered, her expression complicated.

Erd, however, rely chuckled and raised his hand.

“Even if the monster side loses in the end, the United Sect will still turn this world into a paradise of chaos, hahaha!”

Soon after, both sides reached an agreent.

In one month, the Silence Agreent would be abolished.

“So, there will be no peace left in this world,” said Gerluk lightly. “Prepare yourselves, humans.”

Chu Shanhe replied calmly.

“I believe it’s you who should be preparing.”

Southern Western Wasteland Continent, aboard the Saint.

While Heath was sipping tea in rest, the door was pushed open.

A Disciplinary Deacon slowly entered.

“Lord Heath, Lord Viktor requests a video call with you. Please proceed to the Communication Room imdiately.”

Heath’s hand froze mid-air, the teacup trembling slightly in his grasp. His heart sank.

He seed to have realized sothing, and a heaviness settled over him.

“Understood. I’ll head there right away.”

When Heath arrived at the Communication Room, the device was already active. On the screen, Viktor appeared, offering him an apologetic smile.

“Apologies, Heath. The continent-level construction you’ve been overseeing in the Western Wasteland Continent can no longer continue.”

Upon hearing that the Silence Agreent would be abolished in a month, Heath felt his heart plunge into darkness.

“Why must it co to this? What will the world beco after this?”

He pondered silently.

“I feel regret as well,” Viktor sighed. “But that is the way of history. Humanity is always pushed forward, whether it wills it or not.”

Heath took a deep breath, steadying his emotions.

“Then, how should we relocate our human brethren from the Wasteland?”

Viktor responded imdiately.

Humanity’s three major organizations had long prepared for such a scenario — in fact, not long after signing the Silence Agreent, contingency plans had already been drawn up in case of its abolition.

The Apocalypse Sect, the Titan Throne, and the Iron Oath Brotherhood would strive to gather and shelter as many human forces in the Wasteland as possible.

Particularly those from towns, caravans, and Level 1 to 2 Mobile Cities.

As for Level 3 and above Mobile Cities, they already possessed sufficient self-defense capabilities in the Wasteland.

The three organizations would allow them to decide independently — whether to seek protection or continue migrating and fighting in the Wasteland.

Viktor’s expression softened slightly, a faint smile curving his lips.

“Once the Silence Agreent is gone, the monster side will imdiately mobilize its higher-tier forces to strike hard against human settlents in the Wasteland. But humanity will do the sa.”

Although the Western Wasteland’s grand construction project had co to a halt, Heath was soon assigned a new mission by Viktor — to oversee the evacuation of all human factions in the Western Wasteland Continent within a month.

The human side began issuing notices to all forces across the Wasteland, informing them of the imminent abolition of the Agreent.

Upon hearing the news, countless people were thrown into panic and despair.

Heath, burdened with a heavy heart, began his new duty in the southern region of the Western Wasteland Continent.

Nearly all human factions in the south chose to join the three major organizations.

All but one exception —

The Tomorrow Alliance.

Because of this, Heath personally visited the Tomorrow to et Li Ye.

“Without the Silence Agreent, the future world will beco exceedingly dangerous,” he said gravely. “You’d best join us.”

Li Ye smiled and shook his head.

“If we joined the three human organizations, we’d surely be bound by endless restrictions, wouldn’t we? Even future actions would require approval reports.”

Heath paused, then nodded lightly.

“That is necessary. Order must be maintained within the organizations — no one is exempt.”

Seeing that Li Ye only smiled without replying further, Heath understood his stance.

“Then I wish you all the best in the days ahead.”

Just as Heath was about to leave, Li Ye called out to him.

“Archbishop Heath.”

“What is it? Sothing else?” Heath turned around.

Li Ye simply stated his intention — during the remaining month before the Silence Agreent expired, the Tomorrow Alliance planned to board an Airborne Mobile Island to travel to the Old Civilization District of the Southern Continent to harvest as much tal resource as possible.

Heath shook his head slowly.

He told Li Ye that the evacuation of human forces from the Wasteland had already begun.

Underground-digging Cities, Airborne Cities, and even Mobile Islands were all being requisitioned on a massive scale.

Especially the Airborne Mobile Islands — they had to shuttle across continents, evacuating countless human groups, their schedules packed tight.

“In about twenty days, there will be an Airborne flight heading toward the Southern Ocean. If you’re interested, I can arrange passage for you,” he said. “From there, you could continue on to the Polar Continent, which is still relatively quiet.”

Li Ye hesitated for a mont before nodding.

If the Tomorrow Alliance were to travel on their own, they would waste precious ti.

It was better to wait patiently for that Airborne flight.

Besides, the Tomorrow Alliance still needed to mine petroleum resources in the mountains, and the Tomorrow needed ti to integrate its newly recruited population.

“Then please make the arrangents for the Tomorrow Alliance. Thank you.” he said.

Before parting, Heath shook Li Ye’s hand solemnly.

“I wish you safe travels ahead,” he said. “May we et again soday.”

“Indeed. Until we et again, Archbishop Heath,” replied Li Ye.